I believe Christine Blasey Ford; I believe Brett Kavanaugh did precisely what she accuses him of doing. My reasons for offering this expression of my beliefs are quite simple: Brett Kavanaugh has done everything possible–especially during his ludicrous interview to Fox News yesterday–to indicate to me that he not only did what Ford alleges he did, but that this kind of behavior was par for the course for him and his drunken prep school buddies. (As various other testimonials about his rapey and drunken belligerent behavior on other occasions seem to confirm.) I’m not convicting Brett Kavanaugh in any legal domain and of course, were the Senate not to vote in favor his nomination, they would not be doing so either–they would merely be letting him continue in his present position at the highly prestigious Federal Appeals Circuit as a judge; still, given these two sources of information available to me about what happened some thirty-six years ago, I’m inclined to find one of the pair named in my opening sentence above vastly more credible.
Ford, that is. Not the dude who looks like just about every other rich, privileged, self-satisfied, smug, drunken frat boy it has been my misfortune to either personally encounter or read about. There is a history to these matters, and in almost every single reckoning, dudes like Brett Kavanaugh are the guilty ones, yet almost always unpunished, and women like Ford, who have been assaulted or harassed, are forced to suffer further indignities. (Three women friends of mine have been raped; not one of them ever filed a report. Their rapists still walk free.)
Seeing isn’t believing. Most of the knowledge we claim about the world comes from testimony, written or otherwise. I know the sun is 93 million miles from the earth; reliable, authoritative, scientific sources tell me so. I know Napoleon came to power in 1799; reliable historical sources tell me so. Neither of these claims graduated to the status of knowledge via a courtroom; they went through ‘standard epistemic channels’: statement, corroboration (possibly via other testimonials), confirmation by taking actions based on the truth of these propositions, and so on. If we were to examine the corpus of our beliefs, we would find that the grounds we have for believing them are exceedingly varied; very few of them have been vetted by any kind of legal standard. There is no reason to hold, as many obfuscators would have us do, that the grounds for rejecting Kavanaugh’s nomination should be a ‘conviction’ by the standards of a criminal court. It should merely be enough that we find ourselves agnostic no longer, and inclined to believe one account. On which we could base our future actions. Like we do every single day of our lives. Context matters, yes, and this is a nomination process for the next Supreme Court Justice. But it is no more, and no less, than a highly dramatized job interview. There are no criminal penalties here. Our standards should be appropriately configured.
And when I do that, I find that I”m in a very familiar epistemic situation: on one side, a graduate of an institution–a fucking petri dish for toxic masculinity–that breeds and confirms privilege, which condones drunken behavior, imbued with a sense of entitlement, allegedly engaging in a species of behavior that is, by all historical and cultural accounts, very common to such places, and on the other side, a woman alleging an assault whose parameters sound very familiar, and who did not speak up for years because she feared precisely the reaction sent her way by the Republican Party.
The evidence is in: Brett Kavanaugh is a lying, rapey, fratboy.
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Chopra is a mind-reader…or so he thinks he is. Every day tens of thousands of young girls and women are asssaulted, raped, left pregnant , left with STDs, pregnant..sold into sexual slavery…doesn’t bother Chopra..nope..he’s worried about rich frat boys groping rich frat girls. Nauseating. Sylvia Honig
Your line of reasoning seems really wild here. Reading what you wrote, I can see you didn’t mention all the young boys sold into sexual slavery, so by your logic, that means it doesn’t bother you? I hope you’ll agree that this is a questionable inference.
I’m sure you do care about such things, just as Samir does.
this kind of pablum is beneath you. Regardless of political stripes, I hold you in higher regard than this. This is really disappointing. You’re better than this, and you have a vocabulary big enough to express yourself in a better way. Be a better person.
Not personally into the matter, but here’s what a friend from US had to say . . . . .
36 Years Later…
Please note Dr Ford’s picture with none other than George Soros himself at the end. Makes one wonder…
Party was held, who she was with or how she got home. She was drinking and said nothing to anyone. 1983, 1984, 1985, 1986, 1987, 1988, 1989, 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002… She said nothing. July 25, 2003: President George W. Bush nominated Kavanaugh to the United States Court of Appeals for the D.C Circuit… She said nothing. 2004, 2005… She said nothing. May 11, 2006: The United States Senate Committee on the Judiciary recommended confirmation. Kavanaugh subsequently confirmed by the United States Senate… She said nothing. June 1, 2006: Kavanaugh sworn in by Justice Anthony Kennedy… She said nothing. 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011… She said nothing. 2012… She remembered ‘something’ happened in 1982, yet doesn’t name Kavanaugh, still said nothing to authorities. 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017 – She becomes an anti-trump activist. 2018 – Now 36 years later, with Kavanaugh’s SCOTUS confirmation looming, she pens an anonymous letter with grave accusations against Kavanaugh regarding foggy circumstance that occurred while they were both minors, then reveals herself and DEMANDS an FBI investigation before testifying to her incredible allegations?
Who does she think she is?…….and then there’s this picture of her and George Soros…hmmm….Can anyone else see what’s REALLY going on here?
The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis. Dante
I went to high school with kids like Special K. Your analysis sounds about right to me.
‘Special K’ – that’s a good one. Those kids were the worst.