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By JUAN WILLIAMS
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American Revolutionary Right Time, Right Man? RUMORS FLEW THAT NIGHT. Supreme Court Justice Tom Clark had resigned a few hours earlier. By that Monday evening, Solicitor General Thurgood Marshall and his wife, Cissy, heard that the president was set to name Clark's replacement the very next morning. At the Marshalls' small green town house on G Street in Southwest Washington, ., the phone was ringing. Friends, family, and even politicians were calling to see if Thurgood had heard anything about his chances for the job. But all the Marshalls could say was that they had heard rumors. As Marshall dressed for Clark's retirement party on that muggy Washington night of June 12, 1967, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Years ago some of his militant critics had called him "half-white" for his straight hair, pointed nose, and light tan skin. Now, at fifty-eight, his face had grown heavy, with sagging jowls and dark bags under his eyes. His once black hair, even his mustache, was now mostly a steely gray. And he looked worried. He did have on a good dark blue suit, the uniform of a Washington power player. But the conservative suit looked old and out of place in an era of Afros and dashikis. And even the best suit might not be strong enough armor for the high-stakes political fight he was preparing for tonight. At this moment the six-foot-two-inch Marshall, who weighed well over two hundred pounds, felt powerless. He was fearful that he was about to lose his only chance to become a Supreme Court justice. Staring in the mirror as if it were a crystal ball, Marshall could see clearly only that he would have one last chance to convince the president he was the right man. That chance would come tonight at Justice Clark's retirement party. In his two years as solicitor general there had been constant rumors floating around the capital about Marshall being positioned by the president to become the first black man on the high court. However, with one exception, no one at the White House had ever spoken to him about the job. That exception was President Lyndon Johnson. Whenever Johnson talked about the Supreme Court in front of him, the tall, intense Texan made a point of turning to Marshall, thrusting a finger in his face, and reminding him there was no promise that he would ever have a job on the high court. But Johnson was privately talking about putting Marshall on the Supreme Court. For a southern politician, Johnson had a strong sense of racial justice. As a skinny twenty-year-old, he had taught school to poor Hispanic children in south Texas and seen firsthand the disadvantages they faced. Now Johnson's fabled political instincts had drawn him to the idea that he would be hailed by history as the president who put the first black on the Supreme Court. The president had set the wheels in motion by making Marshall the nation's first black solicitor general. And he had confided to his wife, Lady Bird, that he wanted to appoint Marshall to the Supreme Court. But the president had been having second thoughts about Marshall. Was he really a good lawyer? And what about talk that Marshall was lazy? Was it realistic to think he could win enough votes to get by white racists in the Senate and be confirmed? As he finished getting ready for the party, Marshall replayed all the rumors he had heard about why the president was reluctant to appoint him to the high court. Thinking about it, Marshall got grumpy, then angry. His chance to be in the history books as the first black man on the Supreme Court was fading, and he felt abandoned. The word around the capital was that the nomination would be announced tomorrow. Marshall had heard nothing from the White House. Looking in the mirror, Marshall began to buck himself up. He decided that he had run this course before--and won. He remembered when, as a Failing lawyer in Depression-era Baltimore, he had pressured the NAACP for a job. He had peppered Charles Houston, his former law school dean, who was then running the NAACP's legal office, with letters and phone calls detailing ideas for lawsuits to fight racial segregation. The NAACP had little money and could not afford to hire a junior lawyer. But Marshall's aggressiveness and his record of early successes in Maryland civil rights cases finally paid off. Houston offered him a small salary if he would move to New York. Marshall jumped at the chance. Once in New York, Marshall won case after case, culminating in the landmark Brown v. Board of Education , desegregating America's public schools. Then a driven Marshall played his political cards with care. When the Democrat John Kennedy won the White House, the successful and persistent Marshall headed everyone's list of black lawyers deserving a top federal judgeship. However, Attorney General Robert Kennedy feared that southern segregationists would be angered by the nomination of any black