In “Jurassic Park” the lawyer character was eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex while sitting on a toilet in an out house. In the theatre where I saw the movie, everybody cheered.
Isn’t there something about this scenario that bothers you? In our hearts we find room for so many different ideologies, ethnicities, ways of thinking and being. Hell, last year Tom Cruise played a sympathetic Nazi, ferchristsakes. But lawyers? No, not lawyers. Those folks be dinosaur bait. When bad things happen to them we laugh, we cheer, we run around the room and do the antler dance. We wait with barely restrained glee for terrible events to befall lawyers everywhere they may appear in pop culture, whether it be movies, books, theatre, comic books or bubble gum cards.
But what exactly is their crime? Why the intensely focused cultural hatred toward our advocationary class?
I submit that we are actually engaged in a collective act of deflected self-hatred. We use lawyers to do our dirty work, and then we blame them. Heaven forbid we should blame ourselves. Particularly in America, where lawsuits are only slightly more common than bathroom breaks.
We sue each other in our courts of law, and then go out for drinks together afterward. When questioned, we shrug our shoulders ruefully and say “well, you know, those lawyers.” It’s no wonder they are paid so well. They are our ethical buffers, cleaning up the Stygian stables of our collective litigious excess and then conveniently taking the blame.
Not to put too fine a point on it, lawyers are our moral sanitation workers.