Justice Anthony Kennedy Pens Touching Goodbye To Roe v. Wade On The Players’ Tribune
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“You need know what side you’re on kid. And right now, you don’t want to be behind me after that beef and cheese.” Tony Scalia, he always called me kid, even though we were the same age.
It was my rookie year in ‘88. And all I wanted to do was impress this guy. I’d heard all about him while I was jurisprudencing in college. I was THE guy at Stanford. Nobody got by me. Speech team, debate team. The column in the conservative rag on campus. Ain’t nobody was going to be on the right side of me.
But Scalia. This guy was in the majors. He was smacking down Thurgood Marshall when I was just drafting tax proposal plans for some dude in California named Governor Reagan.
I always dreamed of getting there, getting my big shot. All I needed was for this idiot actor to become president of these United States. Bingo bango.
And then I walked in, my first day, had my uniform tailored flawlessly, my courtroom wig perfectly broken in and tilted a bit to the side, when HE walked in. “Don’t go in there, beef and cheese,” he said pointing toward the one bathroom earmarked for the nine justices.
He was larger than life, and not just his BM’s. But he always resented me throughout the rest of my career. Hated that my vote was the only one that mattered. He called me the “Big Swinger,” and to be honest with you, I ate it up. Loved it. He could rant and rave and dissent all day, but despised that I was the only one who mattered, almost as much as he hated a Sotomayor monologue. Or when he missed beef and cheese day down in the SC cafeteria.
Well, this one’s for you, old man looking down. As I step aside, it’s time for 5 to 4 -- your way. Goodbye Roe v. Wade. Hope you can finally have that last beef and cheese, it’s on me Tony. --Anthony Kennedy