man, especially the famous black lawyer who had been on the cover of Time magazine for having undressed them as bigots and defeated them in court. But Marshall played tough. He refused the Kennedy administration's offer to be a judge on any lower court. He told the attorney general it was the appeals court job or nothing. Then Marshall increased the political pressure on Robert Kennedy's left by drumming up support in the black press and among civil rights leaders who had been crucial to John Kennedy's narrow election as president. Robert Kennedy weighed the price of angering the civil rights groups and decided to give Marshall the seat he wanted. The determined and willful Thurgood Marshall had won. Marshall's forceful personality usually allowed him to get his way. He could charm a racist cop with stories and jokes, and he was also capable of intimidating black political rivals by being loud and defiant. But Marshall was full of nagging doubts about this Supreme Court job. He had a desperate need to be respected, to be seen as the equal of top white lawyers who had always looked down on black lawyers. The Supreme Court job would distinguish him for all history and make him the equal of any lawyer. Marshall's personal ambition went deeper than most because it was inextricably tied to his idea of what was best for a racially tense nation. All his life Marshall had been an integrationist. If black people could mix freely with white people, study and work together, he believed, there would be no racial problems in America. He had pushed that theory in courtrooms throughout the nation, won in the Supreme Court, and created the foundation for a modern civil rights movement that to this night still had the nation in turmoil. As a matter of principle, history, and personal ambition, Thurgood Marshall wanted to be the man to integrate the high court. This desire stirred a lifetime of passion and determination in him. But campaigning for a seat on the Supreme Court might be self-defeating; President Johnson was the kind of man to kill a deal if his hand was being forced or someone was telling him what to do. When newspapers wrote stories in advance of his policy decisions and appointments, Johnson would change his mind just to prove the papers wrong. Marshall had asked Louis (pronounced "Louie") Martin, the smooth, senior black political player at the Democratic National Committee and deputy chairman of the party, to speak to the president about the nomination. Martin had known Marshall since the 1940s, when Marshall was director of the NAACP Legal Defense Fund and Martin ran several black midwestern newspapers. Martin, a tall honey-brown man who spoke slow, thoughtful words in a raspy voice, was entertained by Marshall's rapid, blunt comments and his gusto for an argument or a drink. Martin often told friends how after one bout of drinking in Harlem years before, he had driven Marshall around in the early morning hours to give him some air and sober him up before taking him home. But when Martin sat and talked with the president about Marshall, Johnson fired back, "That son of a bitch is not worth a damn; he is lazy." Martin did not tell Marshall about that conversation. He didn't want to deflate Marshall's ego, and he didn't take Johnson's outbursts all that seriously. Martin figured it was just "Lyndon being Lyndon." He continued saying a good word here and there to the president on his friend's behalf and getting Marshall into meetings so the president saw him regularly. But Martin could never give Marshall any guarantee, and Marshall realized that his friend's best efforts may not have been enough. Marshall saw other indications that Johnson was slowly moving away from giving him consideration as a nominee for the Court. The president had told Ramsey Clark, then the acting attorney general and the son of Justice Tom Clark, that Marshall's reputation as solicitor general worried him. With the keen eye of a man who had been watching the scoreboard, the president precisely noted that by the end of 1966 Marshall had lost five of fourteen cases he'd argued as solicitor general before the Supreme Court. That was not good enough. Johnson wanted a perfect record--no losses--so that even Marshall's most racist critics would have to say he was qualified. Johnson's main worry was about the politics of putting Marshall on the Court in 1967. It was a time of a growing backlash against liberal politics. The college campuses were filled with antiwar and civil rights protests. Violent riots had shaken Baltimore, Chicago, and Los Angeles during the Black Power summer of 1966. Talking to Clark about the politics of nominating Marshall to the Court, the president had said Marshall was a man who would "just be in the liberals' pocket 100 percent of the time." A Court with Marshall, William Douglas, Hugo Black, Abe Fortas, and Earl Warren was a sure bet to be a liberal playground: "Think they'd send a man to the penitentiary for raping a woman if you had a photograph of it?" the