They settled on a man named Ron Fisk, a lawyer unknown outside of his small town of Brookhaven, Mississippi, an hour south of Jackson, two hours west of Hattiesburg, and fifty miles north of the Louisiana state line. He was selected from a pool of similar resumes, though none of those considered had the slightest hint that their names and backgrounds were being so carefully evaluated. Young white male, one marriage, three children, reasonably handsome, reasonably well dressed, conservative, devout1 Baptist, Ole Miss law school, no ethical2 glitches3 in the law career, not a hint of criminal trouble beyond a speeding ticket, no affiliation4 with any trial lawyer group, no controversial cases, no experience whatsoever5 on the bench.
There was no reason anyone outside of Brookhaven would ever have heard the name of Ron Fisk, and that was exactly what made him their ideal candidate. They picked Fisk because he was just old enough to cross their low threshold of legal experience, but still young enough to have ambitions.
He was thirty-nine years old, a junior partner in a five-man firm that specialized7 in defending lawsuits8 involving car wrecks9, arson10, injured 106 workers, and a myriad11 of other routine liability claims. The firm's clients were insurance companies who paid by the hour, thus allowing the five partners to earn comfortable but not lucrative12 salaries. As a junior partner, Fisk made $92,000 the year before. A far cry from Wall Street but not bad money in small-town Mississippi.
A supreme13 court justice was currently earning $110,000.
Fisk's wife, Doreen, earned $41,000 as the assistant director of a privately14 owned mental health clinic. Everything was mortgaged-home, both cars, even some furniture.
But the Fisks had a perfect credit rating. They vacationed once a year with their children in Florida, where they rented a condo in a high-rise for a thousand bucks15 a week. There were no trust funds and nothing significant to be expected from their parents' estates.
The Fisks were squeaky-clean. There was nothing to dig up in the heat of a nasty campaign. Absolutely nothing, they were certain of that.
Tony Zachary entered the building at five minutes before 2:00 p.m. and stated his business. "I have an appointment with Mr. Fisk," he said politely, and a secretary disappeared. As he waited, he examined the place. Sagging16 bookshelves laden17 with dusty tomes. Worn carpet. The musty smell of a fine old building in need of some work. A door opened, and a handsome young man stuck out a hand. "Mr. Zachary, Ron Fisk," he said warmly, as he probably did to all new clients.
"A pleasure.”
"This is my office," Fisk said, sweeping18 his hand at the door. They walked through it, closed it, then settled around a large busy desk. Zachary declined coffee, water, a soda19. "I'm fine, thanks," he said.
Fisk had his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, as if he'd been performing manual labor20. Zachary liked the image immediately. Nice teeth, just a touch of gray above the ears, strong chin. This guy was definitely marketable.
They played Who-do-you-know? for a few minutes, with Zachary claiming to be a longtime resident of Jackson, where he'd spent most of his career in government relations, whatever that meant. Since he knew that Fisk had no history of political involvement, he had little fear of being exposed. In truth, he'd lived in Jackson less than three years and until very recently had worked as a lobbyist for an association of asphalt contractors21. There was a state senator from Brookhaven they both knew, and they chatted about him for a few minutes, anything to pass the time.
When things were comfortable, Zachary said, "Let me apologize, I'm really not a new client. I'm here on some much more important business.”
Fisk frowned and nodded. Keep talking, sir.
"Have you ever heard of a group called Judicial22 Vision?”
"No.”
Few people had. In the murky23 world of lobbying and consulting, Judicial Vision was a newcomer.
Zachary moved on. "I'm the executive director for the state of Mississippi. It's a national group. Our sole purpose is to elect quality people to the appellate courts.
By quality, I mean conservative, business oriented, temperate24, highly moral, intelligent, and ambitious young judges who can literally25, Mr. Fisk, and this is the core of what we believe, change the judicial landscape of this country. And if we can do that, then we can protect the rights of the unborn, restrict the cultural garbage that is consumed by our children, honor the sanctity of marriage, keep homosexuals out of our classrooms, fight off the gun-control advocates, seal our borders, and protect the true American way of life.”
Both took a deep breath.
