02/18/2026
A Black man born in 1889 in Kentucky became one of the longest-practicing attorneys in American history, and most people have never heard his name.
He was never finished.
That is the thread running through every chapter of John Morton-Finney's life, a man who treated learning not as a credential to be collected or a status to be displayed but as a practice as essential and as ongoing as breathing, something you kept doing because the world kept offering more to understand.
He was born on June 25, 1889, in Flemingsburg, Kentucky, one of seven children, entering the world in the post-Reconstruction South at a moment when the promises made to Black Americans after the Civil War were being systematically dismantled and the infrastructure of white supremacy was hardening back into place across every institution that touched Black life.
Before he ever set foot in a university classroom, Morton-Finney served his country in uniform, enlisting in the 24th Infantry Regiment of the United States Army and fighting in the Philippines before receiving an honorable discharge in 1914.
The 24th Infantry was one of the Buffalo Soldier regiments, composed of Black soldiers who served with distinction in conflicts abroad while returning to a country that denied them the basic rights they had risked their lives to defend, a contradiction that defined the experience of Black military service across the first half of the twentieth century.
Morton-Finney came home from that service and went to school.
He earned his first degree from Lincoln College in Jefferson City, Missouri in 1916, and then he went to work, joining the faculty at Crispus Attucks High School in Indianapolis, the segregated institution that would become one of the most celebrated Black high schools in the country.
He taught foreign languages at Crispus Attucks and eventually became dean of foreign languages, spending forty-seven years shaping the minds of Black youth in Indianapolis with the conviction that education was not a luxury or a privilege but the most durable form of power available to people the system was designed to exclude.
Forty-seven years.
While he taught, he kept learning.
Morton-Finney accumulated degrees from multiple institutions across the decades of his teaching career, pursuing graduate education while working full time in the way that Black scholars of his era frequently had to, fitting academic ambition into the margins of lives already filled with work and responsibility.
He completed all the requirements for a Ph.D. in Education at Indiana University and then made a decision that reveals something essential about the nature of his curiosity: he turned the degree down.
He had decided he wanted to study law instead.
This was not the pivot of a young man with unlimited time ahead of him, it was the decision of a man already deep into a full professional life who looked at what remained of his years and chose to use them pursuing something new rather than resting on the considerable credentials he had already accumulated.
He earned his first law degree from Lincoln College in 1935 and passed the Indiana bar that same year, entering private practice while continuing to teach.
He earned his J.D. from Indiana University in 1946 at the age of fifty-seven, the same age at which many professionals are beginning to contemplate the end of their careers rather than a new degree in a demanding field.
Morton-Finney's legal career grew steadily, eventually earning him the right to argue cases before the Indiana Supreme Court, and he kept building the credentials to match his expanding ambitions.
At seventy-five, he earned another academic degree from Butler University, adding to a collection that would eventually total eleven across institutions and disciplines, a record that speaks not to credential-chasing but to a genuinely insatiable intellectual appetite that found new terrain to explore well into old age.
In 1972, at eighty-three years old, John Morton-Finney was admitted to practice law before the United States Supreme Court, the highest legal tribunal in the country, gaining access to an institution that had spent much of his lifetime as an instrument of Black Americans' oppression and that he was now qualified to argue before on their behalf.
At ninety-six, he received a Doctor of Letters degree from Lincoln University, the institution where his formal academic journey had begun eight decades earlier.
He was inducted into the National Bar Association Hall of Fame in 1991.
He retired from the practice of law in 1996 at the age of one hundred and seven, closing a legal career that had spanned more than six decades and making him one of the longest-practicing attorneys in the history of the United States.
He died in 1998 at one hundred and eight years old, having lived through Reconstruction's collapse, two World Wars, the Great Depression, the civil rights movement, desegregation, and the turn toward the twenty-first century, carrying across all of it a commitment to learning and service that never found a reason to stop.
The arc of Morton-Finney's life sits in direct confrontation with every assumption the society of his birth made about what a Black man from Kentucky born in 1889 was capable of or entitled to become.
He was not supposed to accumulate eleven degrees in a country that had made Black education a site of deliberate restriction and violence.
He was not supposed to argue before the Indiana Supreme Court or the United States Supreme Court in a legal system that had been used for most of his lifetime to enforce Black subjugation.
He was not supposed to keep going at seventy-five and eighty-three and ninety-six and one hundred and seven, not because his body would not allow it but because the world around him had never been designed to make room for the full expression of what he was.
He made the room himself, year after year, degree by degree, case by case, and he kept making it until he was ready to stop.
Black history is full of lives like John Morton-Finney's, lives of such extraordinary duration and productivity and quiet determination that they humble every excuse the present can manufacture for settling for less than what we are capable of.
He taught Black children for forty-seven years that education was worth pursuing.
Then he spent the rest of his century proving it.
His name belongs in our memory, spoken with the full weight of one hundred and seven years of showing up and never, not once, deciding that he had already learned enough.
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