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and it's been great. Although it doesn't compare with the massively oppressive burden of dealing with racism every day of your life, I have a sense of how they feel and why that doctor got tears in his eyes. As a female lawyer, I was 46 years old before I had occasion to argue a case before a female judge. I was so surprised at the overwhelming feeling of freedom that I had, and struggled with tears in my eyes. The "freedom" was that for the first time in a courtroom I felt I was making a purely intellectual and professional argument to a judge who was not perceiving me through an additional lens of being of the opposite sex. The male judges in our county were a very mixed bag - usually with very big egos, and especially the older ones with definite ideas about how female attorneys should dress, talk, move, etc. The women lawyers would trade information on the judges re how they reacted to women. Many of the male judges were insulted by women who were pants suits, even in the dead of winter. Some of them flirted. The older ones had not gone to law school with women and were used to women only as secretaries or clerks.
I was at one "call of the list" in one of those backward Pennsylvania counties such as John Murtha accurately if unwisely described as prejudiced and uneducated. There were over 100 lawyers there as the presiding judge called out the names of cases, and all the lawyers involved in each case. The lawyers had to stand as their names were called and tell the judge if they were ready for trial, or if they needed a specific amount of time for further discovery, pretrial motions, etc. There were just 3 or 4 women there. The first time a woman's name was called, and she stood up, the asshole judge looked her up and down and asked her in a very insulting tone if she was a paralegal. She replied that she was a lawyer. He then demanded she state for the record her state attorney license number. Prior to that he'd spoken with at least 30 male lawyers and none of them were asked for such documentation. When he got to my case, there was a bit of a hush, because my client was General Motors - a far bigger party than any involved in any of the other cases, and one which had sent in an attorney (me) from the "big city" to their little one-horse county seat. Everyone was looking around to see who GM's atty. was. I stood up and in my loudest courtroom voice, boomed out my name, and then "General Motors is ready for trial." I looked that bastard right in the eye and he didn't dare ask me for my attorney's license number. I would have loved to have said, "Tell me, your HONOR, is it a local rule of court that only FEMALE attorneys have to recite their license number?" However, that would have really damaged my client's treatment by that court, so I kept my mouth shut.
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