They’re back and, as usual, the return to active duty of the United States Supreme Court reminds me of the first paragraphs of Dickens’ Bleak House.
“. . . Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets, as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth . . .Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, amoung green aits and meadows; fog down the river . . . The raw afternoon is the rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation: Temple Bar. And hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln’s Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.
Never can there come fog too thick, never can there come mud and mire too deep, to assort with the groping and floundering condition with which this High Court of Chancery, most pestilent of hoary sinners, holds, this day, in the sight of heaven and earth.”
Just change the month and the name of the court and you get a feel for the sense of dread that begins each year at this time as the United States Supreme Court gets ready to do the corporations’ business.
But, first up, this year is the First Amendment and even the Roberts Court is hesitant to mess with that. And, as common with First Amendment cases, the speech at issue was odious. The little, tiny, Phelps “church” of Topeka, Kansas, the members of which appear to consist of exactly one extended family, arranged for seven of the family to protest at the funeral of a Marine killed in Iraq. He was killed, according to these alleged Christians, because the United States is soft on homosexuality.
If that makes no sense to you, you are sane.
Anyway, the father of the dead Marine, Albert Snyder, sued the Phelps family church for intentional infliction of emotional distress, a tort that requires outrageous conduct. The “church” members had picketed his son’s funeral carrying obnoxious signs and later posted on their website an “epic” which accused the Snyders of raising their son “for the devil.” Keep in mind that their son was not homosexual, but because we’re soft on gays in this country, the Snyders were in league with the Devil when they raised their son and that’s why he got killed. Then there were the signs: “Thank God for Dead Soldiers,” “You’re Going to Hell,” and “God Hates Fags”.
To call such ideas stupid is to give them a dignity to which they are not entitled. The news media have competed , trying to find an appropriate word: “odious”, “contemptibile”, “disgusting”, are a few I’ve read, but stupid fits better.
The Father won at trial but a federal appellate court took his jury verdict away from him, determining that the First Amendment protected the speech of the church members. For reasons that mystified most observers, the Supreme Court accepted the case and heard oral argument this week.
The oral argument was a sorry affair, primarily due to the inexperienced advocates for both sides. One perceptive observer said it reminded him of the 1945 World Series when both teams were so depleted by WWII that sportswriter Warren Brown said, “I don’t think either one of them can win it.” Worse, the daughter of the church’s founder and patriarch argued for the church. It’s never a good idea for a lawyer that close to a case to handle it. If your spouse is a brain surgeon and you have a brain tumor, it’s probably best for her not to do the surgery. So too with lawyers.
Look for the Court to affirm the “church’s” victory. Nothing in the First Amendment’s free speech clause exempts from its coverage political speech at a funeral.
Nor does it outlaw stupid speech.
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The link above is to the blog of Garrett Epps. If you have time to regularly read only one blog about legal affairs, read his; skip mine.