I am a lawyer, like everyone else I know, except for most of my clients who hold real jobs. Rather I should say, 'held real jobs', because when you come to see me, it is usually because you have lost your job or soon will. I am the white great-great grandson of a slave-owning Confederate private. 

 I am the white great-great grandson of a slave-owning Confederate private. I attended superb Southern schools that were segregated. My parents belonged to restricted clubs. I entered college and law school with lesser qualifications than women applicants who were denied admission. I got my first job because of whom I knew, or rather whom my parents were. I never complained about any of this. In short and in truth, everything that can be given by birthright to a person has been given to me, whether I deserved it or not. 

Despite the accident of my birth, I try cases in the federal courts for individuals who struggle by reason of the accident of their birth or circumstance for the right to earn a living without being judged on any basis but their innate qualities as human beings.