president asked Clark. Johnson also worried that putting another liberal on the Court at that time would infuriate conservatives and might mean that his chance to be reelected in 1968 "was long gone." Clark listened to Johnson's rant. But he did not agree. A fellow Texan and close confidant to the president, Clark was different from most of the men surrounding Johnson. He was a University of Chicago graduate who was considered by Johnson's political cronies to be an extreme liberal, even if he was from Texas. In his deep southern drawl the young Clark reminded Johnson that Marshall shared the president's core belief that the key to ending the 1960s racial strife was promoting integration. Marshall's record showed a willingness to crack down on younger, more militant blacks who could be seen on TV rioting and battling with cops. Given his record as a famed civil rights lawyer, Marshall would be a powerful man to oppose the black radicals. The president listened to Clark but never said yes or no to putting Marshall on the Court. Clark found himself attempting to stop Johnson from ruling Marshall out. He tried to soothe the president by allaying his biggest fear--that Marshall could not be confirmed. But with southern segregationists in many key positions in the Senate, Johnson expected a fight over the first black justice. He said he could not afford to have a major nomination go down to defeat with the election so near. Some of the president's doubts eventually got back to Marshall. In conversations with Louis Martin and other friends, he worried that the president was looking at other black lawyers--less well known and less controversial--who would be more likely to win easy Senate confirmation. Jet , the weekly black newsmagazine, reported that the president's list of potential black nominees to the Supreme Court included Marshall but also federal judges Wade McCree of Detroit and William Hastie of Philadelphia. They had first-rate credentials in the white legal establishment--and none of Marshall's baggage of a career in the civil rights movement. In fact, the president had asked Nicholas Katzenbach, Ramsey Clark's predecessor as attorney general, a Rhodes scholar and Yale Law School professor with impeccable establishment credentials, to identify other black candidates for the Court. Johnson, standing toe-to-toe with the equally tall, balding Katzenbach, told him, "Marshall's not the best--he's not the most outstanding black lawyer in the country." Katzenbach grimaced as the imposing Johnson listed prominent, supposedly better-qualified black lawyers, such as William Coleman and Bill Hastie. Finally, Katzenbach, who had come to be friends with Marshall, faced up to Johnson's charge. He replied, "Mr. President, if you appoint anybody, any black to that court but Thurgood Marshall, you are insulting every black in the country. Thurgood is the black lawyer as far as blacks are concerned--I mean there can't be any doubt about that." Katzenbach did agree with the president that Marshall was lazy some of the time. But he reassured Johnson that he would never regret putting Marshall on the Supreme Court. "He may not be a Felix Frankfurter, he may not be a Hugo Black, but he will never disgrace you." Katzenbach wanted Marshall on the Court as a symbol of racial harmony. Inside the White House, Marshall had asked another good friend to urge the president to put him on the high court. Clifford Alexander, one of Johnson's White House lawyers, was the chief adviser on hiring blacks for the administration. Alexander had known Marshall for years. When Alexander won the presidency of the student council at Harvard University in 1954, he asked Marshall to address the students. At that moment Marshall was world famous for his victory desegregating . public schools. When he agreed to come to Harvard, it was a coup for the student council president, and Alexander never forgot it. In the Oval Office, dominated by the president's massive mahogany desk, the unassuming Alexander had walked the same path as Ramsey Clark and Nicholas Katzenbach. Sitting by the side of the desk, Alexander in a soft voice had pressed him to make history by nominating Marshall to replace the retiring Clark. Johnson, again, did not say yes or no. Later, Alexander could only tell Marshall that he had put in a good word for him and not to worry about all the rumors. On June 12, 1967, his last day on the high court, Justice Tom Clark told reporters the president would appoint a replacement "who will fill my shoes to overflowing, possibly break them open." His comment sparked a new wave of rumors. Justice Clark's comments raised Marshall's hopes. But as his petite Hawaiian wife later told reporters, she had heard hints before, and "you can't live on hints." At the retirement party Johnson was his usual dominating self, alternately bullying and ingratiating himself with both justices and the politicians in the crowd. When Marshall made his way through the faces surrounding Johnson, the president