Personal Statement First Drafts
Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 3:50 pm
I wrote two personal statements. The first is for the "why law?," and the second is for "why you will be a good lawyer" type question. Both may need to be shortened a bit, depending on the schools restrictions, and I will add information about the particular schools for them. I have three questions for you all:
Which one is better? (for the schools that would accept either)
Do either just not work and need to be scrapped?
Any parts that need to be completely re-written?
So here goes...Essay 1:
In his celebrated “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” Martin Luther King, Jr. famously wrote, “injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” Having grown up in Birmingham, the numerous historical landmarks of the Civil Rights Era serve as constant reminders of the sacrifices made by men, women, and children like Mr. King, in the pursuit of justice. However, there is one landmark, whose significance is known only to a few, that led me to pursue a career in the field of law. There is no commemorative plaque or organized tour to memorialize the events that occurred within its walls. In fact, most of those who know of its significance try to avoid mentioning it, but it is home to one of the most important events in the civil rights struggle. Mountain Brook Country Club, within a mile of my childhood residence, is where the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing, which left four innocent African-American Sunday school girls dead under a heap of smoldering rubble on September 15, 1963, was planned by local residents.
Mountain Brook Country Club rests in the middle of the rolling hills and towering pines of Birmingham, Alabama’s wealthiest subdivision. The community is known to this day as the “Tiny Kingdom” for its prestigious education system, safe streets, and affluent residents. On the surface, life seems perfect. However, upon closer observation, it is apparent that the injustice written about by Mr. King is still rampant. The Mountain Brook School System boasts countless accolades as one of the top public schools in the nation, although “public” is not truly a fair description. High taxes and the general stigma against “new money” amongst the long-rooted families of Old Mountain Brook have prevented integration and left the community virtually frozen in the 1950s. Both Mountain Brook and Birmingham Country Clubs have been involved in recent legal battles due to their restriction of access to minorities on the basis of being a private organization. My graduating class of 337 students had zero minorities, and most students’ only exposure to diversity is through the bus line that shuttles the neighborhood maids and yardmen to and from their downtown apartments. The injustice seemingly does not exist only because you cannot see it, but a mere ten-minute drive to the crumbling walls of Huffman High or the gang-infested streets of downtown, and you may feel otherwise. Out of sight, out of mind.
Fortunately, my upbringing and childhood experiences have led me to view the situation differently. My father was one of the first attorneys in the city to have an African-American law partner, and although we did have a housekeeper, her son remains one of my closest friends to this day. Yet, my experiences on the soccer field transformed my views on discrimination the most. After playing youth soccer in the Mountain Brook club system, some friends and I left to join the more competitive Vestavia club team. Instead of our previous suburbanite teammates sporting the latest $200 cleats with their overly involved fathers patrolling the sidelines, we now played alongside African-Americans and first-generation Kenyan, Argentinean, and Kosovo-Albanian immigrants with whom I soon developed close friendships.
In my early teens, I was still naïve to the uniqueness of my situation relative to many of my classmates. I would bring my new teammates to all of the local “brookie” hangouts and not even notice some of the backwards glances we would receive. However, that changed when eating lunch in Mountain Brook village with a couple of my new teammates. A group of my classmates began to yell at us from across the street. At first their insults were inaudible, but then one pierced my eardrum like a nail: “n****r-lover.”
Still quite young and immature, I confronted this racial slur and the continued verbal assaults of certain classmates with verbal and physical altercations. However, as I have matured through high school and college, I have grown to seek to combat the injustice of discrimination and subjugation in a more sophisticated manner, the law. This desire to pursue justice increased when I interned with the Honorable Judge Houston L. Brown of the Civil Circuit Court of Alabama, a veteran of the Civil Rights Movement in Birmingham, and his countless inspiring stories. When combined with my studies as an International and Global Studies Major and experiences abroad, I have developed a strong desire to pursue legal justice in a globalized context. Just as the 16th Street church bombing pushed Dr. King to aggressively seek to end discrimination in the Civil Rights era in Birmingham, my own experiences with discrimination have led me to desire to continue this admirable struggle at home and abroad.
