Whether you admired him or hated him – the fact is that he is dead. Lightening rod that he was in life – he has become equally as polarizing in death. Amazingly, we learn that one of his closest friends was Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, who opposed him at practically every turn, which, indeed, says something about him. It says that his stance on his ideas did not cloud his choices when it came to friendships. Now, the stage is set for an epic, unprecedented showdown as to the person who will be named as his successor. And that is the word which should be used – successor – not replacement. The now vacant seat does not have his name on it as it did while he lived, and that is as it should be. Republicans speak about replacing him as if he were some sort of deity, and suggest that a Scalia-clone be named as his successor, which, in and of itself is ridiculous.
Scalia’s role on the high court will not be forgotten, but when it comes to the jurist who fills the vacancy, he must be forgotten, just as it has been with every other jurist before him.
Many wish that this debate had been postponed until such time as he was buried, but, he was not dead an hour before the right-wing went bat-rat crazy and immediately began to freak out. It is safe to say that those on the right immediately went into a state of collective meltdown. And one was instantly reminded of the ‘Chicken Little’ phrase: “The sky is falling!” So, despite the lack of appropriate timing, that is where we are now, and all sides of the argument are fired up. The sky is not falling and the world will go on without him, just as it has with all of the jurist who preceded him. And the U.S. Supreme Court must go on without him.