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Fellows Justinian Acceptance Speech | Frank E. Stevenson II [Transcript]

Updated: Dec 21, 2023

October 25, 2023 | Frank E. Stevenson II

Thank you, Harriet, for that extremely generous introduction. And many thanks to Roger Quillin for ‎the lovely invocation. And also to Chuck Snakard for the generous article in Headnotes ‎that’s reprinted in today’s program. I will try to live up to and into the person you ‎all described.

And of course I want to thank the Dallas Bar Foundation for this remarkable honor. To imagine my name appearing in the same list as the previous Fellows Justinian recipients and on the same program as Judge Hale is simply breathtaking.

Seven years ago I asked Helen’s and my friend, Texas Supreme Court Justice Phil Johnson, to administer the oath at my ‎inauguration as State Bar President. Just as we were about to climb the steps to the ‎stage, Justice Johnson told me that if he deemed my comments about ‎Helen insufficiently glowing, he would return to the stage, remove me from the ‎podium, and offer comments of his own.‎ I smiled as if to say “You’re joking.” He stared as if to say “I’m not.”



Suddenly my mind was a violently shaken Etch-a-‎Sketch, a recorded voice endlessly repeating “Your call is very important to us.” I utterly forgot the ingenious thing I was planning to say about ‎you, my dear, and was left saying an ingenuous one instead. That “you are my ‎everything, everything, everything.” You were then. You still are. You always will be. I scarcely ‎even know where I leave off and you begin. Thank you for everything, my ‎everything. ‎

I also want to acknowledge that my fine son, John, is here today, for which I’m ‎very grateful. And I’d be remiss not to enumerate all the remarkable accomplishments ‎of John and his two sisters. They have provided Helen and me five off-the-charts ‎delightful granddaughters. Which is absolutely wonderful. And, regarding their other achievements, well…I mean… I’m sure they’ve done – I dunno – tons of other really cool stuff, ‎too. I mean tons! [None comes to mind, but… I’m pretty sure of that.] Seriously, I am so proud of and grateful for them and their spouses. ‎


I also want to especially acknowledge and thank the attorneys and staff at Locke Lord, who in some cases have been my colleagues for 44 years.

And a special note of appreciation to Michael Hair who has been my legal assistant for the last 11 years. And, to his predecessor, Jan Jackson, my legal assistant for 20 years before that. Both are here today.

Friends, I have a few things to tell you about me. But first, let me tell ‎you a few things about you.‎

In this room today are my classmates from elementary school on up; the guy who ‎dragged me to our Eagle Scout badges; respected colleagues and former colleagues from Locke Lord and other fine firms; clients who placed their trust in me; Dallas and ‎State Bar leaders and staff; co-congregants from church who helped me grasp who I was and, ‎more importantly, whose; other volunteers and staff from the Sammons Center and other arts and civic groups, and friends from every ‎corner and chapter of my life. Today’s event is precious to me because it affords the opportunity to say thank you.

Fifteen years ago I was inaugurated ‎as President of the Dallas Bar. And on that evening, just as I will now, I told you ‎about you.‎

I reminded that it was you who ‎inspired 112,000 of the youth across this state through the DBA’s Mock Trial program. And that it was you who lived out the finest traditions of our profession by ‎representing – for free – nearly 28,000 families through the Dallas Volunteer ‎Attorney Program. ‎

It was you, working through the DBA’s Law Day and Law in the Schools programs, who assured nearly 100,000 DISD high school students they could ‎be lawyers – or anything else they wanted to be. And it was you who bought and built the Habitat homes where ‎‎16 families were putting their children to bed that evening as I spoke. It was you who counseled and comforted nearly 23,000 of the city’s least fortunate ‎through LegalLine, who helped 300,000 of our fellow citizens find ‎the attorneys they badly needed through our Lawyer Referral Service, who gave enough blood at ‎our Halloween Drives to save over 2,000 lives, who donated the ‎business attire through our Bring-A-Suit Program to confer confidence upon ‎more than 800 disadvantaged job-seekers, and who through ‎the DBA’s Toy Collection Drive ensured that more than 9,000 needy children across this city ‎opened a present on Christmas morning.

