Richard Owen (judge) - Life and Judicial Career

Life and Judicial Career

Born to an opera-loving attorney, he grew up in New York, New York. Owen was in the United States Army Air Corps from 1942–45, and then received an A.B. from Dartmouth College in 1945. He received an LL.B. from Harvard Law School in 1950, and entered private practice in New York City from 1950-53. He was also an assistant professor at New York Law School from 1951-53. In 1953, he became an assistant U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York, also serving as a special assistant U.S. attorney general in 1954. He was a senior trial attorney in the Antitrust Division of the U.S. Department of Justice from 1955-58. He returned to private practice in New York City from 1958–74, also working as associate counsel to the New York State Commission on Alcoholic Beverage Laws from 1963-64. His wife is an operatic soprano, Wisconsin-born Lynn Rasmussen Owen, whom he married in 1960.

On November 15, 1973, Owen was nominated by President Richard M. Nixon to a seat on the United States District Court for the Southern District of New York vacated by Edward C. McLean. Owen was confirmed by the United States Senate on December 13, 1973, and received his commission on December 19, 1973. He assumed senior status on September 30, 1989.

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