I don’t usually break out my
laptop on flights. After many years of being in grad school, the opportunity to
read and relax on a flight is a luxury I do not often pass up. But, after the
experience I just had, I had no choice but to break out the computer. There is
too much swirling in my head, and I need to write it down.
As I type, I am sitting on
the aisle seat in a mostly full flight, on my way home from Thanksgiving with
my family. The window and middle seat are filled with two young women, both
perhaps in their 20s, and they instantly bonded over a similar life philosophy.
One has the “om” symbol on her backpack, prompted the other to ask about it,
and to show her tattoo, which is of a similar symbol etched onto the inside of
her right wrist.
She said that the image
depicts the god who raises the sun every day. She got the tattoo after going
through a severe depression, and the image reminds her that every day, no
matter what, the sun will rise again. The two of them bonded quickly, and now
their pleasant chatter is actually quite nice to listen to as I work to
organize my thoughts.
I love to travel, and tonight
in particular, for no real specific reason, I was reflecting as to why as I sat
on the shuttle bus from the rental car drop off facility to the departure
terminal. I was thinking about how, no matter what, regardless of the steps I
take to protect my belongings from pickpockets, regardless of the way, as a
single woman traveling alone, I must always be vigilant, I know that, mostly,
people are good. The man on the shuttle who made room so I could sit down on
the ride to the terminal showed me this. The nice lady in the metro in Paris
who saw my frustration as I struggled with the turnstiles in an unfamiliar
country reminds me of this. The sweet older lady in Japan who ran outside in
the rain to thrust her umbrella at me as I walked down the street, caught in an
unexpected downpour, expecting nothing in return, not even the return of her
umbrella, reminded me of this, too.
Mostly, people are good.
Mostly, people will try to
help you when they can.
Tonight, I got to the airport
a bit earlier than I normally would, due to it being the Sunday of a holiday
weekend, and having to return a rental car. I ended up not even needing the
extra time, but I was happy to have it nonetheless.
I made it through security
quickly, and stood at a bench just on the inside of the terminal, checking my
phone. I had a number of text messages from friends that I wanted to return. I
was in no hurry, so after I shoved my jacket into my duffel bag, I stood there,
tap-tap-tapping away on my phone.
An older man with gray hair
and a beard, who looked not unlike Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting, stood
on the other side of the row of chairs. “You text awfully fast with just one
finger!” he said. This is not the first time people have marveled at my texting
skills. “Usually, people text with their two thumbs,” he said. I told him that
I couldn’t text that way, I make too many mistakes. One finger worked better.
“There seems to be a divide,”
he said. “People under the age of 35 tend to use one finger, whereas people
older than that tend to use their thumbs. You are clearly under the age of 35,
so you must be the anomaly.”
“Ah, but I am not under 35,”
I said. “But, thank you for the compliment!” I was actually pleased by this. I
haven’t been mistaken for younger than my age in some time.
I’m not sure how, but we kept
chatting. I wish I could remember how we ended up talking about the recent
presidential election. Or how I ended up looking at pictures of his
sister-in-law’s puppy on his ipad. Or how I learned that when law suits have
punitive damages awarded in the billions of dollars, that may actually be not
only unreasonable but also unconstitutional.
“My name is Hank,” he said,
hand outstretched. What the hell. “I’m Marie,” I told him.
“What time is your flight,
Marie? Do you want to grab something to eat?”
I told him that I had actually had dinner with my mom just before heading to
the airport, but that I would be happy to keep him company while he ate. My
flight didn’t start boarding for an hour and a half. Why not?
Hank is a partner in a law
firm in Boston, and has been for some time. He represents big chemical
companies – the Exxon Valdeez? He was involved in that case.
Once a year he teaches
appellate law at Harvard, his law school alma mater. One of his students back
in the day was Ted Cruz. Hank knew even then that Cruz was whip smart and
unkind.
He also taught Nelson’s
Mandela’s daughter, whom he admired very much. He said she was quite poised,
intelligent, well spoken, and above all, kind. He said that her father would be
very proud of what she does for a living now, working to bring corporate businesses
to South Africa.
