
A Profile of Jane Moran
October 20, 2003 by Sandy Wells
'There's nothing I wanted to do that I didn't try"
The former actress works in a homey office on the second floor of a
converted movie house in downtown Williamson. Her arthritic retriever, Lulu,
snoozes beside the secretary’s desk.
In this laid-back, unpretentious setting, public-interest lawyer Jane
Moran diligently works to protect children, poor people, mistreated workers
and victims of domestic violence.
On Saturday, she will be in San Francisco accepting accolades from the
Benchmark Institute, a nonprofit training organization for advocacy lawyers.
A core teacher at Benchmark since 1986, she will reign as honored guest at
the group’s “Celebration 2003” fund-raiser.
Her legal accomplishments keep mounting — prestigious committee
appointments, chairmanships, cases before the West Virginia and U.S. supreme
courts.
More intriguing are the fortuitous twists that brought her here, from
Illinois to New York to California and, finally, to West Virginia in 1975.
Using perfect diction honed in childhood elocution lessons, she recounts
how the death of Jack Kennedy imbued her with a sense of social
responsibility that overpowered her passion for acting.
Her performing skills pay off in court, of course.
She’s 68.
“I’m an Irish Catholic girl from the cornfields of Illinois. When I was
about 7 or 8, I decided I wanted to be an actress. The first time I
performed, I was in the second grade. We’d put together a little play. The
teacher had two little girls she liked, and we both wanted the lead, so she
made us twins. We were to say everything at the same time.
“When I saw all those people out there, it terrified me. I forgot all my
lines and just followed the other girl around. After that, I understood, and
it was never a problem again.
“After a year of undergraduate school at the University of Iowa, my
professor got me a summer stock job in Massachusetts. Within a week, I
called my mother and said I was going to New York. I didn’t find out until I
was 35 that acting was what my mother wanted to do more than anything. She
was a teacher. My dad was a civil engineer. He died when I was a senior in
high school. I don’t think he would have allowed it.
“For the next 12 years, I managed to earn my living as an actress, mostly
on stage. This was a significant accomplishment, and I enjoyed every minute
of it.
“But by the early 1960s, a lot was happening. I was very enamored of John
Kennedy. When he was killed, it made me start to think about my
responsibility to people around me.
“I decided I would take a year off and join VISTA. They sent me to the
South Side of Chicago to teach me how to be a neighborhood organizer. Martin
Luther King was just ascending, and his operation was there, so it was a
very exciting place to learn.
“VISTA sent me to Springfield, Mass., where I was a neighborhood
organizer in a public housing project. At the end of the year, I joined the
regional VISTA staff and traveled.
“I wanted to go on with social and political work. If I ever went back to
school, I wanted to go to UCLA. After three years with VISTA, I had no
money, so I thought I would volunteer for Robert Kennedy’s campaign and
check community colleges. Then, they killed Robert Kennedy. I was already
moving in that direction, so I started going to Los Angeles City College. I
went to school around the calendar until June 1975, when I graduated from
Loyola Law School.
“When I was doing neighborhood organizing, I realized how much we needed
a lawyer, what a valuable tool it was for poor people who are kind of
disenfranchised.
“Doing things in front of people from the time I was a child makes it
very comfortable for me in court. Acting is a study of what you do to make
people, a jury, feel what you want them to feel — sad, happy, hurt, angry.
Acting gives me an understanding of what I need to make happen to get that
response.
“Most of all, acting is the only profession I know that teaches you how
to concentrate. The whole essence of method acting is learning to focus on a
goal to the exclusion of everything around you, and that is very effective
in a courtroom.
“When I went back to school, I took as many community college credits as
would transfer to UCLA. UCLA didn’t have a program that would allow me to
work part time. I thought maybe I’d work for a year and go back. If I’d lost
that momentum, I’m not sure I would have gotten back into it.
“But there’s always been a push from somewhere to do what I’ve done. The
last day for registration, I got a letter from an Iowa insurance company
saying my Uncle Billy had died and had named me the beneficiary on a policy.
It was enough to pay my tuition and books for two years at UCLA.
“When I wanted to go to law school, I was a tenth of a point from Phi
Beta Kappa and couldn’t get an interview. The bottom fell out of the space
industry that year, and all the engineers in California were going to law
school. At the last minute, I got a call from Loyola saying they had a night
class opening, but they had to have my tuition. I had no money.
“Waiting in the mailbox was a letter from the same insurance company
about a second insurance policy from my Uncle Billy. If there was any
question that I was supposed to be a lawyer, I was absolutely sure when that
second check showed up.
“When I graduated from Loyola, I hoped I never had to live in a big city
again. I took trips through the Southwest visiting Indian reservations and
rural legal services programs. I had an offer from an area down in Arizona
that was 75 miles from the nearest movie theater. I decided I’d better give
it some thought. They gave me a week.
“On the sixth day, I was going to take the job. But the postman came with
a letter from a Jim Boomer. He’d just come from Phoenix to direct Mingo
County Legal Services. My résumé had been passed into his hands, and he
wanted me to call. I thought it was so fortuitous that this letter should
arrive just minutes before I took the other job.
“I never looked back. I’ve been in Williamson since 1975, except when I
went up to the law school to teach for two and a half years, and it’s the
best decision I made in my entire life. This is where I’m supposed to be. It
felt good from the first day I was here.
“Coming in as a federally funded lawyer, people don’t quite understand
what you’re doing. In the late 1970s, we had the terrible flood. Everybody’s
offices were wiped out. Because we were legal service officers, my partner
Mike Kelly and I were the two lawyers available at the FEMA center. From
that point, people began to accept us. Our strangeness went away. So when I
came back from WVU to go into private practice, I had a place cut out for
me.
“My first judge from the time I came to Williamson was Bob Staker, now a
federal judge in semi-retirement. You couldn’t have anybody better for your
first five years out of law school. He taught you how to be a lawyer.
“I was one of the first local women to practice in this court, and he
made every effort to help me work myself into the Bar. At that time, a woman
had to be twice as good as a man to be on an even playing field.
“When I was running the Appalachian Research and Defense Fund office, we
couldn’t get into appointed cases, which would include criminal cases,
abuse, neglect, juvenile delinquency. When I came back, my judge was Elliott
Maynard, now a Supreme Court justice. He started appointing me to abuse and
neglect cases. Then he designated me as the lawyer to represent children.
“That gave me an opportunity to go to the Supreme Court and change the
law, and the Supreme Court got to know me and associated me with this. It
also meant I was being paid by the public defender’s office. That was the
financial support I needed to do all the free stuff I do for the government.
“The wonderful thing about my life is, there’s nothing I wanted to do
that I didn’t try. I may not have succeeded, but at least I don’t have
anything hanging there that I think, oh, I wish I’d tried that.
“I have absolutely no regrets about not marrying. I might regret not
having a child, but I have so many children whose lives I’ve affected. Maybe
that’s what was supposed to happen. Those were my children.”
To contact staff writer Sandy Wells, call 348-5173 or
e-mail sandyw@wvgazette.com.
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