Ketanji Brown Jackson will the first black woman to become a Supreme Court justice. Okay, I presume she is a woman, but I am not a biologist. Meanwhile, the lax manner with which Jackson hands down sentences to child pornographers has been well-documented… only, of course, in conservative news outlets. Now consider the most recent confirmed justice prior to Jackson: Amy Coney Barrett.
In this era, being a conservative woman, being a Catholic or Christian, or believing in the sanctity of life, relegates Amy Coney Barrett (ACB) to the demon category among the mainstream media, Democrats, “progressives,” the “woke” crowd, and the Left in general. This is a sad commentary on the state of perspectives among roughly half of our population.
Their pure hatred and disgust for anything and anyone with whom they disagree is visceral, and surely will be the subject of study for decades to come. In what corrupt and rotten universe, however, is a hard-working, totally deserving person like ACB not a credit to American jurisprudence? In what universe is Ketanji Brown Jackson with her soft on crime stance, in countless court cases, a credit to American jurisprudence?
A Prime Example
ACB is a prime example of what a person, man or woman, can be and exemplifies the type of individual to which we all might aspire. First and foremost, she is a wife and mother who, by all accounts, has done a remarkable job. At the same time, she is a scholar, a teacher, and a Justice.
Her knowledge of the law, on so many levels, is so easily and amply displayed that onlookers who maintain any sense of objectivity have to be in awe. She is in effect, a walking, breathing encyclopedia of case law in America. Law students everywhere, take note: Here is a standard worth admiring. What’s more, ACB is as composed a person as one might imagine.
If you’re 48 years old, recall when you were that age, and compare yourself to how she handled herself during the Supreme Court nomination hearings. If you’re younger than 48, you’ve got something to aspire to by the time you reach that age.
Take your pick among American women in history – Dolley Madison, Harriet Tubman, Clara Barton, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Susan B. Anthony, Ida Wells, Mary McLeod Bethune, Carrie Chapman Catt, Amelia Earhart, Eleanor Roosevelt, Margaret Chase Smith, Barbara Jordan, Coretta Scott King, Jackie Kennedy, Betty Ford, Grace Hopper, Vera Rubin, and Ruth Bader Ginsburg among countless others.
With an impartial, astute, and, need I say it, sane press, Amy Coney Barrett would be celebrated as a champion of women everywhere. Can we say the same about (the presumed woman) Ketanji Brown Jackson?
A World of ACBs
A nation of ACBs, indeed a world of them, could be a place of wonder. Where else does someone who maintains an upbeat posture, is obviously in excellent physical shape – apparently, she is a jogger or long-distance runner – be conversant, well-read, reverent, knowledgeable, respectful, and witty?
If the women’s movement in the United States even partially lived up to its ideals, ACB would be celebrated among them, and many inside and outside of the movement know that. Instead, she is characterized as some kind of mortal threat, slandered and caricatured by people who have no such basis for the slander or caricaturization. By contrast. Ketanji Brown Jackson is already lionized by the liberal press as a heroine (given that she is a woman) for the ages.
The utterly compromised #MeToo movement, the feminist movement in general, and all other related movements have long been exposed for what they are: Phonies who demand that “members” adhere to an exceedingly strict set of rules, beliefs, and dictums. If one strays, even an iota, it’s “cancel” time, or so they seek to enforce.
Not Walking on Water
ACB never proclaimed that one can have it all, and undoubtedly, behind the scenes, has her own set of personal shortcomings, foibles, and mistakes. Nevertheless, she has enough in place and doing so many things right that any reasonable observer cannot help but marvel at her demeanor, as well as her accomplishments. Where is the media lionization? Where is one-fifth of the adulation already bestowed upon Ketanji Brown Jackson?
