Note: By the time this column runs, events may have occurred resolving the issue of the Supreme Court nomination of Brett Kavanaugh.
I remember that night vividly. I remember going on a blind date. I remember him having three martinis before our dinner arrived. When he ordered the fourth I excused myself to go to the lady’s room to figure out what to do.
I remember telling him I was ill, and I would grab a cab; that he should stay and have his dinner. I remember him throwing a wad of bills on the table grabbing my arm and hauling me out of the restaurant saying he would take me home.
Everything happened so quickly. What I think most people don’t understand is the confusion and the fear. And, it all happens so very quickly. A helplessness at not being able to concentrate on getting out of the situation is almost debilitating.
Before I could take control of events, he had me in his car and we were driving…not in the direction of my apartment. I told him to let me out. His said he had just redecorated his apartment and I would love it.
As we pulled to a stop at an intersection, I told him I was not going to his apartment. He turned to face me and backhanded my face throwing me into the door where I yanked the handle and fell out of the car. Thankfully, there was a cab stopped adjacent to us and I managed to get in screaming out my address; asking the driver to hurry.
I can’t tell you the name of the restaurant. I know that it was in “Old Town” in Chicago. I can’t tell you anything about anyone else that was in that restaurant. That was 45 years ago, but I remember in crystal clear detail all of my interaction with my date.
I told no one except, my now husband, Drew.
I am positive that none of the other diners in that restaurant have any recollection of that specific evening. They probably don’t even remember being there; nothing unusual happened to them. But, something horrific happened to me and I will never forget it.
I believe Dr. Ford’s account of what happened with Brett Kavanaugh, which has left her scarred for all of these years.
Having said that, like Brett Kavanaugh; my assailant has led an apparently exemplar adult life since. My “date” is married, reputable, a family man…who no longer drinks, according to mutual friends.
But, what I think are the broader questions surrounding this appointment that we should be asking are:
Should actions from our youth be used against us as adults? God knows, I wouldn’t want to be judged now for many of my youthful actions!
And, since we are the only nation with a “high court” that appoints jurists for life; is it time to instate term limits for our Supreme Court Justices?
To the first question…I have no answer. Every case is different. To the second, absolutely. Term limits just make sense and could very well alleviate some of the partisanship of these appointments.
No matter how the investigations and questioning proceed; no matter how the inevitable circus surrounding Judge Kavanaugh’s nomination concludes; there are only two people that know the truth.
What a supreme dilemma.