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America Needs More Lawyers. This Isn’t a Joke.

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For decades, a myth about civil-rights lawyers has been spread by court decisions, legislative testimony, and popular culture. Courthouses, the story goes, are filled to the brim with plaintiffs’ attorneys desperate to make a dollar off someone else’s misery; ambulance chasers all too happy to file frivolous civil-rights cases and squeeze a few bucks out of a cash-strapped city that would otherwise spend the money on its community center or library.

In fact, the opposite is true. The cities of the Great Migration—New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Chicago, and Philadelphia—are home to small, tight-knit communities of experienced civil-rights lawyers. Yet few practice outside those urban areas, and they are in particularly short supply in the South. As a result, many people who have suffered clear constitutional violations can’t find a lawyer to take their case. And they are unlikely to want to go it alone. Winning is hard even when you have a lawyer; you’re almost certain to lose if you don’t.

Recently, much attention has been paid to the bulwark of laws and rules that courts and local governments use to deny justice to people who have been harmed by police officers. Calls to reform the doctrine of qualified immunity, which in effect protects officers from liability so long as a previous court has not found that precise behavior unconstitutional, have been especially loud. As I wrote in this magazine in January, the criticism is well earned—the doctrine is nonsensical and unjust. But limiting or abolishing qualified immunity will not have its intended effect if people can’t find lawyers to seek justice on their behalf. Only 1 percent of people who believe that their rights have been violated by the police ever file a lawsuit. Finding a lawyer is, and has always been, one of the most challenging first steps.

In September 2013, Trent Taylor, a 25-year-old white man, overdosed on pain medication while in a Texas prison. In response, prison officials forced Taylor to spend six days in the prison’s psychiatric unit in what the United States Supreme Court called “shockingly unsanitary” conditions.  

Taylor was first put, naked, in a cell with feces on every surface—the floor, the ceiling, the walls, and the windows. Even the faucet that offered his only source of water was packed with feces. When Taylor complained, three corrections officers laughed at him, and one said Taylor was “going to have a long weekend.” Taylor did not eat or drink for four days for fear of getting sick. Taylor was then moved—still naked—to an ice-cold cell, where a prison official said he hoped Taylor would “fucking freeze.” The cell had no bed or toilet—just a drain hole in the middle of the floor, clogged with raw sewage, that overflowed when he finally had to relieve himself. Days later, Taylor was taken to the emergency room; he had a distended bladder from trying to hold his urine for so long, and had to be catheterized.

Taylor sued, alleging that corrections officers had placed him in conditions of confinement that violated the Eighth Amendment. The district court dismissed the claims and the court of appeals affirmed. Although it was clear, in the appeals court’s view, “that prisoners couldn’t be housed in cells teeming with human waste for months on end,” the officers were entitled to qualified immunity because no prior case held that six days in filthy cells violated the Constitution.

In a short, unsigned opinion issued on November 2, 2020, the Supreme Court reversed that decision: “Confronted with the particularly egregious facts of this case, any reasonable officer should have realized that Taylor’s conditions of confinement offended the Constitution.”

This Court has been notoriously hostile to civil-rights cases, and especially prisoners’-rights cases. Taylor is among its most plaintiff-friendly civil-rights decisions in recent memory. It has been analyzed by journalists, lawyers, and academics; cited in hundreds of opinions and briefs; and celebrated as an indication that the Court might be stepping back from its most robust descriptions of qualified immunity’s power.

But we should pay close attention to Taylor’s case for another reason. Despite the fact that Taylor was held in obviously unconstitutional conditions—“in the filthiest cells imaginable,” to quote Justice Samuel Alito—he spent years searching, in vain, for a lawyer willing to represent him.

The scarcity of experienced civil-rights attorneys is a direct result of how these attorneys are paid—and, in many cases, not paid—for their work.

Most people whose rights have been violated by police or other government officials do not have the money to pay a lawyer for their time. Instead, beginning in the early 1960s, when the Supreme Court first recognized the right to sue government officials for constitutional violations, private lawyers took these cases pro bono or on contingency, meaning that they were paid nothing if their client lost, and a percentage of any winnings if their client prevailed.

Under this arrangement, people who stood a high chance of being awarded large damages would have a relatively easy time finding lawyers to represent them. People whose constitutional rights were violated but suffered little in the way of compensable damages, however, were unlikely to find a lawyer. In 1976, to address this concern, Congress enacted a statute allowing plaintiffs who won their civil-rights cases to recover “reasonable” fees from government defendants. The House Report on the bill explained that it would “promote the enforcement of the Federal civil rights acts, as Congress intended, and to achieve uniformity in those statutes and justice for all citizens.”