I learned a bit about of some
of the cases Hank has worked on over the years. I am embarrassed to say just
how naïve I have been about a lot of what goes on in our legal system. One
young boy was huffing in the garage, dropped the can near the gas hot water
heater, blew up the garage, and most of himself. The family was awarded
millions from the gas company.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “The
kid was doing a stupid kid thing and yet his family got millions of dollars
from a company that wasn’t even at fault?”
“Happens all the time,” Hank
said.
Another company hired an
unlicensed contractor to lay gas line in their store in a shopping center. The
work was shoddy. The store exploded. Hank even showed me video of the explosion,
caught on camera by the fire truck that had responded to the scene. The gas
company was sued, despite not doing a damn thing wrong.
“I always thought that many
lawsuits were honest disagreements, or accusations of genuine wrong doing and
the truth needed to come out,” I said. “I had no idea so much of our legal
system is tied up with plain old fraud.”
“Oh, yes,” Hank said. Part of
his job, with his physics background, is solving the puzzle of each case, to
determine the science, and whether or not what was accused of happening was
even physically possible.
In his spare time, Hank is a
political activist with the Democratic Party. We talked about the recent
election. He was not the slightest bit surprised at the result.
“What did Hillary in?” I
asked. For one thing, he explained, she should have gotten out ahead of the
emails. She should have handed over the whole darn thing two years ago, and
buried the news story at Christmas 2014. Just gotten it done. She didn’t get
ahead of it when she should have, and it kept coming back to bite her.
On top of that, the country
is still very white, and there are many people who are not ready for marriage
equality or gay rights. While Obama coming out in favor of marriage equality
may have been morally correct, Hank surmised, the result is that is so much of
America wasn’t ready for it, and they’re retaliating now, with their vote.
After all, Hank said, “’Make
America Great Again,’ really means ‘Make America White Again,’” and that
mentality is shared with people who are not comfortable with gay rights.
I asked what he thinks will
happen in the first few years of the election. He said the biggest question
right now is who will be Secretary of State. The prospect of who that could be
scares him. He is as scared as I am about what will happen next to our economy.
Said that he believes 100,000 Muslims will be deported.
“The deportation will really
happen?” I asked?
Hank nodded his head somberly.
He also believes that Trump
doesn’t have the first clue what he’s doing. Early on in the election process,
someone said to him that it will cost about $75million to run for president, to
which Trump responded, “So, about the cost of a yacht?”
In other words, no big deal.
Trump just bought himself a yacht, and a job that puts him in way over his
head.
In the meantime, as a passion
project, Hank is on the team for the ACLU that will prosecute Trump. When the
ACLU says they are watching him, they mean it. People like Hank, who actually
know something about constitutional law, are ready.
Hank also shared a fun fact
about politics and law making: when politicians want to block policy, they
simply write legislation that violates the law. For example, he knows someone
who was in a position to have to write legislation to bring back the death
penalty in her state. So she wrote it, and made sure what she wrote was
unconstitutional so it wouldn’t pass. In other words, Trump has no idea what is
in store for him. There are so many brilliant people at the ready to take him
on in ways he hasn’t even seen coming.
As we were talking, we were
sitting in an airport restaurant. It was a terrible restaurant, with bad
service and mediocre food. But it was better than standing in line at
McDonald’s, as Hank put it. He ate a seafood salad and drank club soda. I drank
a glass of pinot noir. He told me about the up-and-comers in Massachusetts
democratic politics whom he really sees taking the party by storm for the next
election. He said that the end of an election is a point where there isn’t much
left to be done.
“What’s going to happen is
already in the cards at that point,” I said. Hank nodded.
But getting ready for the
next round is where you can really have some fun and make an impact, he said.
He has an event coming up that he thinks I would enjoy. I think I may have just
been recruited to get political. I am okay with this.
After Hank paid the check, he
walked me to my gate. He gave me his card, and I shared my email address. We
shook hands and wished each other well.
I got in line for my flight,
and boarded the plane, finding one of the few aisle seats left, way in the
back. My two seatmates turned out to be the aforementioned kindred spirits.
They made me smile.
And as the plane took off,
and I took out my laptop to write all of this down, I reminded myself why
travel is so good for my soul.
I didn't have it in me to ride the swings, but I enjoyed watching them. 
Piglets are the cutest.
There will be no playing with the toys! 
I was floored that I could get a freshly steamed lobster and gorgeous ear of corn complete with fresh butter for $13.
