We haven’t always been kind to Justice Scalia in these pages. But not exactly unkind, either.
Ultimately, the mighty fall. Just like the less mighty. He was 79 and not the least bit addled, plying his trade at the highest levels right up to the end. That’s a good way for a man of substance to go, and say what you will Antonin Scalia was without a doubt a man of substance.
He died in Texas. That seems significant somehow, though we don’t know why at the moment.
Whether he will be known posthumously for his constitutional originalism or for something else we can’t say. He was certainly a prolific contributor to his country, prompting a national conversation that has changed it considerably, often in good ways.
No, we didn’t always – or even often – agree with him. But standing over everything, and all our differences, is the common mortality he, and we, and everyone else shares. And we may have shared more than that: after all, he was one of Georgetown’s finest sons, a prominent defender of the faith, and with nine children and apparently numerous grandchildren, his professional attainments are not his only, and perhaps not even his most important, contribution.
REQUIEM aeternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei. Requiescat in pace. Amen.