I can still remember snippets of watching Anita Hill and Clarence Thomas testify 27 years ago. At the time, Hill’s stoicism under fire was impressive. She didn’t devolve into a puddle of tears, but held her own under fire. Thomas’ scorched-earth response, “a high-tech lynching,” was his only way out. The rest is history.
The reopened hearing for Brett Kavanaugh, on the other hand, happened at a different time in history, a time when a confluence of influence created the worst possible moment to discern the hearing’s putative goal, to determine whether Kavanaugh, as a teen, sexually assaulted Christine Blasey Ford. Not only was Kavanaugh feared as the justice who was hated as he would “cause women to die,” a nominee of a president who was “literally Hitler,” but at the junction of #MeToo and a national need for emotional catharsis.
The hearing was a botch, as anyone who wasn’t married to the mob knew it would be. The “scary sex prosecutor” questioning Ford was a dud, scoring no points and floundering through the examination with no discernible purpose. In fairness, the mechanics of five minutes of question, following by a Democratic senator giving a speech about beatification, wasn’t conducive to meaningful questioning, but it was still Rachel Mitchell’s job to find a way to make it happen. She didn’t. Continue reading
