Kezia clerks for Judge Patricia Monroe of the Southern District of New York.Samuel calls her on a Thursday evening in April after the Diane paintings go up and the boulevard trees are back and the case that mattered has closed the way cases that matter should close. He tells her about the courthouse painting. He describes the five figures. The specific postures of women standing in the room that is theirs.She listens.She does not interrupt.When he finishes, she says, "I know the right wall.""Tell me," he says."The third floor corridor," she says. "Outside the courtrooms where employment discrimination cases are heard. Families wait there for hours sometimes. They sit on benches, and they look at the walls." She pauses. "The walls have nothing on them. They have been nothing for thirty years." Another pause. "They should have something.""Yes," he says. "They should.""I will talk to Judge Monroe," she says. "She has been wanting to address the corridor walls for two years. She s
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