But the Supreme Court’s crabbed interpretation of that statute undermined its goal. In 1986, the Court ruled that a defendant could offer to waive a plaintiff’s entitlement to attorneys’ fees as part of a settlement agreement. Today, when plaintiffs receive money it is almost always through settlements, and settlement agreements with police departments almost always waive lawyers’ ability to recover attorneys’ fees, limiting their payment to a portion of their clients’ awards—just as it has always been for contingency-fee lawyers.  

In the rare event that a plaintiff goes to trial and wins, plaintiffs’ lawyers are still entitled to their “reasonable” fees. And the Supreme Court has allowed attornies to recover more in fees than their client was awarded at trial. But whether a fee application is “reasonable” often turns into its own satellite litigation about how much the lawyer should be paid for each hour of work and how many hours they should have spent litigating the case—a process that can take months or years to resolve. During those months and years, the attorney will not get paid. And in the end, judges commonly give plaintiffs’ attorneys’ fees applications a haircut, either because they conclude that the lawyers could have done the work in less time, or that they have billed their time at too generous a rate, or both. For cases brought by prisoners challenging the conditions of their confinement—such as Trent Taylor—the Prison Litigation Reform Act, which became law in 1996, further limits attorneys’ fees to whichever is less: 150 percent of a jury’s award, or 150 percent of the rate ($158 an hour) for court-appointed counsel.

Under this fee structure, the risks of bringing civil-rights cases often outweigh the rewards. Winning a civil-rights lawsuit is already staggeringly difficult. In addition to overcoming qualified immunity, lawyers must write a complaint with enough detail that a judge will find the allegations “plausible”; they must prove that their client’s constitutional rights were violated, which can be especially challenging in police and prison-conditions cases, given the Court’s interpretation of the Fourth and Eighth Amendments; and they may need to establish local government liability, which requires plaintiffs to find a pattern of prior unconstitutional conduct by officers in the department that should have put the chief on notice of a problem.

Even when a lawyer believes that they can surmount all of these barriers, they will often have strong financial incentives to decline the case. When I interviewed dozens of civil-rights lawyers across the country, most said they were disinclined to take a case on behalf of a person whose rights had clearly been violated unless the potential damages were significant enough that one-​third of the plaintiff’s award would adequately compensate them for their time. For many lawyers, if a case did not involve death or a serious physical injury, it wasn’t worth the risk. “It sounds crass,” one lawyer told me, “but we say, ‘Well, is there blood on the street?’ Because if there isn’t, why are we doing it?”

These same considerations also made attorneys I interviewed reluctant to represent people whom a judge or jury would not find sympathetic. They looked, many told me, for cases with plaintiffs who were “likable,” “credible,” and “articulate”—criteria that may make attorneys less likely to represent people of color, LGBTQ people, people with mental illness, people previously convicted of crimes, and members of other marginalized groups, who are the very ones subject to disproportionate levels of unconstitutional policing.

Trent Taylor reached out to dozens of lawyers; he never heard back from most of them, and those who responded declined his case. One wrote: “These cases are very difficult and time consuming. I regret not being able to help you.” Another wrote: “Free world lawyers can’t afford [prisoners’] cases. Takes too long, too expensive.”

Lawyers who received Taylor’s letters might well have declined his case in favor of other civil-rights cases likely to be more remunerative or less risky, or they might have been unwilling to take any civil-rights cases at all. Most lawyers who bring civil-rights cases are jacks of many trades whose dockets include personal injury, medical malpractice, criminal defense, and commercial litigation. The lawyers I have interviewed see civil-rights cases as riskier prospects because it is harder to get information from the government, harder to prove a legal violation and overcome qualified immunity, harder to get to a jury, and harder to win.

An attorney I spoke with from Florida used to bring only police-misconduct cases but switched to dental malpractice in hopes that “the dental stuff perhaps will pay some bills.” An attorney from Pennsylvania who used to focus on civil-rights cases now spends most of his time on personal-injury and medical-malpractice cases, which he considers “easier work that pays a lot more money.”

