Eddie Haskell. The slick bully who knew how to work authority. The bully on the 1950s television series Leave It to Beaver who knew to ingratiate himself to the parents of Beaver. The on-the-surface squeaky clean neighbor who was a tyrant.
The character of Eddie Haskell came to mind as I pondered the hearings for Judge Brett Kavanaugh to become a judge on the Supreme Court. As I watched him during the first hearing when he introduced his championship CYO girls’ basketball team members (or at least some of them), I wondered why he and the parents of the girls had them present at such an event. Yet, there they were all dressed in their crisp Catholic school uniforms, silently testifying for Judge Kavanaugh. I continued, like many Americans, to listen to his presentation of himself and the questions posed to him from Senators. His performance was well packaged, just like Eddie Haskell’s when he complimented Beaver’s mother on her dress. Like Eddie, Judge Kavanaugh deflected attention from himself in order to place blame elsewhere, such as answering questions from Senator Leahy concerning the Miranda stolen information. Be nice. Be clean. Be above any muddy fray. Talk of your outward self, not that inside one.
On his second televised performance, Judge Kavanaugh showed us his truer self. He admitted some things such as to drinking lots of beer during high school, of “going to sleep” but never passing out from the quantity of alcohol consumed. And his anger ruled because he, the bully, had been caught: not in an action, but in dishonesty. His true self was exposed not just regarding Dr. Ford, but the Miranda thief, also. He is, in my opinion, not truthful about any of these situations. How could he, counsel for the White House, not suspected that the Miranda information he received was not suspect? He denies knowing so, thus, in my mind, he is not wise enough to sit on the Supreme Court. Or he did know? If he did, that disqualifies him from several positions. But the bully wants it both ways.
For the September 27th hearing, he came out swinging and attacking and crying. The privileged bully in him had to attack because he could not admit the truth to himself or us. He used his rage to tell us that he had done everything correctly: good grades, Ivy League, a judge, written enviable opinions, coached a championship basketball team, a family man who volunteers to feed the hungry, and a champion for females in the legal arena. So, he attacked those who had questioned the façade he and his handlers had presented during the vetting process instead of being who he is-a qualified judge who made mistakes, like us all, while in high school. But Judge Brett Kavanaugh, the tony bully, used rage instead of honesty.
Like many Americans, I only have an opinion, but my gut tells me that there is a rat in this woodpile because of the reasons I have written. Being the good Catholic that Judge Kavanaugh presents himself to be, I am sure that he knows the words of James: “For the wrath of man worketh not the righteousness of God.” It is unfortunate that he ignored those words allowing his Eddie Haskell side to show.