Fisk wasn't sure where he fit into this raging war, but his pulse was definitely up ten beats per minute. "Yes, well, sounds like an interesting group," he said.
"We're committed," Zachary said firmly. "And we're also determined26 to bring sanity27 back to our civil litigation system. Runaway28 verdicts and hungry trial lawyers are robbing us of economic advancement29. We're scaring companies away from Mississippi, not attracting them.”
"There's no doubt about that," Fisk said, and Zachary wanted to shout for joy.
"You see all the frivolous30 stuff they file. We work hand in hand with the national tort-reform groups.”
"That's good. And why are you in Brookhaven?”
"Are you politically ambitious, Mr. Fisk? Ever thought about tossing your hat in the ring for elective office?”
"Not really.”
"Well, we've done our research, and we think you'd be an excellent candidate for the supreme court.”
Fisk instinctively31 laughed at such foolishness, but it was the sort of nervous laugh that leads you to believe that whatever is supposed to be humorous is really not.
It's serious. It can be pursued.
"Research?" he said.
"Oh yes. We spend a lot of time looking for candidates who (a) we like and (b) can win. We study the opponents, the races, the demographics, the politics, everything, really. Our data bank is unmatched, as is our ability to generate serious funds.
Care to hear more?”
Fisk kicked back in his reclining rocker, put his feet on his desk and his hands behind his head, and said, "Sure. Tell me why you're here.”
"I'm here to recruit you to run against Justice Sheila McCarthy this November in the southern district of Mississippi," he announced confidently. "She is very beatable.
We don't like her or her record. We have analyzed32 every decision she's made in her nine years on the bench, and we think she's a raging liberal who manages to hide her true colors, most of the time. Do you know her?”
Fisk was almost afraid to say yes. "We met once, just in passing. I don't really know her.”
Actually, according to their research, Justice McCarthy had participated in three rulings in cases involving Ron Fisk's law firm, and each time she had ruled the other way. Fisk had argued one of the cases, a hotly disputed arson mess involving a warehouse33.
His client lost on a 5-to-4 vote. It was quite likely that he had little use for Mississippi's only female justice.
"She is very vulnerable," Zachary said.
"What makes you think I can beat her?”
"Because you are a clean-cut conservative who believes in family values. Because of our expertise34 in running blitzkrieg campaigns. Because we have the money.”
"We do?”
"Oh yes. Unlimited35. We partner with some powerful people, Mr. Fisk.”
"Please call me Ron.”
It'll be Ronny Boy before you know it. "Yes, Ron, we coordinate36 the fund-raising with groups that represent banks, insurance companies, energy companies, big business, I'm talking serious cash here, Ron. Then we expand the umbrella to include the groups that are dearest to us-the conservative Christian37 folks, who, by the way, can produce huge sums of money in the heat of a campaign. Plus, they turn out the vote.”
"You make it sound easy.”
"It's never easy, Ron, but we seldom lose. We've honed our skills in a dozen or so races around the country, and we're making a habit of pulling off victories that surprise a lot of people.”
"I've never sat on the bench.”
"We know that, and that's why we like you. Sitting judges make tough decisions. Tough decisions are sometimes controversial. They leave trails, records that opponents can use against them. The best candidates, we have learned, are bright young guys like yourself who don't carry the baggage of prior decisions.”
Inexperience had never sounded so good.
There was a long pause as Fisk tried to gather his thoughts. Zachary stood and walked to the Wall of Respect, this one covered in diplomas, Rotary38 Club citations39, golfing photos, and lots of candid6 shots of the family. Lovely wife Doreen. Ten-year-old Josh in a baseball uniform. Seven-year-old Zeke with a fish almost as big as himself.
Five-year-old Clarissa dressed for soccer. "Beautiful family," Zachary said, as if he knew nothing about them.
"Thanks," Fisk said, truly beaming.
"Gorgeous kids.”
"Good genes40 from their mother.”
"First wife?" Zachary asked, offhanded41 and innocent.
"Oh yes. Met her in college.”
Zachary knew that, and much more. He returned to his seat and resumed his position.
"I haven't checked recently," Fisk said, somewhat awkwardly, "but what does the job pay now?”
"One ten," Tony said and suppressed a smile. He was making more progress than he realized.