You donated $4.2 ‎million to our annual Campaigns for Equal Access to Justice – enough to provide legal help to release more than 21,000 families from one sort of bondage or another. ‎And it was you who interviewed, selected, employed, ‎paid, and mentored nearly 400 rising DISD seniors through the DBA’s Summer ‎Law Intern Program, an initiative whose alumni uniformly insist changed the very trajectory of their lives.‎

In the years since then, a few programs have been sunsetted, but worthy new ‎ones, such as the DBA’s legal incubator and Together We Dine, have been added. And ‎the programs that continued have extended their reach and impact. ‎

For example, ‎‎63,000 more students now have been enriched by Mock Trial; your Habitat-sheltered families have more than doubled to 36; your total ‎gifts to legal aid have more than ‎quadrupled to $18 Million; ‎and over 650 students now have been mentored as Summer Law interns.‎


You did all of that, and so much more I could have told you about. And you did it through this Dallas Bar.‎

Six years ago I spoke from this dais as Chair of the Dallas Bar Foundation. And again, I told you about you.

That you, through this Foundation, have now funded 77 Sarah T. Hughes Diversity Scholarships. And that you provide every year more than a dozen other life-changing clerkships, internships, and fellowships thanks to the generosity of judges and lawyers eager to mentor those to whom we will hand this profession.

It’s also you, though this Foundation, who fund so many worthy DBA programs, such as the one that allowed me to mentor a ‎young ‎man ‎beginning high ‎school. I reflexively spoke to my mentee as I did my ‎‎own son, John. “When you go to college, you’ll need ‎‎this” and “When you go to college, you’ll do ‎‎that.” But during one of my “when-you-go-to-college” conversations he placed his hand on my ‎arm to stop me and ‎after a few moments quietly said, ‎‎“You need to understand something. ‎‎You’re the first person who ever acted like I ‎was supposed ‎to succeed.” ‎

Without a single family member having finished high school and with his older brother ‎in ‎‎jail, my mentee had never heard “When you ‎go to college.” He’d barely heard “If you go to ‎‎‎college.”‎

I’d witlessly thought the DBA and this Foundation intended for me ‎‎and the other mentors to give those ‎students ‎study tips or writing advice. But they actually ‎wanted us to ‎give them something far more ‎useful – namely, ‎our confidence. And ‎three and a half years later I watched that ‎young man graduate in the top 10% of his class. The four scholarships he earned carried him to ‎college in the fall. ‎

Sometimes all a person needs to succeed is for someone to believe in him. And it’s ‎remarkable how often those someone’s are placed and equipped to instill that confidence by this ‎Dallas Bar, this Foundation, and you, their members. It’s what I call the Believing-in-People Business, and it’s the most estimable thing we do; in fact, it’s the most estimable thing anyone does.‎

So when you roofed a Habitat house, judged a mock trial round, taught in a school, or hired a summer intern, you demonstrated that the Dallas legal community is committed to do all it can to ensure that the overlooked or oppressed; ‎under-housed, ‎ underserved, or underprivileged, don’t stay that way. That we care not only for the up-and-comers, but also for the down-and-outers. And that the ambit of our energies sweep beyond just the powerful, the purposeful, and the privileged to embrace the least, the lost and the last.

Friends, it must stay that way. In fact, we must do more. We must grow the Believing-in-People Business, resisting the urge to become narrowly self-absorbed with our own professional attainments – our lawyerly recognitions, the size of the deals we closed and verdicts we won. The Believing-in-People Business may not change the whole world. But it will change that part of the world you and I can reach. In fact, it already has.

But enough about you.‎

Throughout my bar service I’ve spoken about how other people are helped and otherpeople’s lives are changed by the programs you provide. But looking back, I now realize I am one of those people and mine is one of those lives. And I suspect that you and your life are, too.

In a recent issue of The Atlantic, David ‎Brooks attempts to answer two questions: “Why have Americans became so sad, lonely, and depressed?” and “why ‎have Americans become so mean, rude, and selfish?”

He concludes that our society has become – in ‎his words – “terrible at moral formation.” And he defines “moral formation” as the ‎process by which people are made “better than they otherwise might be.” ‎It’s precisely what our contemporary Delphic Oracle, Ted Lasso, is saying when he confides that “success” is not winning games, but instead helping his ‎players “be the best versions of themselves on and off the field.”‎

Brooks believes that moral formation – becoming the best versions of ourselves – is ‎an irreducibly communal practice and not a private one. He writes: ‎

‎“In a healthy society, a web of institutions – families, schools, religious ‎groups, community organizations, and workplaces – helps form people into ‎kind and responsible citizens, the sort of people who show up for one ‎another.”‎

In other words, the people who are kind, responsible, and show up for one another are formed in and by institutions – in teams like AFC ‎Richmond, in associations like the DBA and the Foundation, and in every one of the other organizations and communities you and I have been privileged to be a part of.‎ And it’s obvious how that happens.

