Brett Kavanaugh Unleashed

I watched the whole, damn, disgusting spectacle on Thursday. I thought the painful part would be when Christine Blasey Ford testified about the sexual assault she accused Justice Brett Kavanaugh of perpetrating 36 years ago when she was 15 and he was 17. Although a #MeToo victim myself, which I wrote about in a former blogpost, I worried more about her and the many women out there who like Dr. Blasey, had suffered or are still suffering significant trauma. I was raped in my early twenties, but I haven't experienced the residual trauma that many others have. As Sarah Shulman explains it, "two people can have the same experience  and one can be devastated for life" but the other can move beyond it because of other factors each person brings to it. I found that watching Dr. Blasey's testimony —brave, measured, forthright, and authentic—wasn't painful, however; it was validation that although her assault had deeply affected her at different times in her life, she has a sense of purpose and composure that  compelled her to come forward as she put it, to do her "civic duty."
 
No, the painful part of yesterday's hearing was when Brett Kavanaugh sat in the witness chair. In either my political naivete or astuteness, one of which will be born out in next week's full senate hearing on his nomination to the Supreme Court, I thought Kavanaugh would come out prepared to woo the few Repubs who just might have a modicum of decency left to vote against him (or more likely, the constituency that forced them to vote against him). Like he presented himself at the initial hearings before the judicial committee: good Catholic student who went to a prestigious prep school who got into Yale law school on his academic record and then went on to work in Washington D.C. for George W. Bush and became a judge because of his brilliance as an attorney and married a wonderful woman and had two wonderful girls and coached their basketball teams because he's such a good guy.

Instead, Brett decided to come out as the Trumpster: mean, vicious, petulent, full of lies. You, know, the white man of privilege who thinks he's the victim when anyone gets in his way. He went on to reveal himself as the partisan hack he's been since he graduated from law school and joined forces with the cabal of conservatives that included Ann Coulter, Matt Drudge, and George Conway (Kellyanne's husband). He worked for Ken Starr on the Clinton investigations where numerous Justice Department policies were violated including leaks to journalists, particularly regarding Bill Clinton's sexual activities (which led a federal judge to commission an investigation into whether members of Starr’s staff violated the prohibitions on disclosing grand jury information). He was intimately involved in the conspiracy theory that Clinton deputy White House counsel Vince Foster had been murdered rather than committed suicide, tormenting Hilary and Foster's family. During his tenure as a White House staffer under George W. Bush he was accused of using stolen materials from Democratic senators' offices to help judicial nominees and then lied about it under oath during hearings. It's also likely he reviewed materials involving "enhanced interrogation" methods while in the Bush White House but because Trump withheld so many documents from the the 2018 Senate judicial committee no paper trail was evident.

He will bring his staunch conservative record displayed on the D.C Circuit Court of Appeals to the U.S Supreme Court: support of the Citizens United decision; desire to overturn or severely limit Roe v. Wade (he has said he considers contraception abortion); limiting government agencies the ability to enforce environmental, safety, and other regulations; immigration restrictions; support of gerrymandering; voter suppression; the list goes on and on.

So was his revelation of who he really is a calculated strategy or just a monster unleashed in panic mode? He said he had thrown out his prepared speech and rewritten it himself with no vetting the night before. But he lies, so we don't know if that's the truth or it that's part of the calculation, either. But Trump already has his back. So does every Republican on the judicial committee. Lindsay Graham broke out in a raving rant that the hearing was a "sham", a "circus", a "disgrace" and I think he threw in McCarthy as well, destroying this good man's name. He sounded a lot like Clarence Thomas. Oh how far we have come. Seems to me he was taking a big chance of putting Susan Collins and those other fence sitters in the public eye of those who realize that women like Dr. Blasey could be their daughters or sisters or granddaughters and we better fucking listen to them.

I couldn't bear to watch the hearings again on Friday but I turned it on just at the very end to hear the vote. Lo and behold, our fence sitter Jeff Flake, Republican who isn't running for Senate again and has nothing to lose and who likes to talk bravely but continues to vote for every pernicious bill that comes down the pipe, pulled a last minute punch. Just as they were set to vote, he asked for the floor and announced that he would vote no for Kavanaugh next week in the full senate vote unless Senate leader Mitch McConnell asks for a one week delay for an FBI reopening of an investigation into the allegations made during the senate judiciary hearings. But remember, there would have to be one more "no" vote to block Kavanaugh's nomination in the full Senate. Flake said he was willing to ask the White House to reopen the FBI investigation.

