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¡¶ÎÅÏãʶŮÈË¡· Frank: I'll show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask, I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind, if I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a flame thrower to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see, and I have seen, boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off, but there is nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that, you think you're merely sendin' this splendid foot solider back home to Oregen with his tail between his legs, but I say you're executin' his soul! And why? Because he is not a Baird man. Baird men, you hurt this boy, you're gonna be Baird bums, the lot of you. And Harry, Jimmy, and Trent, wherever you are out there, fuck you too! Trask: Stand down, Mr. Slade! Frank: I'm not finished. As I came in here, I heard those words: cradle of leadership. Well, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and it has fallen here, it has fallen. Makers of men, creators of leaders, be careful what kind of leaders you're producin' here. I don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong, I'm not a judge or jury, but I can tell you this: he won't sell anybody out to buy his future! And that my friends is called integrity, that's called courage. Now, that's the stuff leaders should be made of. Now I have come to crossroads in my life, I always knew what the right path was. Without exception, I knew, but I never took it, you know why, it was too damn hard. Now here's Charlie, he's come to the crossroads, he has chosen a path. It's the right path, it's a path made of principle that leads to character. Let him continue on his journey. You hold this boy's future in your hands, committee, it's a valuable future, believe me. Don't destroy it, protect it. Embrace it. 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Frank: Well, I think Michael's hysterical ÌÆÄÈ£ºÂõ¿Ë¶ûÈÏΪ̽¸êºÜ·è¿ñ¡£¡¡¡¡ ¸¥À¼¿Ë£ºÎÒÈÏΪÂõ¿Ë¶ûºÜ·è¿ñ¡£ Eversleeping Once I travelled seven seas to find my love And once I sang seven hundred songs Well, maybe I still have to walk seven thousand miles Until I find the one that I belong I will rest my head side by side To the one that stays in the night I will lose my breath in my last words of sorrow And whatever comes will come soon Dying I will pray to the moon That there once will be a better tomorrow Once I crossed seven rivers to find my love And once, for seven years, I forgot my name Well, if I have to I will die seven deaths just to lie In the arms of my eversleeping aim I will rest my head side by side to the one that stays in the night I will lose my breath in my last words of sorrow And whatever comes will come soon Dying I will pray to the moon That there once will be a better tomorrow I dreamt last night that he came to me He said£º¡°My love, why do you cry?¡± For now it won't be along any more Until in my cold grave we will lie The Empathy Issue The American legal system is based on a useful falsehood. It¡¯s based on the falsehood that this is a nation of laws, not men; that in rendering decisions, disembodied, objective judges are able to put aside emotion and unruly passion and issue opinions on the basis of pure reason. Most people know this is untrue. In reality, decisions are made by imperfect minds in ambiguous circumstances. It is incoherent to say that a judge should base an opinion on reason and not emotion because emotions are an inherent part of decision-making. Emotions are the processes we use to assign value to different possibilities. Emotions move us toward things and ideas that produce pleasure and away from things and ideas that produce pain. People without emotions cannot make sensible decisions because they don¡¯t know how much anything is worth. People without social emotions like empathy are not objective decision-makers. They are sociopaths who sometimes end up on death row. Supreme Court justices, like all of us, are emotional intuitionists. They begin their decision-making processes with certain models in their heads. These are models of how the world works and should work, which have been idiosyncratically ingrained by genes, culture, education, parents and events. These models shape the way judges perceive the world. As Dan Kahan of Yale Law School has pointed out, many disputes come about because two judges look at the same situation and they have different perceptions about what the most consequential facts are. One judge, with one set of internal models, may look at a case and perceive that the humiliation suffered by a 13-year-old girl during a strip search in a school or airport is the most consequential fact of the case. Another judge, with another set of internal models, may perceive that the security of the school or airport is the most consequential fact. People elevate and savor facts that conform to their pre-existing sensitivities. The decision-making process gets even murkier once the judge has absorbed the disparate facts of a case. When noodling over some issue ¡ª whether it¡¯s a legal case, an essay, a math problem or a marketing strategy ¡ª people go foraging about for a unifying solution. This is not a hyper-rational, orderly process of the sort a computer might undertake. It¡¯s a meandering, largely unconscious process of trial and error. The mind tries on different solutions to see if they fit. Ideas and insights bubble up from some hidden layer of intuitions and heuristics. Sometimes you feel yourself getting closer to a conclusion, and sometimes you feel yourself getting farther away. The emotions serve as guidance signals, like from a GPS, as you feel your way toward a solution. Then ¡ª often while you¡¯re in the shower or after a night¡¯s sleep ¡ª the answer comes to you. You experience a fantastic rush of pleasure that feels like a million tiny magnets suddenly clicking into alignment. Now your conclusion is articulate in your consciousness. You can edit it or reject it. You can go out and find precedents and principles to buttress it. But the way you get there was not a cool, rational process. It was complex, unconscious and emotional. The crucial question in evaluating a potential Supreme Court justice, therefore, is not whether she relies on empathy or emotion, but how she does so. First, can she process multiple streams of emotion? Reason is weak and emotions are strong, but emotions can be balanced off each other. Sonia Sotomayor will be a good justice if she can empathize with the many types of people and actions involved in a case, but a bad justice if she can only empathize with one type, one ethnic group or one social class. Second, does she have a love for the institutions of the law themselves? For some lawyers, the law is not only a bunch of statutes but a code of chivalry. The good judges seem to derive a profound emotional satisfaction from the faithful execution of time-tested precedents and traditions. Third, is she aware of the murky, flawed and semiprimitive nature of her own decision-making, and has she accounted for her own uncertainty? If we were logical creatures in a logical world, judges could create sweeping abstractions and then rigorously apply them. But because we¡¯re emotional creatures in an idiosyncratic world, it¡¯s prudent to have judges who are cautious, incrementalist and minimalist. It¡¯s prudent to have judges who decide cases narrowly, who emphasize the specific context of each case, who value gradual change, small steps and modest self-restraint. Right-leaning thinkers from Edmund Burke to Friedrich Hayek understood that emotion is prone to overshadow reason. They understood that emotion can be a wise guide in some circumstances and a dangerous deceiver in others. It¡¯s not whether judges rely on emotion and empathy, it¡¯s how they educate their sentiments within the discipline of manners and morals, tradition and practice. |
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