When people cannot find lawyers to represent them, they can represent themselves. Taylor represented himself in the trial court and on appeal, and his many handwritten filings with the court reflect just how difficult it can be to go it alone. Taylor’s prison classification prevented him from going to the law library; instead, three times a week, he was allowed to request material from the library. But these requests were limited too—he could ask for just three “case cites” at a time. (As a point of comparison, the defendants’ motion to dismiss Taylor’s complaint cited 150 cases).  

Only after the Fifth Circuit ruled against him did Taylor’s case come to the attention of the civil-rights lawyer Sam Weiss of Rights Behind Bars. Unable to reach Taylor by phone, Weiss flew from Washington, D.C., to Houston, drove to the prison where Taylor was housed, offered to represent him, and fought mightily to get his case heard by the Supreme Court. But most cases brought without counsel will never get that far.

Qualified immunity deserves all the scorn that it has received. But when someone like Trent Taylor—whose constitutional rights were obviously and egregiously violated, in the view of a Supreme Court usually hostile to prisoners’ civil-rights cases—struggles to find a lawyer to represent him, we have an even bigger problem on our hands. Civil-rights enforcement depends on lawyers’ willingness to represent people whose constitutional rights have been violated. Until more lawyers are willing to take these cases, reforms to qualified immunity will not achieve their intended aims. Any plan to restore the power and potential of civil-rights litigation must include a blueprint to expand the number of civil-rights lawyers, the types of cases that they are bringing, and the places where they are willing to work.

This essay was adapted from “Civil Rights Without Representation,” published in the William and Mary Law Review.

Never Again Trump

The Atlantic

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Things weren’t going so well for Ron DeSantis even before Donald Trump was indicted. The Florida governor had dropped 30 points behind the ex-president in the last pre-indictment poll of Republicans and Republican-leaners. Back in mid-February, a major poll had showed DeSantis running almost even with Trump in a presumed primary contest.

You can insert your guess here as to why DeSantis has slumped so badly. His evasions and reversals on the Russian war in Ukraine? Trump’s hits on the governor’s votes against retirement benefits, culminating in a seven-figure anti-DeSantis ad campaign by a pro-Trump super PAC? Some X factor of personality or charisma—or the lack thereof? Or are observers looking in the wrong direction? Maybe it was not DeSantis who deflated, but Trump who rose—boosted by advance news of his imminent indictment.

Whatever the reason, Republican interest in the DeSantis brand of Diet Trump has dwindled.

Republican politics in the Trump era has been an exercise in dominance. Trump behaves as an abusive bully. Potential rivals meekly submit. He looks like the leader of the pack; they look like weaklings.

[Mark Leibovich: Just wait until you get to know DeSantis]

DeSantis presented himself as a fearless tough guy, as in this reelection ad from 2022, titled “Top Gov.” In a flight suit and with a B-roll of combat jets, DeSantis vowed: “Never, ever back down from a fight.”

But when Trump started fights with him, DeSantis always backed down. When Trump promoted a meme accusing DeSantis of grooming teenage girls with alcohol, DeSantis scarcely retorted. When Trump denounced one of the governor’s most cherished bills as “the biggest insurance company BAILOUT to Globalist Insurance Companies, IN HISTORY,” DeSantis did not defend his measure. He abjectly retreated, barring cameras and reporters from the signing ceremony for his new law.

The DeSantis campaign has been built on an impossible contradiction. His message to his party was: I offer you Trump’s style, minus Trump’s scandals. That offer only made sense on the assumption that Trump’s scandals were bad. Yet when any major new Trump scandal has erupted, DeSantis has jumped to deny or defend it.

Amid the first shock of the January 6 attack on Congress, DeSantis condemned the violence—though he took care to avoid mentioning Trump, the man who had incited the riot. By the first anniversary, however, DeSantis had shifted ground. “They are going to take this and milk this for anything they could to try to be able to smear anyone who ever supported Donald Trump,” he said at a press conference. “When they try to act like this is something akin to the September 11 attacks, that is an insult to the people who were going into those buildings. And it’s an insult to people when you say it’s an ‘insurrection’ and then a year later, nobody has been charged with that.”

After the FBI raided Trump’s Mar-a-Lago club in August 2022 to retrieve government documents, DeSantis denounced the law-enforcement action at an Arizona rally, alongside two of the most extremist candidates of the 2022 cycle, Kari Lake and Blake Masters: “These agencies have now been weaponized to be used against people that the government doesn’t like.”