quickly greeted him with a wide smile. The two men loved to drink bourbon and tell stories full of lies. They were the same age and had strong feelings for each other. So it was no surprise when the president threw a long arm around Marshall and briefly pulled him aside. Johnson bluntly told him not to get his hopes up because he was not going to replace Justice Clark. Marshall played it off with a laugh. Standing to his full height, he reminded Johnson that he didn't need a job and there had never been any promise he would get to the high court. Behind his bluster, however, Marshall felt a fierce determination to argue with Johnson right there. It was Marshall's style to apply pressure and fight. But this time he bit his tongue. It didn't make sense to think he could bully Lyndon Johnson in the middle of a party and win. He drove home, cutting across the Mall, with the . Capitol's magnificent white dome glowing to one side and the towering Washington Monument on the other. The nation's grand symbols made him feel small, an outsider. He had missed his chance. The next morning, Tuesday, June 13, Marshall was in his office at the Justice Department on Pennsylvania Avenue when his secretary got a call from the attorney general. It was just before 10:00 ., and Clark told her he was coming down to see Marshall and to keep everyone else out. When Clark got into Marshall's office, he asked him what he was doing later that morning. Marshall replied that he was going to the White House to speak with a group of students. Clark told him to go over fifteen minutes early and stop in the Oval Office. Marshall pressed Clark to tell him what was going on. Clark said he didn't know.' But given the spate of rumors over the last twenty-four hours and the disaster at the party, Marshall figured this trip was for Johnson to stroke him and tell him why he didn't get the job. Meanwhile, the president phoned Louis Martin at the Democratic National Committee that morning and asked him to come to the Oval Office. Before Martin's arrival Johnson placed another call. He told Clifford Alexander to come over as well. Alexander was the first to arrive. He found Johnson sitting in a rocking chair in front of a circular marble coffee table in the middle of the Oval Office. The president was holding handwritten notes on large white index cards. Listed were the names of key members of the Senate Judiciary Committee; the Senate leaders, including Mike Mansfield and Everett Dirksen, the majority and minority leaders; Chief Justice Earl Warren; and a tally of Marshall's record in cases argued before the Supreme Court. Highlighted on one card was the fact that Marshall had been first in his class at Howard Law School. Alexander could barely contain his glee when he realized what was going on. With Alexander standing by, the president, using the white phone built into the coffee table, called Vice President Hubert Humphrey, informing him of the decision. Then Johnson, alternately leaning forward and pushing back as he spoke, called the man who was sure to be the leader in any confirmation fight in the Senate, James Eastland of Mississippi, a hard-line segregationist. "That conversation was mostly in monotone," Alexander recalled. "President Johnson said to him, `I know you must agree that this is the best-qualified person.'" Johnson then called several more senators. Alexander remembered the conversations all ended the same way: "I am sure with this distinguished record that you will support his nomination." No one, neither Republican nor Democrat, argued. There was hardly any reason for discussion. Johnson had made up his mind, and he spoke with presidential authority. He was not asking for anyone's support. "God knows by the time he finished his monologue, the people at the other end of the phone had to think about what they had agreed to," said Alexander. Louis Martin soon came in and stood with Alexander as the president called Earl Warren, who was in San Francisco. Warren gave his approval to the nomination and later sent a note thanking Johnson for early notice of the nomination. With the calls finished, Johnson asked Alexander and Martin to wait outside while he spoke with Marshall alone. Marshall had been next door since 10:45, talking with Marvin Watson, Johnson's appointments secretary. Watson played dumb when Marshall asked him why the president wanted to see him. When he was finally called into the Oval Office at 11:05, Marshall saw Johnson, all by himself, bent over the news service ticker-tape machine. While Marshall waited for the president to turn around he quickly glanced about the Oval Office. In the far corner was a bronze caricature of a frenetic President Johnson running while holding a phone in one hand. On the marble coffee table Marshall could see a bunch of index cards and papers, some of which had spilled onto the green rug under the president's rocking chair. Nervously, Marshall coughed to get the president's attention. Johnson spun around, as though surprised, and