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.“I think maybe we ought.at least.” Mo Gotbaum said slowly as if each word were being drawn up by bucket one by one from a deep well, “.discuss the matter of recusal.”The statement hovered in the air for a moment or two.He added, in a cheery tone of voice, “I stipulate it’s an entirely personal decision.I’m not for a minute suggesting compulsion.But all things being equal it might make sense at least for us all to.discuss it as an issue.qua issue.”“Anyone see the piece in Legal Times?” Silvio ventured.This brought a palpably awkward silence, for they had all indeed read the article by the Dean of Fordham Law—Pepper’s own alma mater.(Oh, dear.) It was entitled “Recusal Now, or Impeachment Later?”Pepper said, “I read it.”“Oh?” Silvio said, uncharacteristically reticent.“Ah.Well.”Excruciating silence.Pepper said to Declan, “Chief, may I say something?”“Of course.”“First,” she said, “I want to apologize to all of you.I did what I did because I felt I had to be there.As to the hugs, anyone here who’s been at a deathbed knows that just.happens.It wasn’t any celebration among plotters.”“But this wasn’t just any deathbed,” Justice Haro sniffed.“I’m aware of that, Mike,” Pepper said.“There’s something else you should all know.Just before he expired, Mr.Clenndennynn said, “ ‘Did we win?’ ”Justices stared.No one spoke.Finally, Paige Plympton said, “Did anyone make a reply to Mr.Clenndennynn?”“I was trying to figure out something to say when he died.”There was a rumble, a low rumble that at first sounded like bronchitic lungs gasping for air, but which shortly revealed itself as—laughter.It was coming from Crispus, from very deep within him, as magma from an erupting volcano.His shoulders shook, his eyes teared, his hands gripped the edge of the conference table.“I.aha.ahaaaa.sorry, sorry.It’s not in the least.haaaa-haaa-haaaaaa.It’s just too.haaaaaa.” Ruthless stared at him with pursed lips, like a church lady confronting a bishop who had just farted in the middle of the Sermon on the Mount.Crispus gave a few final shudders, dabbed his eyes.“I’m sorry.Sorry,” he said.“It’s just.” This was followed by another few eruptions.After which he said, “Sorry.Sorry.”There was silence and the ticking of the grandfather clock.“I think—” the Chief Justice said.“If I might?” Pepper said.Declan waved her on.“I know it’s my decision whether to recuse myself, and I thank Mo for pointing that out.There was no ex parte discussion.But under the circumstances, I’m going to let you all decide whether I should have a vote in Mitchell.” She stood.“I’ll abide by whatever your decision is.”“No.No,” Declan said, bringing his hand down on the table with an angry thump.“That’s is not how we do things.”“You got a better idea?”“It’s your decision.Don’t ask us to make it for you.Take responsibility.It’s your conscience.Your integrity.Don’t ask for a proxy vote on it.”Pepper was formulating a response to this outburst when Justice Haro said, in a lowered but distinctly audible voice, “Is ‘integrity’ applicable here?”Pepper wheeled.“You know, Mike,” she said in a measured tone, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to say to you for a while now.Kiss my ass.”To everyone’s knowledge, it was the first time in history those three words had been uttered in the justices’ conference room.No one moved.The Chief Justice stared at Pepper with icy contempt.“I’ll be in my chambers,” Pepper said, gathering up her papers.“Let me know how the vote goes.”PEPPER BURIED HERSELF in mind-numbing minutiae, redrafting an overdue opinion, poring over footnotes, even paying bills, until she’d managed to put herself into a sort of zombielike state.When finally she looked up at the clock she saw that nearly two hours had gone by.It was taking them a long time to vote.Or did the delay portend some graver development? Were they drafting a petition asking her to resign? Articles of impeachment? No, she recalled from Introductory Con Law—that was up to the Congress.Eventually there was a knock on her door.She looked up, expecting Crispus on some lugubrious ambassadorial mission—For what it’s worth, darlin’ child, I took your side, but they all felt it would be best if you did the decent thing and resigned.But no, it was Declan, looking either drunk or like someone had smacked him across the face.“You look like shit,” Pepper said.He sat in a chair facing her.“You okay?” she said.“You just said I look like shit.”“Sorry.You been.?”