Apparently this happened last week:
The Department of Justice (DOJ) on Friday filed a motion for summary judgment in response to a Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) lawsuit aimed at the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s (FBI) controversial supplemental background check on Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh.
This means the FBI wants the case, initiated by Buzzfeed, dismissed. We know already how the FBI limited its investigation into the Supreme Court justice nominee, an attitude that was, shall we say, careless given the case of Kavanaugh’s mysteriously vanishing debt. If you have elite credentials, this chain of events gets dismissed as sour grapes, not even when you point out how the powerful take care of their own. The swamp which Donald Trump’s voters, in an attempt to hide or justify their racism, wanted him to drain remains a mephitic bog.
Yet we’re supposed to get over it. In a stirring column, Dahlia Lithwick admits she can’t:
I wish we could have learned what Brett Kavanaugh has actually done, said, worked on, enabled, covered for, empowered. Perhaps the next book will reveal more. Perhaps the one after that. The collective public conclusion of the most recent book, by Kate Kelly and Robin Pogrebin, seems to be that he was a sloppy, reckless, drunk youth who has largely become better, and that it is perhaps unfair to hold men to standards that we somehow always forgive when they are still boys. We didn’t get to have that conversation either. And the people who most deserve to decide whether he is, in fact, cured of these alleged acts of youthful carelessness, violence, and predation—the women who say he has harmed them—have, other than Ford, neither been heard nor recognized. I’m not certain they subscribe to the narrative that he was a naughty boy now recovered. He spent his confirmation hearing erasing them, and his boosters and fans have made their lives since unbearable. At any rate, they are also powerless, now, to change what has occurred.
John Roberts, new swing vote, made this happen, ensured this would happen by appointing a panel to investigate the allegations which he knew would be powerless to censure Kavanaugh once Roberts had administered the oath. More privilege. More nepotism. More swap.
It is not my job to decide if Brett Kavanaugh is guilty. It’s impossible for me to do so with incomplete information, and with no process for testing competing facts. But it’s certainly not my job to exonerate him because it’s good for his career, or for mine, or for the future of an independent judiciary. Picking up an oar to help America get over its sins without allowing for truth, apology, or reconciliation has not generally been good for the pursuit of justice. Our attempts to get over CIA torture policies or the Iraq war or anything else don’t bring us closer to truth and reconciliation. They just make it feel better—until they do not.
To the Steve Rattners and “Morning” Joes and millions of American voters who think Trump is an aberration: wait until Trump is out of office or has died after a seventh helping of cottage cheese blocked his carotid artery.