said, "Oh, hi, Thurgood. Sit down, sit down." Marshall moved toward the couch and sat next to Johnson's rocking chair. Johnson made small talk with the fidgety Marshall until he abruptly turned to him and said, "You know something, Thurgood?... I'm going to put you on the Supreme Court." Marshall was stunned. All he could say was "Oh, yipe!" Johnson laughed and had Martin and Alexander come back into the office. They sat on the couch across from Marshall, with the president occasionally leaning forward in the rocking chair. Johnson joked with Marshall that he appointed him to the Supreme Court because "you are very much like me--brought up in poverty ... not a Harvard boy like Cliff." Alexander later recalled thinking to himself that Marshall was not brought up in poverty, but that was the image he gave off. For nearly an hour a giddy Marshall joked around, never moving far from the president's rocking chair even as Johnson made phone calls to ecstatic civil rights leaders. Marshall shook his head and laughed at Johnson's trickery as he recalled for Martin and Alexander that just the night before, the president had told him he would not get the job. Johnson just smiled. At noon Johnson led his new nominee out the French doors behind his desk and into the bright June sunshine. The minute the reporters in the Rose Garden saw Marshall, they knew what was coming. His nomination, while historic, somehow was expected because it had been rumored for so long. "I have just talked to the Chief Justice and informed him that I shall send to the Senate this afternoon the nomination of Mr. Thurgood Marshall, Solicitor General, to the position of Associate Justice of the Supreme Court," Johnson said. "He has argued nineteen cases in the Supreme Court since becoming Solicitor General. Prior to that time he had argued some thirty-two cases. Statisticians tell me that probably only one or two other living men have argued as many cases before the Court--and perhaps less than half a dozen in all the history of the Nation.... "I believe he has already earned his place in history, but I think it will be greatly enhanced by his service on the Court," continued Johnson. "I believe he earned that appointment; he deserves the appointment. He is best qualified by training and by very valuable service to the country. I believe it is the right thing to do, the right time to do it, the right man and the right place." Surprisingly, there was no express mention of the fact that Marshall was black, just Johnson's singular focus on his legal record and an expression of doing the "right thing," a quick jab at critics, particularly southern senators, who might oppose the idea of putting a black man on the nation's highest court. The president, with Marshall by his side, then began a twenty-minute news conference, most of which, incredibly, had nothing to do with the nomination. Reporters asked about Vietnam, the Middle East, and riots in the big cities. Finally, a reporter asked Johnson if he had been advised to name a more conservative nominee than Marshall. President Johnson shook his head and said, "No, I received very little pressure of any kind in this connection." The American Bar Association found Marshall "highly acceptable," Johnson added. Another reporter jumped in: "I was just going to ask Justice Marshall, if we might, how he feels about this appointment?" Johnson, turning to Marshall, responded: "I hope the justice doesn't go into an extended news conference before his confirmation." Marshall, who was almost as tall as the president, then stepped forward, bent over the microphone, smiled, and looking out through thick, black-framed eyeglasses said: "You speak for me, Mr. President, we will wait until after the Senate acts." The president and Marshall, arm in arm and smiling, then marched with long, loping strides back into the Oval Office, where Marshall asked the president for permission to tell his wife the good news before she heard it on the radio. Johnson, with a startled look, said he was surprised Marshall had not already told her. "How could I, sir?" Marshall asked. "I've been with you all the time." Marshall rang up his wife from a phone on the circular coffee table, and an eager Johnson grabbed for the receiver. "Cissy, this is Lyndon Johnson.... I just put your husband on the Supreme Court." The stunned wife replied, "I sure am happy I'm sitting down." To Marshall's surprise, the next morning's newspapers did not greet the nomination with high praise. It was "rich in symbolism," said The New York Times . But the paper did not give Marshall high marks as a legal thinker, saying he was not particularly distinguished either as a federal judge or as solicitor general. Newsweek magazine said President Johnson did not have to mention at his press conference that Marshall would be the first black on the Court. In a week of race riots across the nation, for the president to choose a black man to sit on the high court looked to a lot of people like a deft political move by a