“No.I had a little snort before the conference.I could drain an entire bottle right now, but I don’t think that would help.”Silence.“So, you all want me out of here?” Pepper said.“No.It’s not that.”“Well, what is it? You look like an armadillo just crawled up your butt.”“Crispus told me.”“Told you what?”“About the FBI.About Haro.”“Aw, he wasn’t supposed to do that.”“I’m not sure where to begin.So I’ll start with the apology.”“No one here owes me any apology.”“I confronted Mike.Not in front of the others.”“Was that smart, in the middle of this shit storm?”“There’s a principle at stake here, Pepper.”“I’m sick of principles.Vanderdamp ran on principle, and look what that accomplished.This country’s ready to explode.And we’re the detonators.Principles.Nothing but trouble.I don’t want to hear any more about principles.”Declan seemed unsure how to process this declaration.“So what did Mr.Justice Integrity have to say?” Pepper said.“Not much.”“He could always just deny it.I destroyed the evidence.”“You’re about as adept at destroying evidence as you are at using our Intranet.Crispus dug the pieces of paper out of the wastebasket and taped them together.”“That sneaky.”“I showed it to Mike.I enjoyed that part.He went appropriately pale.Started blathering about gestapo tactics and criminal procedure.I was tempted to ask for his resignation.”“Kind of draconian, isn’t it?”“Draco is on the frieze in the Great Hall.You may have noticed.”“I did.Along with Moses and the Ten Commandments, with his beard covering the Thou Shalt Not parts.You ought to do something about that, by the way.So where was it left?”“It was left that he is going to apologize to you at conference, starting fifteen minutes from now.For impugning your integrity.Further, he is going to propose that you not recuse yourself.My sense is that the others will accede.As for the leak and the FBI, nothing more will be said, by anyone, to anyone.You might apologize to him for telling him to kiss your ass.”“Slick, Chiefy,” Pepper said.“Real slick.”“Yes,” Declan said.“It was, rather.”THE VOTE on Mitchell v.Vanderdamp was 4–4.It fell to the juniormost justice to cast the deciding vote.There had been vigorous discussion around the table [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“I think maybe we ought.at least.” Mo Gotbaum said slowly as if each word were being drawn up by bucket one by one from a deep well, “.discuss the matter of recusal.”The statement hovered in the air for a moment or two.He added, in a cheery tone of voice, “I stipulate it’s an entirely personal decision.I’m not for a minute suggesting compulsion.But all things being equal it might make sense at least for us all to.discuss it as an issue.qua issue.”“Anyone see the piece in Legal Times?” Silvio ventured.This brought a palpably awkward silence, for they had all indeed read the article by the Dean of Fordham Law—Pepper’s own alma mater.(Oh, dear.) It was entitled “Recusal Now, or Impeachment Later?”Pepper said, “I read it.”“Oh?” Silvio said, uncharacteristically reticent.“Ah.Well.”Excruciating silence.Pepper said to Declan, “Chief, may I say something?”“Of course.”“First,” she said, “I want to apologize to all of you.I did what I did because I felt I had to be there.As to the hugs, anyone here who’s been at a deathbed knows that just.happens.It wasn’t any celebration among plotters.”“But this wasn’t just any deathbed,” Justice Haro sniffed.“I’m aware of that, Mike,” Pepper said.“There’s something else you should all know.Just before he expired, Mr.Clenndennynn said, “ ‘Did we win?’ ”Justices stared.No one spoke.Finally, Paige Plympton said, “Did anyone make a reply to Mr.Clenndennynn?”“I was trying to figure out something to say when he died.”There was a rumble, a low rumble that at first sounded like bronchitic lungs gasping for air, but which shortly revealed itself as—laughter.It was coming from Crispus, from very deep within him, as magma from an erupting volcano.His shoulders shook, his eyes teared, his hands gripped the edge of the conference table.“I.aha.ahaaaa.sorry, sorry.It’s not in the least.haaaa-haaa-haaaaaa.It’s just too.haaaaaa.” Ruthless stared at him with pursed lips, like a church lady confronting a bishop who had just farted in the middle of the Sermon on the Mount.Crispus gave a few final shudders, dabbed his eyes.“I’m sorry.Sorry,” he said.“It’s just.” This was followed by another few eruptions.After which he said, “Sorry.Sorry.”There was silence and the ticking of the grandfather clock.