Several months ago I began volunteering in a neighborhood center for the homeless. ‎But first I was told to report for training at a ‎certain date and time. When I arrived, the place looked like utter bedlam. Like a huge over-caffeinated flash mob was playing charades, and the phrase they wanted me to guess was: “Our pants are full of ‎scorpions.” People flooded into the building from everywhere and ‎frenzied folks carrying trays with food ran all around and all over the place. I ‎presented myself, legal pad and pen at the ready, to the profoundly frazzled-looking ‎volunteer coordinator and said I was ready for my training. She tilted her ‎head in that unmistakable oh-bless-your-heart-has-a-biped-ever-said-anything-more-stupid kind of way and said: “Do you see those folks with the trays running ‎around like crazy people? Do what they’re doing.” Then she raised her arms into ‎the air, snapped her fingers, and shouted “Training Complete!”‎

Upon reflection, it’s always that way. Maybe not as humorous, and maybe not said ‎explicitly, but every admirable venture in my life – and I suspect also in yours – has begun ‎with the equivalent of “Do you see those people over there…?” Essentially, “Do you see those people serving as you wish to serve, each being the person you wish to be? Do what they’re doing.” We find those people in the institutions we join. And we have a special name for them. Heroes. We call them our “heroes.”

My childhood heroes were sports stars and celebrities—people with whom I ‎had ‎nothing in common, living lives utterly unlike my own. But as an adult, I got different heroes. And more useful. Now they’re people with whom I have ‎‎everything in common, living lives just like mine, only living them with kindness, responsibility, and showing up for one another the way I want to be ‎living my own. I never could have done the windmill basketball dunks or blazing guitar solos my old heroes did, even if my life depended on it. But of course, it ‎doesn’t. Instead, what my life depends on is kindness, responsibility, and showing up for one another.

‎So rather than seeking heroes from some land of unlikeness, I have found them here ‎‎– in these bar groups, my law firm, and the other institutions I’ve served.‎ Virtue is visual. Before it can be lived, it must be seen. And institutions are essential because they are the showrooms of virtue. We pick out our heroes there. For me, today, this room is full of them.

All of the institutions you and I serve have equipped us to outlive the persons we would have been without them. Outlived not chronologically, but morally; not by living longer, but by living higher. And by doing so provided us with purpose and friendship and personal satisfaction and self-worth at a time when so many Americans are starving for them.

But tragically, institutions are under attack. The acid bath of wrath currently masquerading as our national dialogue has grown increasingly anti-institutional. Regularly confronted with the failures of our most prominent institutions, our bowling-alone culture has become increasingly hyper-individualistic, solitary, and resistant to commitment. Friends, you and I must play antidote to that and remain joiners. Recommitting ourselves and recruiting others to the institutions that equip us to improve our communities and, in so doing, improve us. The 25 new Fellows we welcomed today show we are on the right track.

But enough about institutions.

Almost 50 years ago, an obscure, unknown Irish poet visited an obscure, unknown ‎New England liberal-arts college to read his poetry to the literature students there. At day’s end, he took a copy of his ‎work and wrote on the frontispiece these three ‎spare lines: ‎

‎“The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.”‎

The lines he quoted ‎affirm that just as palpably as a bird is ‎supported by its nest, and just as tangibly as ‎a spider is held up by its web, so are we all ‎supported and held up by this ‎mysterious force we call “friendship.”‎

A lot has changed in 50 years. That obscure, unknown Irish poet ‎was Seamus Heaney, the 1995 Nobel Laureate in Literature.

And that obscure, ‎unknown New England liberal-arts college? Well … it’s still an obscure, unknown ‎New England liberal-arts college.‎

I did not arrive at this place under my own steam. Nor am I receiving this remarkable recognition due to my own efforts. My friends, I’m here today because of you.

I cannot ‎recall being entirely certain I could perform a single significant office or task at the time I agreed to ‎undertake it. But you often saw something in me I didn’t always see in myself. And sometimes I ‎said “yes” relying on the confidence I felt only because you had placed it there. ‎

Thus I’ve been the benefactor as much as the bestower in the Believing in People Business. I hope all of us have, and that this Bar and this Foundation continue their good work both through and in each of us.

And I also hope the friendship that brought us here will continue to support and hold each and every one of us up, for as long as we live.

Just like the bird a nest.‎ Just like the spider a web.‎ Thank you.

By Frank E. Stevenson II

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