A real hero’s story

postrel.jpgFollowing on this post from a couple of months ago on Virginia Postrel‘s donation of a kidney to a friend, don’t miss Virginia’s inspiring Texas Monthly ($) article on the experience.
Interestingly, the most important part of Virginia’s successful donation was her stubborness in going through with it:

Most important, it turned out, I had the right personality. Donating a kidney isnít, in fact, a matter of just showing up. You have to be pushy. Unless youíre absolutely determined, youíll give up, and nobody will blame youóexcept, of course, the person who needs a kidney. When I went to see my Dallas doctor for preliminary tests, the first thing she said was ìYou know, you can change your mind.î
To me, giving Sally a kidney was a practical, straightforward solution to a serious problem. It was important to her but not really a big deal to me. Until the surgery was scheduledófor Saturday, March 4óand I started telling people about it, I had no idea just how weird I was.
Normal people, I found, have a visceralópun definitely intendedóreaction to the idea of donating an organ. Theyíre revolted. They identify entirely with the donor but not at all with the recipient. They donít compare kidney donation to other risky behavior, like flying a plane or running 31 miles to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back, as my brother did last summer.

What a gal!

Be careful cross-examining Bill Buckley

WilliamFBuckley.jpgWilliam F. Buckley, Jr. tells a good anecdote about the perils of cross-examination in this NRO Online op-ed. In commenting about a New York criminal case involving a potential enhanced sentence because of the defendant’s alleged use of the “N-word” in beating up the victim, Buckley passes along his own experience as a defendant in a case involving his use of an allegedly derogatory word:

Some years ago I was a defendant in a lawsuit brought by a creepy fascistic outfit (they are now out of business), and the question before the jury was whether I and the magazine I edited were racist. The attorney had one weapon to use in making his point, namely that we had published an editorial about Adam Clayton Powell Jr. when he made a terminally wrong move in his defense against federal prosecutors. The editorial we published was titled, “The Jig Is Up for Adam Clayton Powell Jr.?”
On the witness stand I argued that the word “jig” could be used other than as animadversion. The feverish lawyer grabbed a book from his table and slammed it down on the arm of my chair. “Have you ever heard of a dictionary?” he asked scornfully, as if he had put the smoking gun in my lap. I examined the American Heritage College Dictionary and said yes, I was familiar with it.
“In fact,” I was able to say, opening the book, “I wrote the introduction to this edition.”
That was the high moment of my forensic life. And, of course, the dictionary establishes that the word ìjigî can be used harmlessly.