Here cometh Justice Scalia, that brilliant misogynistic father of an astonishing number of offspring, a Catholic-too-far, friend of Opus Dei, king of the hill.
There’s a great deal to admire about a man of such stature: a good husband, a loving and supportive father I’m sure, a famous wit, a lover of opera and best friend of Justice Ginsberg – a solid citizen in every way. He worked hard to learn the law and became one of the best 19th Century constitutional minds in the country and he is a disaster on the Supreme Court of America in 2o11.
Oh – did I say he is, all too often, a genuine misogynist? Yeah, I did. But can’t say that enough.
But I’ve never heard him actually go this far before!
(He thinks anti-discrimination is not a constitutional matter, that it’s better that fickle legislatures take care of little things like equal rights – according to however those legislators might be feeling or moved in any cultural moment. State by State. He believes that only male rights (white male I’ll assume) are actually embedded in the Constitution and all those pesky Amendments weren’t necessary.)
The man himself speaks: “In 1868, when the 39th Congress was debating and ultimately proposing the 14th Amendment, I don’t think anybody would have thought that equal protection applied to sex discrimination, or certainly not to sexual orientation . . . “
*child’s poem, here.