I sat at the Dean's office, peeling the skin around my nails until they were bleeding, shaking my right knee nervously, and biting my lip to stop my self from throwing up. The tirade was relentless. I can't remember what else he said. He was evil incarnate, sitting in a wheelchair, spewing venom... The words that i do remember have managed to etch themselves in every nook and cranny of my brain and have repeated themselves in my head a million times since that fateful Spring day in 1989. Every time I came face to face with a challenge and i thought i was going to lose, every time i prevailed and survived; every time i got knocked out of the game, and pulled myself up by the bootstraps and got back in the game, in my head, in my mind, in the deepest crevices of my fears, i came face to face with the words of Dean Gordon Schaber.
"Can't you read the writing on the wall? Can't you see the law is not for you?"
How could a wheelchair bound old man facing death be so heartless?? "YOU'LL NEVER PASS THE BAR... no one will ever give YOU a job". He hissed like a snake with spit flying all over the room.
And thus, this is how, Dean Gordon Schaber of McGeorge School of Law, in the spring of 1989 told me to get the fuck out of McGeorge Law School and move on with my life, because in his esteemed mind, i was NEVER going to pass the Bar, i was never going to become a lawyer, and no one was ever going to give me a job. A month before the end of my second year, discouraged, kicked down and beaten to the ground, bloodied up and humiliated like a rape victim on the side of the road, suicidal and heavily loaded up by student debt, i dropped out of McGeorge School of Law.
Twenty-five years have passed. You see, Dean Gordon Schaber, I went back to law school at night while i worked at the Los Angeles County District Attorney's Office. You see, you sexist racist piece of whatever, in my darkest hour, Justice Bernard Jefferson, the first black man to graduate Harvard Law School and the author of the Evidence Benchbook, lifted me from the ground, shook the dirt off of me, wrapped me up in a security blanket, and gave me the courage to overcome my obstacles.
You see, I did pass the bar. I did become an attorney. and you know what? i don't need anyone to give me a job, I GIVE jobs. And over the last 25 years, hundreds of chapters have written themselves. I have touched thousands of lives, and in the process of going through victory and defeat with my clients, i have been forged like iron, sharpened, polished and hardened.
So why take the pen, and regurgitate the most painful part of my past? why today? why now? Why look back when i am now flying like an Eagle, the wingspan of my practice spreading itself from Coast to Coast? You see Dean Gordon Schaber... while you were like the black hole and represented nothing but evil ... I, on the other hand, have become the candle that lights a thousand other candles. Someday, perhaps a lot sooner than later, i will finally write my stories... but for now, i sit at my desk, staring at an envelope that just arrived, with a hundred Thank You notes from a local high school.
And all i did was to stand in front of them... look them in the eye and say: "Don't let anyone EVER stand in front of YOUR dreams. Don't EVER turn your back on YOURself. and To Thine Ownself Be True"...
You see, Dean Gordon Schaber, you tried to beat me to the ground, because you were a beaten man, and while you were sinking deeper into the hell that has now become your eternal resting place, I, on the other hand, elevate and empower those i touch, and raise them to the arches of the heavens.
CDAK, Uncollected Writings.
Lines, Rhymes and Internal Monologues: 2014
November 11, 2014
Alaleh Kamran, Attorney at Law
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