master politician. And there was the chance that the nomination could win back liberal white voters, who were increasingly turning away from Johnson over the Vietnam War. With a potential primary challenge from Sen. Robert Kennedy next year, Johnson had tied up the black vote, the magazine concluded. Newsweek did laud Marshall as a black leader who "in three decades ... has done as much to transform the life of his people as any Negro alive today, including Nobel Laureate Martin Luther King, Jr." One faint line of praise for Marshall's nomination came from conservatives who thought it might stop wild-eyed black people from rioting. An editorial in the Las Vegas Sun didn't have much good to say about Marshall but celebrated the fact that his nomination "pretty much negate[s] the complaints of the Negro multitudes.... It is hoped the significance is not lost on the Martin Luther Kings and the Stokely Carmichaels and their rampaging followers." While cheering for the nomination was polite at best in most papers, the voices of criticism were full-blooded. The Chicago Sun-Times wrote that lawyers would be keeping an eye on Marshall "because he has been subject to criticism for laziness by those who dealt with him as Solicitor General and Circuit Court Judge." Joseph Kraft, the preeminent Washington columnist, wrote Marshall's only qualification was that he was "a Negro, not just any Negro [but] not even the best qualified Negro." The administration quickly responded to the critics by emphasizing Marshall's strong belief in the law and racial integration. Johnson and his top aides transformed Marshall into a living symbol of racial progress and good American race relations. Two weeks after his nomination and before any Senate hearings began, the White House arranged for Marshall to be appointed to a special commission to study whether crime and violence were the cause of rioting in Harlem. The leaders of the liberal white establishment were embracing him as their answer to angry blacks who said whites never gave a black man a chance. And yet a strong undercurrent of criticism of Marshall--he was unqualified, lazy, too liberal--continued. Marshall came under the most brutal attack from segregationists, who did not want an integrationist on the Court. President Johnson's political strategy to have Marshall quickly and easily confirmed was crumbling. And even Marshall's tough-mindedness, his amazing will to win, seemed to be overmatched. Hearings for most Supreme Court nominees began within a week of the nomination. Byron White, President Kennedy's first candidate for the Court, had been nominated and confirmed within eight days. Abe Fortas, President Johnson's first, had to wait only fourteen days. Thurgood Marshall was different. It would be seventy-eight days before his name would come up for a vote of Senate confirmation. In the two and a half months between the nomination and the vote on Marshall, his record as a lawyer, his writings, his drinking, the women he slept with, and his family came under the intense scrutiny of FBI and Senate investigations. Sen. Robert Byrd, Democrat of West Virginia, wrote to FBI director J. Edgar Hoover, asking if there was information about Marshall's ties to Communists. Another senator focused on uncovering evidence that Marshall hated whites; other senators loaded up on detailed legal questions, hoping to reveal gaps in Marshall's knowledge of the law that would disqualify him for the high court. But the larger topics for Marshall's opponents were still left unanswered: Who was this man? How did a black man so despised by millions of segregationists rise past Jim Crow political power to become a federal judge, the first black solicitor general, and finally to stand at the door of the highest station of American law, the Supreme Court? Simply put, where did this Negro come from? (C) 1998 Juan Williams All rights reserved. ISBN: 0-8129-2028-7
During college Marshall joined the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity, participated in literary and debating societies, and founded a Democratic Club.  He secured a position on the staff of the college newspaper, the Geyser , and began writing political columns defending Democratic policies. In 1872 he wrote an unfavorable column about a female lecturer at the school, accusing her of "seeking liberties" with the young boys in their boarding house. She hired lawyer Lew Wallace , the author of Ben-Hur , and filed a suit demanding that Marshall pay her $20,000 for libel .  Marshall traveled to Indianapolis in search of a defense lawyer and employed future United States President Benjamin Harrison , then a prominent lawyer in the area. Harrison had the suit dropped by showing that the charges made by Marshall were probably true. In Marshall's memoir, he wrote that when he approached Harrison to pay his bill, his lawyer informed him that he would not charge him for the service, but instead gave him a lecture on ethics.  
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