“I think—” the Chief Justice said.“If I might?” Pepper said.Declan waved her on.“I know it’s my decision whether to recuse myself, and I thank Mo for pointing that out.There was no ex parte discussion.But under the circumstances, I’m going to let you all decide whether I should have a vote in Mitchell.” She stood.“I’ll abide by whatever your decision is.”“No.No,” Declan said, bringing his hand down on the table with an angry thump.“That’s is not how we do things.”“You got a better idea?”“It’s your decision.Don’t ask us to make it for you.Take responsibility.It’s your conscience.Your integrity.Don’t ask for a proxy vote on it.”Pepper was formulating a response to this outburst when Justice Haro said, in a lowered but distinctly audible voice, “Is ‘integrity’ applicable here?”Pepper wheeled.“You know, Mike,” she said in a measured tone, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to say to you for a while now.Kiss my ass.”To everyone’s knowledge, it was the first time in history those three words had been uttered in the justices’ conference room.No one moved.The Chief Justice stared at Pepper with icy contempt.“I’ll be in my chambers,” Pepper said, gathering up her papers.“Let me know how the vote goes.”PEPPER BURIED HERSELF in mind-numbing minutiae, redrafting an overdue opinion, poring over footnotes, even paying bills, until she’d managed to put herself into a sort of zombielike state.When finally she looked up at the clock she saw that nearly two hours had gone by.It was taking them a long time to vote.Or did the delay portend some graver development? Were they drafting a petition asking her to resign? Articles of impeachment? No, she recalled from Introductory Con Law—that was up to the Congress.Eventually there was a knock on her door.She looked up, expecting Crispus on some lugubrious ambassadorial mission—For what it’s worth, darlin’ child, I took your side, but they all felt it would be best if you did the decent thing and resigned.But no, it was Declan, looking either drunk or like someone had smacked him across the face.“You look like shit,” Pepper said.He sat in a chair facing her.“You okay?” she said.“You just said I look like shit.”“Sorry.You been.?”“No.I had a little snort before the conference.I could drain an entire bottle right now, but I don’t think that would help.”Silence.“So, you all want me out of here?” Pepper said.“No.It’s not that.”“Well, what is it? You look like an armadillo just crawled up your butt.”“Crispus told me.”“Told you what?”“About the FBI.About Haro.”“Aw, he wasn’t supposed to do that.”“I’m not sure where to begin.So I’ll start with the apology.”“No one here owes me any apology.”“I confronted Mike.Not in front of the others.”“Was that smart, in the middle of this shit storm?”“There’s a principle at stake here, Pepper.”“I’m sick of principles.Vanderdamp ran on principle, and look what that accomplished.This country’s ready to explode.And we’re the detonators.Principles.Nothing but trouble.I don’t want to hear any more about principles.”Declan seemed unsure how to process this declaration.“So what did Mr.Justice Integrity have to say?” Pepper said.“Not much.”“He could always just deny it.I destroyed the evidence.”“You’re about as adept at destroying evidence as you are at using our Intranet.Crispus dug the pieces of paper out of the wastebasket and taped them together.”“That sneaky.”“I showed it to Mike.I enjoyed that part.He went appropriately pale.Started blathering about gestapo tactics and criminal procedure.I was tempted to ask for his resignation.”“Kind of draconian, isn’t it?”“Draco is on the frieze in the Great Hall.You may have noticed.”“I did.Along with Moses and the Ten Commandments, with his beard covering the Thou Shalt Not parts.You ought to do something about that, by the way.So where was it left?”“It was left that he is going to apologize to you at conference, starting fifteen minutes from now.For impugning your integrity.Further, he is going to propose that you not recuse yourself.My sense is that the others will accede.As for the leak and the FBI, nothing more will be said, by anyone, to anyone.You might apologize to him for telling him to kiss your ass.”“Slick, Chiefy,” Pepper said.“Real slick.”“Yes,” Declan said.“It was, rather.”THE VOTE on Mitchell v.Vanderdamp was 4–4.It fell to the juniormost justice to cast the deciding vote.There had been vigorous discussion around the table [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]