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A moment of wistful memory

Flying home from Austin after Thanksgiving, I was once again reminded of Barbara Jordan, as the main terminal is named for her. From that, I am reminded of something she said many years ago, ever so eloquently, at a previous time of Executive over-reaching:

My faith in the Constitution is whole;
it is complete;
it is total.

And I am not going to sit here and be an idle spectator
to the diminution,
the subversion,
the destruction,
of the Constitution.

So where is our Barbara Jordan today?