Fisk grimaced42 slightly as if he couldn't afford such a drastic cut in pay. His mind was racing43, though, dizzy with the possibilities. "So you're recruiting candidates for the supreme court," he said, almost in a daze44.
"Not for every seat. We have some good judges here, and we'll support them if they draw opponents. But McCarthy has got to go. She is a feminist45 who's soft on crime.
We're going to take her out. I hope it's with you.
"And if I say no?”
"Then we'll go to the next name on our list. You're number one.”
Fisk shook his head, bewildered. "I don't know," he said. "It would be hard to leave my firm.”
But at least he was thinking about leaving the firm. The bait was in the water, and the fish was watching it. Zachary nodded in agreement. Completely sympathetic. The firm was a collection of worn-out paper pushers who spent their time deposing46 drunk drivers and settling fender benders the day before trial. For fourteen years, Fisk had been doing the same thing over and over. Each file was the same.
They took a booth in a pastry47 shop and ordered ice cream sundaes. "What is a blitzkrieg campaign?" Fisk asked. They were alone. All other booths were empty.
"It's basically an ambush," Zachary replied, warming up to his favorite subject.
"Right now Judge McCarthy has no idea she has an opponent. She's thinking, hoping, actually confident, that no one will challenge her. She has six thousand bucks in her campaign account, and she won't raise another dime48 if she doesn't have to. Let's say you decide to run. The qualifying deadline is four months away, and we'll wait until the last minute to announce your candidacy. However, we get busy right now. We put your team together. We get the money in the bank. We print all the yard signs, bumper49 stickers, brochures, direct mail materials. We cut your television ads, hire the consultants50, pollsters, and the like. When you announce, we flood the district with direct mail. The first wave is the friendly stuff-you, your family, your minister, Rotary Club, Boy Scouts51. The second wave is a hard but honest look at her record. You start campaigning like a madman. Ten speeches a day, every day, all over the district. We'll buzz you around in private planes. She won't know where to begin. She will be overwhelmed from the first day. On June 30, you'll report a million bucks in your campaign fund. She won't have ten thousand. The trial lawyers will scramble52 and raise some money for her, but it'll be a drop in the bucket. After Labor Day, we start hitting hard with television ads. She's soft on crime. Soft on gays. Soft on guns. Against the death penalty.
She'll never recover.”
The sundaes arrived and they began eating. "How much will this cost?" Fisk asked.
"Three million bucks.”
"Three million bucks! For a supreme court race?”
"Only if you want to win.”
"And you can raise that much money?”
"Judicial Vision already has the commitments. And if we need more, we'll get more.”
Ron took a mouthful of ice cream and, for the first time, asked himself why an organization was willing to spend a fortune to unseat a supreme court justice who had little impact on the social issues of the day. The Mississippi courts rarely were drawn53 into cases involving abortion54, gay rights, guns, immigration. They dealt with the death penalty all the time, but were never expected to abolish it. The weightier matters were always in federal court.
Perhaps the social issues were important, but something else was at work here. "This is about liability, isn't it?" Fisk asked.
"It's a package, Ron, with several elements. But, yes, limiting liability is a huge priority of our organization and its affiliated55 groups. We're going to find a horse for this race-hope it's you, but if not, then we'll go to the next guy-and when we find our man, we will expect a firm commitment to limit liability in civil litigation.
The trial lawyers must be stopped.”
Doreen brewed56 decaf coffee late that night. The kids were asleep, but the adults definitely were not. Nor would they be anytime soon. Ron had called her from the office after Mr. Zachary left, and since then they had thought of nothing but the supreme court.
Issue number one: They had three young children. Jackson, home of the supreme court, was an hour away, and the family was not leaving Brookhaven. Ron thought he would need to spend only two nights a week in Jackson, at most. He could commute57; it was an easy drive. And he could work from home. Secretly, to him, the idea of getting away from Brookhaven for a couple of nights each week was not altogether unappealing.
Secretly, to her, the idea of having the house to herself occasionally was refreshing58.
Issue number two: The campaign. How could he play politics for the rest of the year while continuing to practice law? His firm would be supportive, he thought, but it would not be easy. But then, nothing worthwhile is without sacrifice.
