On Wednesday, I shall be lecturing about The Apology in my six week introduction to the Dialogues of Plato. In Volume Three of my Autobiography, and again six years ago on this blog, I recounted my faux-heroic moment in a Middlesex County courtroom, where I was defending myself pro se against the misdemeanor charge of Disorderly Conduct during an anti-apartheid protest. Old-timers on this blog will recall that I unsuccesfully sought to channel Socrates when called on to propose a punishment for myself after the jury handed down a verdict of Guilty.
While planning for the trial, the defendants met periodically in my rented Watertown condo. On a lark, I had T-shirts made up for all of us with the legend, in bright red letters, "FREE THE FOGG 19." I still have the shirt thirty-two years later, and on Wednesday, in an act of sartorial piety, I shall wear it to class.