Now, with the indictment, DeSantis has again raced to Trump’s side. He has damned the indictment as “un-American” and repeated his “weaponization” language. But if all of this is true, then what would be the case for running against Trump?

[McCay Coppins: Republicans’ 2024 magical thinking]

The only case for DeSantis—or any alternative, be it Nikki Haley or Glenn Youngkin or Mike Pompeo or Mike Pence—is to acknowledge that it’s a problem that the past president stands criminally accused; to acknowledge that Trump is not a victim, but the author of his own legal trouble. Otherwise, who needs a replacement for the original? Why hire the tribute band?

Many prominent Republicans want Trump gone. But they are caught in a trap of their own bad faith: They want prosecutors to do for them the job they are too scared and broken to do for themselves. But they also, for their own crass political advantage, want to pretend to be on Trump’s side during the prosecution—while inwardly cheering on the prosecutors.

Bad faith is a coward’s method, and these bad-faith Republicans are earning the coward’s reward. They hope that the legal system will rescue them from their own humiliating submission, but they are acting to deliver the Republican nomination to Trump for a third time. If Trump does win the nomination, they’ll submit again.

When Trump ran for president in 2016, he at least paid lip service to issues Republican voters cared about: immigration, opioid addiction, trade disparities, and so on. The corruption, authoritarianism, and incitements to violence were present even then, of course. And they continued. In 2020, ABC News counted 54 instances in which people who committed or plotted violence specifically cited Trump’s words as their motive or their justification.

This time, however, Trump is offering no lip service. On his social media and in his opening-rally speech in Waco, Texas, on March 25, Trump has celebrated and justified the deadly events of January 6, 2021. On Truth Social, he predicted “death & destruction” when he was indicted.

[Elaine Godfrey: Trump begins the ‘retribution’ tour]

Republicans nodded along when Paul Ryan assured CNN’s Jake Tapper that Trump was fading on his own. They took solace when Rupert Murdoch instituted a “soft ban” against Trump on his TV network, which instead hailed DeSantis as the party’s new leader.

All of that is proving false. Trump is triumphing—as an explicitly insurrectionary leader, on a platform of impunity for his own lawbreaking and presidential pardons for his supporters.

Inwardly anti-Trump Republicans reassure themselves that Trump at least cannot win the presidency again. Maybe they will have to endure him for a few more excruciating months—but November 2024 will arrive soon enough, and after that they’ll be done with him. This is false comfort. If Trump secures the Republican nomination, of course he can win the election. Maybe because of his bad record and personal obnoxiousness, he’s got a little less than the usual 50–50 chance, but not much less. The incumbent president and vice president have electoral vulnerabilities, too. And there could be anti-incumbent shocks—a recession, a natural disaster, a border crisis—between now and Election Day. Maybe Trump cannot win on his own merits, but Biden can fall victim to events.

The former New Jersey governor—and early Trump endorser—Chris Christie now describes his past support for Trump as a “strategic error.” He’s not wrong, if several years late. Suppose that enough Republicans had deserted Trump in 2016 to convert his popular-vote deficit into an Electoral College defeat. What would have happened next? Hillary Clinton would have won the presidency, and of course Republicans would not have liked that. But there would have been a Republican-controlled House and Senate to check her—with margins that surely would have expanded in the midterm elections of 2018. Republicans would have scored important state and local gains that year too. Then the coronavirus pandemic would have struck, and the election of 2020 likely would have resulted in a GOP landslide. So not exactly the end of the world from a Republican point of view—better than things are now, right?

The inhibitions against correcting the strategic error of 2016 are daunting even to people of character—and the anti-Trump dissenters within the party elite are not all people of character. Yet the price of repeating the error will be heavy—heavy for Republicans if Trump costs them the presidency once again, or tragically heavy for the United States and the world if Trump somehow scores a second win.

A proverb says that even a worm will turn. The controlling elite within the Republican Party rejected “Never Trump” in 2016. Now they have a second chance to put country before party: “Never Again Trump.” Let the lapel flag mean something. Don’t give up. Back an alternative to Trump, and win if you can. But if you can’t win with your candidate, keep fighting Trump. This time, no surrender.

A Stylish Spy Caper

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Good morning, and welcome back to The Daily’s Sunday culture edition, in which one Atlantic writer reveals what’s keeping them entertained.

