By Kevin D. Williamson
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
“Beyond parody” is a tedious cliché, but I admit I would
find it very difficult to parody this
report from Slate on judicial appointments in Washington State.
While the federal bench grows more
homogeneous by the day, Democratic governors are diversifying their state
judiciaries to an unprecedented degree. On Monday, Washington Gov. Jay Inslee,
a Democrat, elevated Grace Helen Whitener to the state Supreme Court. Whitener
is a disabled black lesbian who immigrated from Trinidad. She joins Inslee’s
two other appointees: Raquel Montoya-Lewis, a Jewish Native American who
previously served on tribal courts, and Mary Yu, an Asian-American Latina
lesbian who officiated the first same-sex marriages in the state.
(If you were attempting parody, you’d be tempted
to give the name “Whitener” to one of her evil conservative opponents.)
I have no reason to doubt that each of the jurists above
is competent and highly qualified; Justice Whitener is, after all, a graduate
of the 122nd-best law school in the country.
(If you are around my age, you may remember a good deal
of organized sneering at Vice President Dan Quayle for his “night-school law
degree,” at Sarah Palin for her modest educational attainments, etc. Justice Yu
went a more elite route — well done, Notre Dame.)
Progressives have hated the idea of the United States as
a metaphorical melting pot for a very long time. I was in high school, in an
American-history class taught by a very left-wing teacher (we get those in
Lubbock, Texas, too), the first time I heard about the “salad bowl” vs. the
melting pot. You know this one: The melting pot implies that immigrants come to
the United States and eventually lose their distinctiveness, becoming fully
incorporated into the great American amalgam. The “salad bowl” model, on the
other hand, insists that immigrants come and retain their distinctiveness — all
in the same dish, but everything separate. Fondue vs. salad — that’s a pretty
American way of looking at things.
And fondue wins. Fondue always wins.
In the United States, we mix it up and mix it good.
We have people with names like Maureen McNally Singh.
Here, “Eddie and Sally Obermueller” can be a Korean-American
man and a Vietnamese-American woman. Marriage drives much of this
amalgamation: Raquel Montoya-Lewis was born in Spain to an American father
(serving in the Air Force at the time) and an Australian-born Jewish mother,
who presumably is not the parent who provided Montoya-Lewis her
membership in the Pueblo of Isleta, a federally recognized Native American
tribe. Mary Yu of Chicago has a mother born in Mexico and a father from China,
and hence boasts of being the “first Asian, the first Latina, and the first
member of the LGBTQ community to serve on the Washington State Supreme Court.”
Kamala Harris, had she been elected president, would have been, as the Washington
Post noted, “the first woman, the first African American woman, the first
Indian American, and the first Asian American” in that role.
From the Post:
She calls herself simply “an
American,” and said she has been fully comfortable with her identity from an
early age. She credits that largely to a Hindu immigrant single mom who adopted
black culture and immersed her daughters in it. Harris grew up embracing her
Indian culture, but living a proudly African American life.
Two of the four sentences in Harris’s biography on her
Senate web page are about her being the first African American or first woman
in some role. Politico noted that she was the Senate’s first biracial
woman and its first Indian-American woman.
This is not entirely new, of course. Many Catholics were
gratified to see Roger B. Taney elevated to the position of chief justice of
the Supreme Court in 1836. Catholics had been the targets of serious
discrimination: During the ratification debate in North Carolina, delegate
William Lancaster worried that there was nothing in the charter ensuring that
“papists” and “Mahometans” would be excluded from positions of high authority.
The “Truth of the Protestant Religion” was written into the North Carolina
state constitution, and established churches at the state level were an
accepted part of American life. Massachusetts maintained an established church
(Congregationalist) until 1833, only a few years before Taney became chief
justice. Catholics, and Americans of all faiths, soon had reason to regret
Taney’s appointment and to be embarrassed by it: He was the author of Dred
Scott, one of the ugliest misadventures in judicial activism in the Court’s
history. Taney the tribal mascot may have given American Catholics a sense that
they had finally been accepted, at least by the Democratic Party; Taney the
Supreme Court chief justice was a catastrophe.
I have no idea whether any of the Washington State
justices mentioned in the Slate writeup will be any good. (My
instinctive guess would be: No.) That is, in fact, my complaint with the
piece: Surely there are a great many more disabled black lesbian immigrants who
are utterly unsuited for a role on a state supreme court than those who are
suited. But from a certain identity-politics point of view, those qualities are
to be understood as self-recommending.
(Such considerations immediately are reversed for
political nonconformists: Joe Biden sought to destroy Clarence Thomas because
Justice Thomas is black, not in spite of the fact or with indifference to the
fact; Democrats take an especial interest in eliminating Republicans who are
black, female, gay, etc., because of those qualities, which challenge
their self-declared monopoly on speaking for those groups.)
There is no sense denying that some people, especially
those who have been excluded in some way, get a real sense of belonging and
justice, and maybe even a bigger sense of their own possibilities, when they
see someone who shares certain qualities with them elevated to a position of
prominence. Barack Obama’s election was a Very Big Deal indeed for black
Americans, and not without good reason. But his health-care program was still a
mess from the get-go, and he still relentlessly abused the Constitution and
aggrandized the powers of the presidency that he handed off to Donald Trump,
still assassinated American citizens abroad and insisted that he had the power
to do so on American soil, etc.
That matters, too.
Obama is a textbook example of the melting pot at work,
gloriously: white hippie goofball mother from Kansas, economist father from
Kenya, defenselessly abandoned to the ravages of a country so convulsed by race
hatred that it made him, a nobody senator without even a full term under his belt,
president for no obvious reason, choosing him over a deeply experienced,
independent-minded war hero. (In fairness, Abe Lincoln himself could have come
back from the dead and lost in 2008, which just wasn’t the year to be a
Republican.) That’s one of the perversities of American life: The bitterest
critics of American culture and American institutions often are those who most
dramatically embody the virtues of the American way of life — and, at the same
time, some of the most unyielding defenders of the American way are comfortable
mediocrities who embody the worst of its shortcomings.
So, yes, disabled black lesbian immigrant — but is she
any good?
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