When I went to law school, nobody heard of civil rights.
I grew up in a house where nobody had to tell me to go to school every day and do my homework.
Columbia Law School men were being drafted, and suddenly women who had done well in college were considered acceptable candidates for the vacant seats.
In high school, I discovered myself. I was interested in race relations and the legal profession. I read about Lincoln and that he believed the law to be the most difficult of professions.
In high school, I won a prize for an essay on tuberculosis. When I got through writing the essay, I was sure I had the disease.
I soon found law school an unmitigated bore.