Today’s special guest will be familiar to readers of The Daily: the Atlantic staff writer Tom Nichols. Tom’s incisive current-events analysis and swashbuckling prose are most frequently found in weekday editions of this very newsletter. His writing on Russia, national security, and, of course, American politics also regularly appears elsewhere in our magazine.

Anyone who knows Tom, either personally or through his writing, is likely aware that he’s just a bit of a 1980s film and TV buff. But he’s been known to dip a toe into the 21st century too. These days, he’s engrossed in the fourth and final season of Succession, eagerly anticipating the return of the Star Trek prequel series Strange New Worlds, and treasures a Robert Lowell poem that was first published—as it happens—in The Atlantic.

First, here are three Sunday reads from The Atlantic:

Something odd is happening with handbags. Why Americans care about work so much There’s exactly one good reason to buy a house. The Culture Survey: Tom Nichols

The upcoming entertainment event I’m most looking forward to: Well, the honest answer is that I’m glued to the final season of Succession because I’m in it. (I have a very small part as a cranky right-wing pundit. I know: “Nice reach, Tom.”) And Succession, of course, is an incredible series.

But I’m very excited to hear that Strange New Worlds, the Star Trek prequel series, is coming back for at least two more seasons. Of course, I’m already familiar with SNW; the debut that has me most fascinated, however, is the upcoming Amazon Prime series Fallout, based on the immensely popular game franchise. (The first Fallout game debuted in 1997, so that tells you how long I’ve been playing it.) The Fallout world is a weird place; if you’ve seen the series Hello Tomorrow!, where the 1950s are reimagined with floating cars and space travel and malfunctioning robot bartenders, it’s something like that.

Except it all takes place after a nuclear war. So I’m hoping they get that right. [Related: The real Succession endgame]

The television show I’m most enjoying right now: I just discovered A Spy Among Friends, a limited series based on a book about the infamous Kim Philby espionage affair of the early 1960s. It’s beautifully done. I began my career in Soviet and Russian affairs, and so I’m familiar with the details of the Philby spy caper—which is good, because the series assumes a lot of familiarity with the history. But it’s the kind of period drama you can enjoy watching just for the fine details of its production and re-creation of an era. [Related: Washington—the fifth man (from 1988)]

A quiet song that I love, and a loud song that I love: I’m going to be clever here and say that I have always loved a song that is both quiet and loud: “Don’t Want to Wait Anymore” by The Tubes. You’ll have to hear it to get that comment, I think.

A musical artist who means a lot to me: I have a particular attachment to Joe Jackson. Most people will know him only from a few hits back in the ’80s, such as “Steppin’ Out,” but I feel like he’s one of those artists whose work I have been able to appreciate at every stage of my life. I enjoyed his autobiography, A Cure for Gravity, which is a memoir of growing up and falling in love with music, rather than some trashy rock tell-all. There’s a self-awareness and sly humor and even an awkwardness in his songs that can still make me as pensive now as when I first heard them 30 or 40 years ago.

I suppose I’d add Al Stewart here too. His songs about history are both beautiful and nerdy: He’s a perfectionist, and I have to love a guy who once lamented that he accidentally referred to Henry Tudor as Henry Plantagenet. I recently saw him do a small concert where he performed his album Year of the Cat in its entirety, and at my age, I appreciate a rock star who can perform well while aging gracefully. (Mick Jagger: Take a lesson.)

A painting, sculpture, or other piece of visual art that I cherish: The Oath of the Horatii,” by Jacques-Louis David. Don’t ask me why; I saw it as a teenager in a bookstore in Boston, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. There was something about the stilted drama of the scene, the valiant backstory about the defenders of Rome, that made me stare. (Also, I also am slightly color-blind, so maybe the vivid reds and silver in the painting got through my defective eyeballs.) When I began teaching military officers, my understanding of the painting changed: I came to see it both as a celebration of military loyalty, but also, at least to me, as a warning about the seductive glorification of war. For some 20 years, I kept a print of it on the wall of my office at the Naval War College.

A cultural product I loved as a teenager and still love, and something I loved but now dislike: One of the lousier jobs I had as a teenager was as a janitor at the old Spalding sports-equipment company, which back then was headquartered in my hometown. But one of the perks was that some of the offices I had to clean were air-conditioned, so I’d goof off while working the evening shift by reading the books that the art department had strewn around their desks. That’s where I discovered Cape Light, a book of photographs by Joel Meyerowitz. I fell in love with that book at 18 years old, and I still keep a copy right next to my desk for when I need a soothing mental and visual break. My house is decorated with several large prints from the book.