So the drama continues. Will wily Mitch McConnell figure out a way to wiggle out of this one so that injustice once again prevails? That is his modus operandi, of course, to win at all costs. As one of the senators on the committee said yesterday, Dr. Blasey, like Anita Hill, will be remembered for her courage and forthrightness. Unfortunately,  those who have damaged them personally and publicly will continue to do so until their power is broken and they are held to account. The #MeToo movement has done much to bring down some powerful figures in some powerful industries: Hollywood; broadcast media; print media; and a few others. If Kavanaugh is brought down, it will be the most important power figure to date because of the impact his tenure on the Supreme Court would have on the lives of so many people. It's still the tip of the iceberg, but if it could break a hole in that Titanic, a lot more of 'em could go down.

Thank God for Novels

While I was rereading For Whom the Bell Tolls John McCain died and I found out that it was his favorite book. That was a bit discombobulating, but understandable within the context of war and heroism and all that good stuff Hemingway writes about. But Jesus, all the other stuff that Hemingway writes about in that book blew me away: love, loyalty, the longing for freedom and liberty, betrayal, courage, friendship, women, politics, Communism, socialism, fascism, anarchism, terrorism, idealism suicide, and death.

Listening to just the stuff about war and heroism as applied to McCain for almost two solid weeks was a good lesson in reductive thinking. Because McCain, a hawk, war monger, misogynist, and neoconservative, was also one of the few Republicans who expressed any opposition to Trump, in death he became the untainted hero. Obama delivered one of the eulogies. All the Democrats spewed laudatory sound bites. All the mainstream news outlets ran patriotic story after story documenting his years as a tortured prisoner of war in Vietnam and his distinguished career in the Senate where he manufactured a reputation as a maverick—he had a contrarian streak that sometimes played out against his own team—despite never seeing a war he didn't like.

But I digress. For anyone who hasn't read Hemingway's book, or those of you who don't remember it that well, it's the story of the Spanish Civil War and a band of partizans assigned the task of blowing up a bridge as part of a larger offensive against the fascists. The story is told through the eyes of Robert Jordan, an American (the Spaniards refer to him as Inglés) who had been studying in Spain before joining the Republicans to fight the fascists. Hemingway takes 471 pages to tell what happens over the course of three days. That is what makes this novel so wonderful. While I digressed about John McCain, he digressed about everything possible pertaining to a small band of guerrillas living in a cave in the mountains caught up in a war that presaged an even more horrific fight against fascism that would engulf the world just a few years later.

Roberto (as he is lovingly called by Maria, the young woman rescued by the guerillas after her family is shot by the fascists) questions everything in his stream of consciousness and flashbacks: why is he here, who are these people, can they be trusted, who is he to question their trust, how has this war come to be, will the communists, anarchists, and Trotskyites destroy the movement with their internecine bickering, will he and Maria live to walk the fascist free streets of Madrid as husband and wife? Yet minute by minute, hour by hour he must focus on how he is going to blow up a bridge when the Republican offensive begins and then figure out how the hell they're all going to get down from the mountains to safety.

It was such a pleasure to read as a distraction from John McCain's death and Trump's rants and Brett Kavanaugh's hearing before the Senate Judiciary Committee as the Republicans push through his nomination to the Supreme Court. This appointment is not made by Congress anymore; it's made by the Federalist Society and the Heritage Foundation, which draws up the list of potential conservative nominees to present to the president who then chooses the one he thinks will fulfill all his promises made to his base: overturn or severely limit Roe v. Wade, protect the president from prosecution, limit government agencies from enacting environmental and safety regulation, etc. etc.

But again I digress. I guess it just goes to show that our attention is riveted by this unbelievably strange vortex that sucks us deeper into a world we never thought we'd witness, but upon analysis was barrelling along all the time setting us up for the Trumpster. But wait! Another bomb. Kavanaugh has been accused of sexual assault by a professor in California back when they were in high school. Another disgusting Republican conservative who not only wants to control women's bodies by policy but apparently by physical force as well. Good thing I started rereading Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse: about as different as you can get in so many ways from For Whom the Bell Tolls but so beautifully written and actually just as incisive a look into the human condition. No, Virginia, there's no Santa Claus, but there's still beauty in the world and I'm going to stay out of the vortex for two hours a day with the another Virginia who's even better than Santa.