I wish Christine Blasey Ford had not read "I am terrified" from a script.
I wish Brett Kavanaugh had showed everybody how
courts had to look at such a case, seeing it, after all the convincing, heart-wrenching
testimony, after all the coincidence with the great cause of abused women and
the tawdry cause of Trump Republicans, as still a she-said-he-said problem,
even-steven until somebody could produce corroborating testimony.
I wish that Brett Kavanaugh, if he had to go into
his emotional plea, would have waited until after he had ended his judicial
analysis with a demonstration that there was no corroborating testimony — to
the deed, not to anyone's feelings.
I wish that the prosecutor had held to the one relevant line of questioning,
"Does it corroborate or give outside support in any way?" If, for example, Ford had remembered who the driver was of
the car that took her home after she had run down the stairs in distress, that
person could have given support to her story — "Yes, she was in a distressed state."
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