The thing I loved as a teen that I hate now? Vintage arena rock. I was driving along the other day and the band Kansas came on the radio, and I thought: Wait—didn’t I used to love this stuff? The days when I would hear Asia or Kansas and turn the volume to 11 are long over for me. (Some things haven’t changed, however: I am infamous on social media for my love of the group Boston, and my disdain—which I have had since childhood—for Led Zeppelin.) [Related: More than an album cover (from 2015)]

The last debate I had about culture: I cannot pinpoint the last debate I had about culture, because so many people think my taste is so awful on so many things that it’s more like an ongoing project than a single debate. [Related: The complex psychology of why people like things (from 2016)]

A poem, or line of poetry, that I return to: I’m not literate enough to fully appreciate most poetry, but I was introduced to the work of Robert Lowell in college, and it stuck. Perhaps I feel a connection to him as a New Englander; I reread “For the Union Dead”—published in The Atlantic in 1960, the year of my birth—every year. But the line that kept coming back to me over the years, and now occurs to me more often as I age, is from “Terminal Days at Beverly Farms,” a very short poem in which Lowell paints a spare, melancholy, almost Edward Hopper–like portrait in words of his father’s last days as a retired naval officer. The old man, restless and in declining health, lived in Beverly Farms, on the North Shore of Massachusetts, an area where I had family and that I have loved since childhood. I have been to the “Maritime Museum in Salem” where his father spent many leisurely hours, and I have ridden the commuter trains to Boston whose tracks shone “like a double-barrelled shotgun through the scarlet late August sumac.”

But it’s the last line that gets to me, because it’s such a simple observation about the penultimate moments before death. I don’t mean to end here on a morbid note, because oddly, this line does not depress me. But I’ve often thought of it because it’s likely how most people die—without speeches or final declarations or drama.

Father’s death was abrupt and unprotesting.

His vision was still twenty-twenty.

After a morning of anxious, repetitive smiling,

his last words to Mother were:

“I feel awful.”

[Related: The difficult grandeur of Robert Lowell (from 1975)]

Read past editions of the Culture Survey with Amy Weiss-Meyer, Kaitlyn Tiffany, Bhumi Tharoor, Amanda Mull, Megan Garber, Helen Lewis, Jane Yong Kim, Clint Smith, John Hendrickson, Gal Beckerman, Kate Lindsay, Xochitl Gonzalez, Spencer Kornhaber, Jenisha Watts, David French, Shirley Li, David Sims, Lenika Cruz, Jordan Calhoun, Hannah Giorgis, and Sophie Gilbert.

The Week Ahead

1. Pretty Baby: Brooke Shields, a two-part documentary series on the former child model and actress (begins streaming Monday on Hulu)

2. A Living Remedy, a meditation on American inequality and the second memoir by the best-selling author and Atlantic contributing writer Nicole Chung (on sale Tuesday)

3. Air, from the director Ben Affleck, traces the blockbuster footwear collaboration between Nike and Michael Jordan that would cement both of their legacies (in theaters Wednesday)

Essay Illustration by Daniel Zender / The Atlantic. Source: Getty

A Tale of Maternal Ambivalence

By Daphne Merkin

Motherhood has always been a subject ripe for mythmaking, whether vilification or idealization. Although fictional accounts, from antiquity until today, have offered us terrible, even treacherous mothers, including Euripides’s Medea and Livia Soprano, depictions of unrealistically all-good mothers, such as Marmee from Little Women, are more common and provide a sense of comfort. Maternal characters on the dark end of the spectrum provoke our unease because their monstrous behavior so clearly threatens society’s standards for mothers. They show that mother love isn’t inevitable, and that veering off from the expected response to a cuddly new infant isn’t inconceivable.

If motherhood brings with it the burden of our projected hopes, new mothers are especially hemmed in by wishful imagery, presumed to be ecstatically bonding with their just-emerged infants as they suckle at milk-filled breasts, everything smelling sweetly of baby powder. The phenomenon of postpartum depression, for instance, a condition that affects 10 to 15 percent of women, has been given short shrift in literature and other genres when not ignored entirely. This is true as well when it comes to the evocation of maternal ambivalence, the less-than-wholehearted response to the birth of a child, which is mostly viewed as a momentary glitch in the smooth transition from pregnancy to childbirth to motherhood instead of being seen as a sign of internal conflict.

Read the full article.

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