SOME PEOPLE ENVY WEALTH, OR POWER, OR FAME. Me, I always envied my mother’s ability to raise just one eyebrow. We might be in the midst of some family gathering and, suddenly, I would see that one eyebrow go up as she stared in my direction. I must have done something, or said something, about which she was now raising her objection. That crooked eyebrow evoked my conscience which, at my young age, was definitely a work in progress. I wasn’t a sociopath, but I had my own ideas about what was right and wrong, and I was struggling to bring those ideas into some form or shape sufficient to keep me from running afoul of the law or, more practically, my mother. “The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule,” wrote Harper Lee, “is a person’s conscience.” And me, although a definite supporter of the democratic process, I wasn’t always in step with what the majority was after. Regimentation always offended me. I was in Army ROTC, but quit. I had a legislative internship, but quit. As a public defender, I spent a few years representing felony defendants, but quit doing that, as I found that I could no longer continue to shelve my moral repugnance at what many of them had done. I discovered, finally, my conscience, I suppose. I got a few guilty people off, and I could see my mother’s eyebrow go up.