by Troy Foster
Is there a statute of limitations on this, I hope? Anyway, here goes. When I was in Washington, they released the
papers of deceased (and first Black) Justice Thurgood Marshall. When they say “release,” they mean that they
are under lock and key at the Library of Congress. Only Members of Congress and their staffs
could go sneak a peek – for the first few months. So a friend and I took advantage. It was pretty interesting.
As we left, the alarms beeped.
We looked around. Nope, didn’t
have anything. The library staffer
looked, and thanked us for stopping. I
was annoyed. That night, I unpacked my
book bag that I took with me to work. In
it, I found a two-inch stack of Justice Marshall’s handwritten notes. What?
Of course, only the handwritten ones.
Perfect.
Without sleeping all night, my mission returning them began
early. I had thought of what I’d say,
how I’d apologize, and planned it out.
Hoping not to get arrested. I
walked into the Library, signed in, and saw the papers in the same station
where I left them – with no one there. I
sat down and unloaded them. Then
realized this was covert – so had to stay a bit pretending to read them. One of the more nerve wracking, yet silly
experiences in my life.
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