I was about to say the same kind of thing, Fred.
Thanks for that, Sharon. The news on the hearings being so dully sad...
Doug
On 11-Jan-06, at 3:17 PM, Frederick Pollack wrote:
> EXCELLENT well-selected and edited found poem. Wish I'd thought of it.
>
> ----- Original Message ----- From: "SB" <[log in to unmask]>
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> Sent: Wednesday, January 11, 2006 5:07 PM
> Subject: Snapshot 11 January 02006
>
>
> [excerpts from U.S. Senate Judiciary Committee Hearing on Judge Samuel
> Alito's Nomination to the Supreme Court: Judge Alito's opening
> statement]
>
>
> I am humbled I'm very thankful great
> honor for me and I appreciate all
> courtesies extended "How
>
> in the world did I get here?" I am who
> I am, in the first place stories
> of their lives My father
>
> brought to this country as an infant
> lost his mother grew in poverty
> the midst of the Depression
> an institution revered a story typical
> hard work and perseverance power
> of a small good deed
>
> women generally didn't even leave
> the house alone she was forced
> to retire good memories
>
> good sense really different worlds
> ideas time of turmoil open-
> mindedness fairness
>
> scrupulously following precedents
> grand theories shaped by
> the experiences of
>
> the people my hopes and my concerns
> for my children getting older
> traditionally been
>
> dominated by men cruel and unusual
> punishment a judge should go
> about the work
>
> of judging a big change in role solemn
> obligation to the rule of law the judge
> has to do what the law requires
>
> develop certain habits of mind the habit
> of delaying reaching conclusions
> always open to the possibility
>
> of changing the next argument privately
> whatever talent I have no matter how
> high or powerful an oath
>
> I put my hand on the Bible and I swore
> that I would administer justice equal
> to the poor and to the rich
>
> I pledge to you
>
>
> --
> ~ SB =^..^=
>
> http://www.sbpoet.com
>
>
Douglas Barbour
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