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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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911020
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Sunday, October 20, 1991
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METRO FINAL
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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SEX THE RINGMASTER IN HEARINGS CIRCUS
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A week ago I was racing through an airport and noticed a crowd of people
around a coffee shop television.  This was a Saturday afternoon, and I figured
it must be a football game.

  I was wrong.  All those people were watching the Clarence Thomas-Anita
Hill hearings, hanging on every word. I found this at first encouraging. And
then kind of sad. For once, in a nation full of trivial pursuit,  we, the
people, were discussing politics. 

  But the reason was sex.
  That may prove the real shame of the whole Thomas controversy, that it
took  large breasts, pubic hair and someone named Long  Dong Silver to get us
even momentarily interested in our law-making process. Face it. Without the
sex, this was just another political debate, and most Americans would rather
watch soap operas. Only  when the hearings became soap opera did those same
Americans find their interest, shall we say, aroused?
  So enraptured were we with who was lying, however -- him or her? Did she
want it? Was he  after it? -- that we overlooked the most important questions:
What kind of judge was Thomas? Where did he stand on issues? Why was he
nominated in the first place, and did he deserve to be a Supreme  Court
justice for life -- helping shape America for the next 30 to 40 years -- based
on his record? The answer has nothing to do with pubic hair.
Issues forgotten
  But that became the focus. Time  magazine called the hearing "an ugly
circus." Yet if Hill was theater, she was just another act.
  Go back to July, when President Bush first nominated Thomas. He said he was
"picking the best man  for the job based on merits." 
  Come on. That was surely theater. Black and white groups alike will tell
you a 43-year-old judge with a short history on the bench and an even shorter
list of written  opinion is hardly the best man "based on merits." There are
many more qualified people, of all races and sexes. Bush chose Thomas for two
reasons: 1) He liked his conservative views, and 2) Thomas is  black. There is
nothing inherently wrong with No. 2, by the way. Thomas would take the place
of Thurgood Marshall, a black man, who is retiring. It seems only fair in a
democratic country that blacks  have a voice on the nation's highest court
(the same holds for Hispanics, Asians and other minority groups).
  But wouldn't it have been better -- and more honest -- for Bush to say
this, much the  way Lyndon Johnson told the nation when he appointed Marshall
in 1967: "It is the right thing to do, and the right time to do it"? 
  Instead, Bush began with a song and dance, and it just continued.
  Thomas went before the Senate and turned into a clam. He avoided all tough
questions. Is this proper behavior for a Supreme Court nominee?  Incredibly,
Thomas said of Roe vs. Wade, the abortion issue  -- maybe the biggest reason
he was nominated -- "I have no opinion." No opinion?  That makes one man in
America.
  Thomas was acting, too, having been coached by White House handlers in the
art of  political theater. Why was he so shocked when his opponents played the
same game? 
Soapbox for Senate 
  When Anita Hill came forward, Thomas suddenly rediscovered his voice. He
got angry. He accused  the Senate of a "high-tech lynching for uppity blacks."
This argument loses steam when you realize Hill is black. But words such as
"lynching" are tinderboxes. And Thomas knew it.
  Meanwhile, Republican  senators were enjoying the fact that, for once,
they could accuse Democrats of being racist and anti-liberal, and maybe steal
some of the black voters who traditionally went the other way. So on prime
time TV, we saw a disgraceful display of showmanship, speeches that had far
more to do with getting reelected than with wisely selecting a judge. That was
the issue, wasn't it? Wisely selecting a judge? 
  Too late. The focus, like a circus spotlight, had jumped to one of the
sideshows, the one about sex. And there it stayed.
  Eventually, Thomas was approved by the narrowest of margins, 52-48.  This
begged for a heated debate: 1) Shouldn't becoming a Supreme Court justice
require at least a two-thirds majority? 2) Should the Supreme Court have a
minimum age? 3) Should we limit the terms of  justices? 4) How can we de-
politicize the nomination process?
  Unfortunately, nobody has sex in these issues, so they went unspoken. 
  And now Thomas is on the court. We can only hope he shows wisdom, but most
Americans will never know, since they rarely read Supreme Court opinions. Next
time I see a crowd around an airport TV, it will probably be a touchdown or a
porn star on Oprah Winfrey's  show. And maybe the saddest lesson from
Thomas-Hill will be just this: Titillation makes us tick.
  I wish the Supreme Court could do something about that one.
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