One by one, Judge Lew administered the naturalization oath to them - closely, sometimes touching their hands, speaking loudly so they could hear him, like a priest administering extreme unction. A few relatives, beaming, stood near each one. Three were on stretchers, several were in wheelchairs, two had oxygen tanks. There, in a dark and baroquely decorated room, we found eight elderly men. I followed him through a doorway to a small anteroom. One of the VFW officers whispered in his ear, and he nodded and said "I'll see them first." The clerks and my fellow extern were chatting to some immigration officials, and so he beckoned me. He donned his robe and peered through a window in a door to see hundreds of people sitting in the main hall, talking excitedly, the children waving small American flags and streamers about. We paused in the foyer and he introduced us to some of the VFW officers, who greeted him warmly. Judge Lew - the first Chinese-American district court judge in the continental United States - grabbed his robe from the trunk and walked briskly into the VFW hall with his externs and clerks trailing behind him. Their children and grandchildren were Filipino-American they were not. They were all, I would learn later, Filipinos. And in each family group there was a man - an elderly man, dressed in a military uniform, many stooped with age but all with the bearing of men who belonged in that VFW hall. It was clear that they were families - babes in arms, small children running about, young and middle-aged parents. Great throngs of people, dressed in Sunday best, were filing into the building. Within ten awkward, quiet minutes we arrived at one of the largest VFW posts in Los Angeles. He piled us into his spotless Cadillac and drove out of the garage without another word. Exchanging puzzled glances, we followed him into the art-deco judge's elevator of the old Spring Street Courthouse, then into the cavernous judicial parking garage. I saw he had already assembled his two law clerks and his other summer extern there. One day in early July he abruptly walked into my office and said without preamble "Get your coat." Somewhat concerned that I was about to be shown the door, I grabbed my blazer and followed him out of chambers into the hallway. Thirty years ago, in the hot summer of 1992, I was working as an extern for Judge Ronald S.W. In the new episode of Make No Law, I speak with Professor Eric Goldman of the indispensable Law and Technology blog about the concept of "deplatforming": do you have a right, under the First Amendment or Section 230, not to be banned from social web sites or social media? Spoiler: no, definitively not.This is a rerun - I originally wrote it back on - but I thought it was time to bring it over here. This week Josh is away so I'M IN CHARGE and I interviewed Asha Rangappa: here.įiled Under: Effluvia Make No Law: "Deplatformed" Straight Pride Ralliers – Super Happy Fun America – Really? What is the point? Yes, the įiled Under: Effluvia, Law All The President's Lawyers: I Talked To the FBI But I Only Said Helpful Things Unsurprisingly, a bunch of idiots showed up to protest the other idiots, and idiocy ensued. Randazza Boston was home to a "Straight Pride" rally. This week: Flynn, Manafort, Congress, and Jacob Wohl! Link here.įiled Under: Effluvia Randazza: Nothing is Straight in Bostonīy Marc J. Check it įiled Under: Law All The President's Lawyers: Kary Antholis - who comes from HBO - aims to increase knowledge of the criminal justice system through informed storytelling. By the way, Crime Story is worth your time. Why do some big cases get investigated, and others don't? What makes the difference? Find out in my new column over at Crime Story. This week: did a grand jury no-bill DoJ? Link here.įiled Under: Law Over At Crime Story, A Post About the College Bribery Scandal Nevertheless, when I heard about the Marathon bombing, I wanted to cry and crush something įiled Under: Effluvia All The President's Lawyers: No Bill Thrill? I don’t even know anyone who was in the zone of danger. #Popehat twitter trial#Randazza I want a new trial for Tsarnaev – because FUCK Dzhokhar Tsarnaev! I don’t personally know anyone who got hurt in the Tsarnaev bombing. But, a few weeks ago, Lady Justice traded in her robe and blindfold for a pair of short cutoff jeans, tossed her scales into the kudzu on the įiled Under: Effluvia, Law Due Process for Tsarnaev – Demanded by a Massholeīy Marc J. Folks there, well, everywhere, say the wheels of justice turn slowly. It all starts in Orange County, North Carolina. One July morning he abruptly walked into my office and said without preamble "Get your coat." Somewhat įiled Under: Life, Politics & Current Events Murum Aries Attigit, Y'all In the hot summer of 1992, I was working for Judge Ronald S.W.
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