Which one is better? (for the schools that would accept either)
Do either just not work and need to be scrapped?
Any parts that need to be completely re-written?
So here goes...Essay 1:
In his celebrated “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” Martin Luther King, Jr. famously wrote, “injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” Having grown up in Birmingham, the numerous historical landmarks of the Civil Rights Era serve as constant reminders of the sacrifices made by men, women, and children like Mr. King, in the pursuit of justice. However, there is one landmark, whose significance is known only to a few, that led me to pursue a career in the field of law. There is no commemorative plaque or organized tour to memorialize the events that occurred within its walls. In fact, most of those who know of its significance try to avoid mentioning it, but it is home to one of the most important events in the civil rights struggle. Mountain Brook Country Club, within a mile of my childhood residence, is where the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing, which left four innocent African-American Sunday school girls dead under a heap of smoldering rubble on September 15, 1963, was planned by local residents.
Mountain Brook Country Club rests in the middle of the rolling hills and towering pines of Birmingham, Alabama’s wealthiest subdivision. The community is known to this day as the “Tiny Kingdom” for its prestigious education system, safe streets, and affluent residents. On the surface, life seems perfect. However, upon closer observation, it is apparent that the injustice written about by Mr. King is still rampant. The Mountain Brook School System boasts countless accolades as one of the top public schools in the nation, although “public” is not truly a fair description. High taxes and the general stigma against “new money” amongst the long-rooted families of Old Mountain Brook have prevented integration and left the community virtually frozen in the 1950s. Both Mountain Brook and Birmingham Country Clubs have been involved in recent legal battles due to their restriction of access to minorities on the basis of being a private organization. My graduating class of 337 students had zero minorities, and most students’ only exposure to diversity is through the bus line that shuttles the neighborhood maids and yardmen to and from their downtown apartments. The injustice seemingly does not exist only because you cannot see it, but a mere ten-minute drive to the crumbling walls of Huffman High or the gang-infested streets of downtown, and you may feel otherwise. Out of sight, out of mind.
Fortunately, my upbringing and childhood experiences have led me to view the situation differently. My father was one of the first attorneys in the city to have an African-American law partner, and although we did have a housekeeper, her son remains one of my closest friends to this day. Yet, my experiences on the soccer field transformed my views on discrimination the most. After playing youth soccer in the Mountain Brook club system, some friends and I left to join the more competitive Vestavia club team. Instead of our previous suburbanite teammates sporting the latest $200 cleats with their overly involved fathers patrolling the sidelines, we now played alongside African-Americans and first-generation Kenyan, Argentinean, and Kosovo-Albanian immigrants with whom I soon developed close friendships.
In my early teens, I was still naïve to the uniqueness of my situation relative to many of my classmates. I would bring my new teammates to all of the local “brookie” hangouts and not even notice some of the backwards glances we would receive. However, that changed when eating lunch in Mountain Brook village with a couple of my new teammates. A group of my classmates began to yell at us from across the street. At first their insults were inaudible, but then one pierced my eardrum like a nail: “n****r-lover.”
Still quite young and immature, I confronted this racial slur and the continued verbal assaults of certain classmates with verbal and physical altercations. However, as I have matured through high school and college, I have grown to seek to combat the injustice of discrimination and subjugation in a more sophisticated manner, the law. This desire to pursue justice increased when I interned with the Honorable Judge Houston L. Brown of the Civil Circuit Court of Alabama, a veteran of the Civil Rights Movement in Birmingham, and his countless inspiring stories. When combined with my studies as an International and Global Studies Major and experiences abroad, I have developed a strong desire to pursue legal justice in a globalized context. Just as the 16th Street church bombing pushed Dr. King to aggressively seek to end discrimination in the Civil Rights era in Birmingham, my own experiences with discrimination have led me to desire to continue this admirable struggle at home and abroad.