My name is Hala Furst, and I am a 3L. Before coming to Roger Williams I received a BA in Theatre Arts at the University of Minnesota. In the three years between graduating from college and arriving here in Bristol, RI, I worked as a hotel concierge for a luxury brand, a loan officer and mortgage...
72 More Hours in DC
Looks like I’ve been remiss in my blogging duties. I looked back and saw that I haven’t posted anything since February, and so much has happened since then. The Public Interest Auction, Barrister’s Ball, Spring Break, and just last weekend, a trip to DC to hear arguments in front of the Supreme Court and meet Justice Alito and Senator Whitehouse.
Those who read this blog with any frequency will know that I love DC, and would like one day to live there. If I could get a job, that would be great too. DC has a great energy, and I think it’s an energy that any law student would vibe on. Everyone is there to make a deal, everyone is there for a purpose. It’s all about who you know, how much influence you have, and how persuasive you can be- an environment that I could thrive in. With the most lawyers of really anywhere in the world, per capita, it feels like a town ready made for a J.D. But this trip was special. The happy few of us in the Supreme Court seminar were invited to watch oral arguments and have a brief Q and A with Justice Alito. To hear more about the trip itself, check out Regina’s blog on this same page.
We all know what a civics dork I am, so it isn’t going to surprise you that walking into the courtroom where the Supreme Court hears arguments gave me chills. The room is smaller than you might expect, but very, very tall. The eye is naturally drawn upwards to the ceiling, immediately below which you find four friezes, each depicting either the symbology of the law, or the history of its practice. A range of characters from John Marshall to Confucious to Moses to Napoleon graces the north and south walls, while the east and west walls play host to the allegorical war of good and evil which the law attempts to wage. They are beautiful, moving, magnificent pieces of art, and they encourage the observer to remember that ours is not just a business, but a calling. We are called to help people, to be the last line of defense between order and chaos, between justice and despotism. While the arguments happening below that day were about the rather boring (to me) issue of bankruptcy, the architecture of the building demanded that the listener remember the higher purpose beyond the mundanity of the immediate matter. Right before the arguments began, the Chief Justice admitted several people to the Supreme Court Bar, and as they administered the oath, I thought to myself, “Someday.” Its a promise I make to myself, and to the law.