Issue number three: Money, though this was not a significant concern. The increase in pay was obvious. His net from the law firm's profits rose slightly each year, but no big bonuses were likely. Judicial salaries in Mississippi were increased periodically by the legislature. Plus, the state had a better retirement59 plan and health coverage60.
Issue number four: His career. After fourteen years of doing the same thing, with no break in sight, he found the idea of a sudden career change exhilarating. The mere61 thought of leaving the ranks of thousands to become only one of nine was thrilling. Jumping from the county courthouse to the pinnacle62 of the state's legal system in one boisterous63 somersault was so exciting that it made him laugh. Doreen was not laughing, though she was very amused and engaged.
Issue number five: Failure. What if he lost? In a landslide64? Would they be humiliated65?
This was a humbling66 thought, but he kept repeating what Tony Zachary had said. "Three million bucks will win the race, and we'll get the money.”
Which brought up the rather large issue of who exactly was Tony Zachary, and could they believe him? Ron had spent an hour online tracking down Judicial Vision and Mr. Zachary. Everything looked legitimate67. He called a friend from law school, a career man with the attorney general's office in Jackson, and, without revealing his motives68, nibbled69 around the edges of Judicial Vision. The friend had heard of them, he thought, but didn't know much about them. And besides, he dealt with offshore70 oil rights and stayed away from politics.
Ron had called the Judicial Vision office in Jackson and was routed through a maze71 back to Mr. Zachary's secretary, who informed him that her boss was traveling in south Mississippi. After she hung up, she called Tony and reported the contact.
The Fisks met Tony for lunch the following day at the Dixie Springs Cafe, a small restaurant near a lake ten miles south of Brookhaven, far away from potential eavesdroppers in the town's restaurants.
For the occasion, Zachary adopted a slightly different posture72. Today he was the man with other options. Here's the deal-take it or leave it because my list is long and I have other young white Protestant male lawyers to talk to. He was gentle and perfectly73 charming, especially to Doreen, who began the lunch with suspicion but was soon won over.
At some point during the sleepless74 night, both Mr. and Mrs. Fisk had independently arrived at the same conclusion. Life would be much fuller, much richer in their little town if Lawyer Fisk became Justice Fisk. Their status would be elevated magnificently. No one could touch them, and while they didn't seek power or notoriety, the allure75 was irresistible76.
"What's your principal concern?" Tony asked after fifteen minutes of worthless chatter77.
"Well, it's January," Ron began. "And for the next eleven months I will do little else but plan and execute the campaign. Naturally, I'm worried about my law practice.”
"Here's one solution," Tony said without hesitation78. He had solutions for everything.
“Judicial Vision is a well-coordinated and concerted effort. We have lots of friends and supporters. We can arrange for some legal work to be shifted to your firm. Timber, energy, natural gas, big clients with interests in this part of the state. Your firm might want to add a lawyer or two to handle things while you're busy elsewhere, but that should ease the strain. If you choose to run, you will not suffer financially.
Quite the opposite.”
The Fisks couldn't help but look at each other. Tony buttered a saltine and took a large bite.
"Legitimate clients?" Doreen asked, then wished she'd kept her mouth shut.
Tony frowned as he chewed, then when he could speak he said, rather sternly, "Everything we do, Doreen, is legitimate. We are completely ethical to begin with-our ultimate mission is to clean up the court, not trash it. And everything we do will be scrutinized79. This race will become heated and attract a lot of attention.
We do not stumble.”
Chastised80, she lifted her knife and went for a roll.
Tony continued: "No one can question legitimate legal work and fair fees paid by clients, whether big or small.”
"Of course," Ron said. He was already thinking about the wonderful conversation with his partners as they anticipated this infusion81 of new business.
"I can't see myself as a political wife," Doreen said. "You know, out on the campaign trail giving speeches. I've never even thought about it.”
Tony smiled and exuded82 charm. He even offered a quick laugh.
"You can do as much or as little as you like. With three young children, I would guess that you'll be pretty busy on the home front.”
Over catfish83 and hush84 puppies, they agreed to meet again in a few days when Tony was passing through. They would have another lunch, and a final decision would be made. November was far away, but there was so much work to do.
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