Don’t subpoena me, bro

I’ve got a pen and I’ve got notes, to borrow a phrase. I have notes of comments made by President Trump at the White House reception for conservative media on April 24. I used my notes to write up my account of the reception for Power Line readers in “At the White House with Trump.”

Now in a scenario out of Twilight Zone or The Outer Limits, I am awaiting service of a subpoena by lawyers for plaintiffs in the “travel ban” litigation that will take my notes away from me. They’ll let me keep my pen.

The story seems to me illustrative of the will to power of the left as it flexes its muscle on campus, in the media, in the administrative state and in the courts. I can’t quite say, with Steely Dan, “Don’t Take Me Alive.” I can say, however, “Don’t subpoena me, bro.”

I intend to object to the subpoena, as I am entitled to do under the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure. Lin won’t get my notes without a trip to the United States District Court for the District of Minnesota. There I will get a fair hearing.

I am grateful to City Journal editors Brian Anderson, Paul Beston and Seth Barron for letting me tell the story so far and lending me their hands to smooth it out. Please check it out here.


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