“Please Tell me you saw Ketanji Brown Jackson at the hearing last night.”
“I did it! Isn’t she incredible?”
I thought but didn’t say it because I Settling down with my client in cramped plastic chairs in the visiting room: What do you think of the confirmation hearing? I’m visiting my client in a juvenile detention facility in DC, assuming no access to live TV. Maybe it’s because no matter how many books I send her, she’ll read them all before I send her more. Before that, I had only imagined my client sitting in her unit, wearing a standard polo shirt and grey khakis, reading whenever she had time.
In that windowless room just three miles from the US Capitol Here, the two of us – two dark girls, one a teenage girl and the other year-old public defender — Take a moment to celebrate the way the soon-to-be-justice Jackson has masterfully navigated a series of grueling hearings. Vigilance alerted the guards, and we lowered our voices. In a moment, we’ll make an awkward transition to business: her criminal case and legal defense. Justice Jackson, a former public defender herself, should be familiar with this moment — when you have to remind someone you already deeply care about who are facing a painfully uncertain future. It’s your job to distill complex legal concepts and control your emotions. You also pay attention to your movements. Your customers are watching closely. If you’re fidgeting, it’s a sign that you’re just moments away from delivering bad news.
In an alternate universe, Justice Jackson herself was closely watched: millions of people across the country leaned against screens, hanging over her every word. She has, no doubt, the qualifications of a man qualified to serve on the court: Harvard Law School, three federal clerks (including one for Justice Stephen Breyer, whom she will replace), a tenure-track sentencing committee as vice chair of the United States , and federal judges at the district and circuit court levels. Nonetheless, this is unprecedented – none 114 The previous appointment to the U.S. Supreme Court was by a black woman. Just as anxious clients study their lawyers, we study her hearings. We look for hope in each of her coherent answers, in her clear interpretation of the law. We look for hope in her tone and in her smile. We are a nation hungry for hope.


Justice Jackson’s confirmation speaks to a deeply ingrained American desire to believe that we can transcend the past. We long for a country that lives up to our idealized version. We want to believe that those whose parents attended segregated schools in South Florida can happily ascend to the highest levels of our government. She could take a seat in court 62 Years ago, she declared that she was ineligible for citizenship because of her skin color, or, Years ago, she was declared inferior because of her gender.
The historical resonance of the nomination did not go away in Jackson himself. Standing on the South Lawn of the White House the day after her confirmation, she reminded us of the legacy of the long struggle “for generations of Americans who never came close to her chance.” “No one did it themselves. Cleared the way for me so I could step forward.” She added that she did so now, “while bringing the gift of my ancestors.” She paused wisely A moment, waiting for applause, then reciting the next line of Maya Angelo’s poem “I Still Rise.” She knows, for those of us in the audience and around the world, to hear: “I am a slave of dreams and hopes.”
Justice Jackson now faces the daunting task of clearing the way for future generations. She joined a court that has recently sparked bitter divisions in the country. In future terms, courts will decide cases on race, gender and a range of issues that are central to the identity of our society. Even with dissent, Justice Jackson’s voice affects the law. Her new colleague, my former boss, Justice Sonia Sotomayor, has long suggested that “the clarity of our arguments will shape the thinking of future generations of judges” and has become a clarion call for lawmakers and the public.
Justice Jackson’s confirmation demonstrates a deep-seated American desire to believe that we can move beyond the past
However, in a more immediate sense, Justice Jackson has cleared the way for others . She was too humble to admit in her White House address that while she may have stood on the shoulders of giants, many of us stood on her Shoulder. On the one hand, I am acutely aware that Justice Jackson has cleared the way for my own legal path. Twenty years after she criticized the lack of faculty in Harvard’s African American Studies department, my syllabus was filled with courses taught by prominent black scholars Harvard would later recruit. When I followed in Jackson’s footsteps to Harvard Law School, she had established that black women could get a seat on the Law Review and go on to clerk the Supreme Court. So when I do, black women like Jackson are my guiding light. Now that I’m a practicing lawyer, I want to follow her in another way: approach legal issues with rigor and compassion.
When talking to detained clients, I tried to imitate the emotional intelligence that Judge Jackson displayed during the hearing. I want to be personable and open to life outside, but not in a way that reminds them how great freedom is. That’s why I never told the young woman in detention that Judge Jackson was not just someone I saw on TV, but someone I had the privilege of getting to know.
But instead of answering a barrage of questions about herself at the hearing, at our lunch, she just wanted to Hear about me – my family, my law school experience, my career plans. There’s something interesting about the way she asks “what do you really want to do?” It made me feel like any path would be open to me. Her kindness and enthusiasm make this huge café crowded with tourists seem small and intimate. When we finally got up to leave, I felt light on my feet and filled with new energy. Maybe this is hope.
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