Judging Thomas: The Life and Times of Clarence Thomas

Judging Thomas: The Life and Times of Clarence Thomas

by Ken Foskett


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Clarence Thomas, the youngest and most controversial member of the Supreme Court, could become the longest-serving justice in history, influencing US law for decades to come. Foskett's biography is based on interviews with Thomas, fellow justices, family members, and hundreds of friends and associates, as well as archival material and Thomas's own speeches, legal writings, and other materials. It traces the justice's working-class roots, his flirtation with the priesthood and with Black Power, the resentment that fueled his opposition to affirmative action, and the conservative beliefs that eventually led him to the Supreme Court. Foskett is an investigative reporter for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution and was the newspaper's Washington correspondent from 1996 to 2001. Annotation ©2004 Book News, Inc., Portland, OR

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780060527228
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 04/26/2005
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 1,128,692
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.82(d)

About the Author

Ken Foskett, an investigative reporter for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, covered legal affairs and state politics before serving as the newspaper's Washington correspondent from 1996 to 2001. Prior to joining the Journal-Constitution in 1989, Foskett worked for three years in southern Africa for Save the Children. A graduate of Yale and the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism, he is married and lives with his wife and son in Georgia.

For his biography of Justice Thomas, Foskett interviewed more than 300 people from every phase of Thomas’ life. Justice Thomas sat for interviews and is quoted in the book, along with Justice Antonin Scalia and Ruth Bader Ginsburg, two of his closest colleagues. Foskett interviewed Thomas’ family members, schoolmates, college classmates and numerous officials from the Reagan and Bush administrations. “Part of the reason I wanted to write about Justice Thomas is that most people with first hand knowledge of his life were around to talk about him,” says Foskett. “They provided details, nuance and texture that isn’t always available to biographers relying on letters, personal papers or secondary sources.”

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Judging Thomas
The Life and Times of Clarence Thomas

Chapter One

Clarence Thomas

In the summer of 1955 Clarence Thomas left his mother's tenement in Savannah, clutching a brown paper shopping bag stuffed with everything he owned. The seven-year-old walked with his mother and younger brother, Myers, who carried his own paper bag. The abrupt departure came with no warning and little explanation from his mother. They were going to live with their grandparents, she told them. She would see them when she could, she said. Having seen his grandfather only once in his life, Clarence knew almost nothing about the man who was suddenly to be his guardian. He regarded Myers Anderson as some kind of god, a rich man who lived in a big house and owned both a car and a truck.

He was utterly terrified even before he crossed the threshold.

A tall man, Anderson stood ramrod straight and walked stiffly. Years of chopping firewood, his first business, had chiseled his big hands into callous knobs. One of the few photos of him, taken much later in his life, shows a lean man dressed in a white T-shirt. Anderson's dark black skin, creased and weather-beaten, almost blends in to the mahogany mantelpiece behind him. There is a trace of a scowl across his face. His eyes burn defiantly at the camera, and the muscles in his body look tense, barely suppressing the obvious resistance he felt over being photographed.

Anderson delivered heating oil to black customers in a green Ford truck. Painted letters on the side advertised his business: ANDERSON FUEL OIL CO. The Andersons' two-bedroom house, built just before Clarence and Myers arrived, surrounded the boys with luxuries they had never known: a secure roof over their heads, an indoor toilet, and a bedroom of their own. Anderson bought them clothes and decent shoes. His wife, Christine, the boys' grandmother, made sure they had plenty to eat.

But the comforts came at a price. Under Anderson's roof, the boys lived by his strict rules. He allowed them no break-in period and accepted no excuses. Similarly, nothing prepared Anderson for the sudden responsibility of raising two young boys. He fell back on the only role model he had ever had -- the uncle who raised him thirty years earlier in nearby Liberty County -- and the rigid discipline and hard work of his youth.

Anderson nicknamed Clarence "Boy," and Myers "Peanut." Boy and Peanut, the two sons he'd never had.

He immediately taught his grandsons to tell time by his clock. Each morning he awoke before the sun rose == "'fo' day," he called it -- and he worked from "sun to sun." He put his grandsons on the same schedule, rousing them before sunrise every day, even during summer. The morning ritual became so ingrained that Clarence often sensed his grandfather's presence in the predawn darkness before he heard his deep voice. "Get up, Boy," Anderson barked. "Y'all think y'all are rich!" Clarence Thomas cannot remember a single morning of his childhood that he was not up to see daybreak.

Anderson accounted for every minute of his grandsons' time, ensuring that they were busy with chores or homework from breakfast to bedtime. On school days he demanded they be home by three o'clock to help him with his afternoon fuel-oil deliveries. They washed and polished the oil truck; they cleaned his car. They cut the grass and trimmed the hedges.They helped make the cinder blocks that Anderson manufactured in the backyard and sold to neighborhood customers.

On weekends Anderson sometimes drove out to a lumberyard to collect used lumber, which he recycled to build houses. Clarence and his brother pounded out the old nails in the boards and deposited them in a tin bucket; Anderson recycled those, too. Only on Sundays, after church, when he himself rested, did Anderson release his grandsons from his control.

The boys learned quickly that Anderson was never to be challenged in his house. His word was the law. He enforced discipline with a thick belt that he rarely had to use. "He was authority," said Thomas. "You didn't dispute him. And he was very clear about what your responsibilities were, and he meant it. There was no wiggle room ... You did what you were told to do.

"When he was talking to an adult, you didn't sit there and gaze at him. You were a child and he was an adult. It was his house and he was the man of the house .... He would tell you, 'I rule here.' "

Anderson believed that a man learned by doing, and he deferred nothing to the boys' youth. What he did, they did. The point was driven home forcefully when he roused Clarence and Myers early one morning, just after Christmas 1957, less than three years after they began living with him. Hustling the boys into his '51 Pontiac, Anderson headed south from Savannah toward rural Liberty County, where he had been raised. He typically left the house before dawn on days he traveled, brewing a pot of coffee and pouring it into a Thermos for the drive. Clarence, then nine years old but short for his age, was probably just tall enough to peer through the windows at the blurring countryside.

In Liberty County Anderson turned onto a gravel road and drove for about a mile before veering left down an old dirt track. The car rumbled over the uneven ground and came to a stop in an overgrown field. Anderson's grandfather, Harry Allen, had bought the land in 1893. Now it belonged to Anderson. Anderson called the pastures "the rice fields" after the crop cultivated back "in slavery times."

Anderson stepped out of the car and planted his feet on the sandy soil. The boys watched as their grandfather paced around the open field, thinking. He walked under a tall live-oak tree, then began marking off the ground beneath it: ten paces one way, twenty the other ...

Judging Thomas
The Life and Times of Clarence Thomas
. Copyright © by Ken Foskett. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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