Censorship such as advocated by this paper’s editorial on Sept. 10 ("Disruptive behavior: Don’t act like ‘The Jerry Springer Show’ in the people’s house") boils my blood, and when I err — as I will while I breathe — I shall always lean toward Voltaire*: I disagree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.

After confirmation, a Supreme Court justice descends into a near monk-like lifestyle: isolated and insulated from normal humans.

Confirmation hearings are the last chance for real folk to be heard and scene [sic.] by a justice.

Each justice should carry this last taste of that thin thread by which every government hangs, to those moments when pen reaches paper and an opinion is about to be rendered that changes multitudes of lives and fortunes, and remind herself of the chairs flying and grist grinding, and blood boiling and feel the walls trembling.

Criticism of protesters whose words are muffled and lost as they throw their bodies at a government? Never! The Senate staff deserves humble but firm commendations for allowing blood to boil in the Senate chambers. Far better than blood to run down the streets.

William B. Maxwell

Enid

*(fake news)

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