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Judging Thomas : the life and times of Clarence Thomas
Foskett, Ken, 1961-
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New York : Morrow, [2004]

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xi, 339 pages, 8 unnumbered pages of plates : illustrations ; 24 cm
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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 American law for decades to come. Who is this enigmatic man?
And what does he believe in?

Judging Thomas tells the remarkable story of Clarence Thomas's improbable journey from hardscrabble beginnings in the segregated South to the loftiest court in the land. Driven by his grandfather's relentless demand that he counter racial injustice with hard work and accomplishment, Thomas has waged an often lonely fifty-year campaign to forge his own American identity against others' expectations of who he should be.

With objectivity and balance, author Ken Foskett chronicles Thomas's contempt for upper-crust blacks who snubbed his uneducated, working-class roots; his flirtation with the priesthood and later Black Power; the resentment that fueled his opposition to affirmative action; the conservative beliefs that ultimately led him to the Supreme Court steps; and the inner resilience that propelled him through the doors.

Based on interviews with Thomas himself, fellow justices, family members, and hundreds of friends and associates, Judging Thomas skillfully unravels perhaps the most complex, controversial,and powerful public figure in America today. Foskett reveals that beneath the silent, often brooding exterior is a man of depth, empathy, and wit, but one still deeply scarred by his humiliating Supreme Court confirmation.

Judging Thomas is a seminal biography of the youngest and most recognizable justice, and the man who may succeed William H. Rehnquist to become the nation's first black chief justice.

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Booklist Review

Political journalist Foskett offers an examination of controversial Supreme Court Justice Thomas through the context of historical forces that have shaped this enigmatic man. Based on interviews with Thomas, his family, friends, teachers, and Supreme Court colleagues, Foskett's book explores the seeming contradictions of virulent opposition to affirmative action by a man who has personally benefited from considerations of race aimed at correcting past discrimination. Aiming past the well-known background--childhood in poverty-stricken rural Georgia, raised by a strict grandfather and schooled by strict Catholic nuns before receiving an Ivy League education--Foskett explores the underlying questions that plagued Thomas regarding the stigma of race and assumptions of unworthiness. Subjected to both extremes of race considerations, from soul-killing segregation to elevation to the Supreme Court under the suspect political motivations of his white sponsors, Thomas expresses a desire to help blacks overcome discrimination but fails to provide suggestions for how to replace affirmative action. The contradictions within Thomas' complex personality are fully on display in this absorbing biography, but readers are likely to remain mystified. --Vernon Ford Copyright 2004 Booklist

Publisher's Weekly Review

This in-depth look at the life of Clarence Thomas, who has kept a low public profile for over a decade, is a refreshing change. Foskett, a journalist for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, focuses on Thomas's growth-from his upbringing at the hands of a strict grandfather through his time at Yale Law School and his eventual, albeit controversial, ascension to the Supreme Court. Relying on a mixture of secondary sources and oral interviews, Foskett delves into Thomas's intellectual development, from a flirtation with black power in college to his embrace of the natural law philosophy that dictates his strict reading of the Constitution. While Foskett leaves no stone unturned in detailing Thomas's history, he occasionally is less effective at connecting the dots: is there a connection between Thomas's strict upbringing, his attendance at religious schools and his hard-line judicial philosophy? Foskett is occasionally critical of Thomas (he notes a scandal that dogged Thomas when he headed the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission), but mainly argues that Thomas's legal mind has been unfairly criticized because he's a black conservative. Foskett's conclusion that Thomas was likely more truthful at his Senate confirmation hearings than Anita Hill will be a turnoff to some. But those able to suspend political judgment will learn a lot about the court's most controversial justice. (Aug.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved



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. Excerpted from Judging Thomas: The Life and Times of Clarence Thomas by Ken Foskett All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.