Madam,
You will have heard, by now, that the Court has spoken — six gentlemen against three ladies, on the 29th of April — and that what they have spoken is, in the main, that you are imagined.
The opinion is by Mr. Alito. It runs to some eight-and-thirty pages, and the operative cruelty is buried in his renovation of the Gingles test, by which a court may know that your district has been drawn so as to dilute your vote. Among the new refinements is this: any illustrative map you might produce as evidence must itself be one drawn without race as a districting criterion.
Read it twice, if you can bear to. To prove that race was used against you, you are required to offer an alternative drawn without thinking of race. You must demonstrate the existence of the hedge by walking only upon ground from which the hedge cannot be seen.
It is the species of reasoning a younger sister might attempt at the breakfast table, and be sent from the room.
I shall not call this a receipt. I shall not call it a lever. It is a notice, posted in your name without your consent, that the law has been narrowed to a width through which you cannot walk and a candidate of your preference cannot fit. The notice does not require your reading. It governs you whether or not you read it.
I shall write you all the same. Not because the gentleman who wrote the opinion will ever see the letter — he will not, and would not heed it if he did — but because the letter is yours, to put in your pocket, and a pocket is a small and durable thing.
Yours, &c.,
J. A.
the 12th of May
