Holy Hullabaloos

  • July 24, 2009
    BookTalk
    Holy Hullabaloos
    A Road Trip to the Battlegrounds of the Church/State Wars
    By: 
    Jay Wexler, Professor of Law, Boston University School of Law
    I remember practically the exact moment when I came up with the idea for Holy Hullabaloos. I was sitting on my gray couch reading Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell, really enjoying her bizarre road trip to all these places having something to do with the country's three non-Kennedy-related-presidential-assassinations (Lincoln, McKinley, Garfield) when I suddenly realized-hey, I can go on a road trip too! I was about to begin a sabbatical after six years of teaching church/state law, and what better way to spend my time than to go check out these places I had been teaching about and writing about for so long? I had always wondered what the Hasidic community of Kiryas Joel was like (was everyone there a Satmar?). I had always wanted to view some legislative prayers (how many people were on the Senate floor during the prayer?). I had always wanted to see a Friday Night Lights football game at Santa Fe High School in East Texas (are they still praying before kickoff even after Santa Fe v. Doe?). I think I got up from the couch and started knocking out the proposal that very day.

    It's one thing to take a road trip and see a bunch of places, though, and quite another to discover stuff that people might want to read about. In the back of my head I think I always knew that I would have to actually talk to some people in these places if the book was going to be at all interesting. But since I'm kind of an anti-social weirdo, the prospect of interviewing people was kind of terrifying. I hadn't conducted an interview since junior year of high school, when I interviewed Mr. Robinson, a young new physics teacher at our school. I asked him if he wanted to teach for his entire career, and he told me he planned at some point to go back to grad school. Unfortunately, in the paper "grad school" came out as "grade school," and Robinson, who was already kind of struggling as it was, subsequently lost control of his class entirely. Oops.