As a carefree teenager attending the Belgian Overseas High School in Kigali, Rwanda, becoming a U.S. citizen could not have been further from my mind. On my way to the sports complex one sunny afternoon, walking past the various embassies, I stopped to look at the bulletin board displays. The Chinese Embassy showcased some ponderous public works project involving massive number of workers and the Russian Embassy touted a giant industrial steelworks plant in progress.

An article on display in front of the
U.S. Embassy described a Supreme Court decision granting one individual redress from some complaint against a large defense contractor.

The thought that the mightiest power on Earth would array the full power of its government to adjust its legislative decisions, enforced by its executive branch under the watchful eye of its judicial system, to bend any powerful entity to respect an individual citizen weaved its way into the very recesses of my soul.

As I commute to work and back
listening to Nina Totenberg on NPR describe the finer points of our -my- Supreme Court dialogue, tears come to my eyes easily.

 Thank you, thank you all.