Janelle Brooks grew up at the corner of Pacific and Seventh in Long Beach.
Her mother, Diane Brooks Park, taught third grade at Edison Elementary for
thirty-one years. Her father, Yong-Su Park, drove a city bus for the Long
Beach Transit Authority and read four newspapers cover to cover before
dinner.
The household was loud and serious. Her grandmother on her mother's side
had organized for the International Longshore and Warehouse Union in the
1950s and would remind anyone within earshot, at any holiday, that there
is a difference between feeling sorry for working people and standing next
to them. Janelle remembers being eleven, holding a stack of leaflets for a
school board recall, and being corrected on the difference.
She read law in college because it seemed the most direct route from a
well-argued case to a changed outcome. She read it again at Yale because
she suspected she was wrong and wanted to know why. She was not wrong.
She was incomplete. The cases changed outcomes. The cases by themselves
did not change the law that produced the outcomes. That was the gap she
spent the next eighteen years trying to close, first by litigating and
eventually by deciding to legislate.