I’ve been stuck on the sofa with an iPad in hand tweeting for the past three hours. Blasey Ford was very believable. Kavanaugh is in trouble.
She put forward all sorts of details that made her story ring true, including the fact that she heard the guys laugh after they messed with her. A group of cool, popular guys laughing after terrorizing a young, fragile girl is very believable. Quick flashback to several incidents in my high school hallway. I think I spent most of the first two years of high school avoiding certain guys, sometimes dodging into the bathroom to hide from them.
Kavanaugh is going to have a very, very hard time digging himself out of this. Someone on Twitter said that Trump is furious and stomping around the White House, because nobody told him that Blasey Ford was so believable.
The GOP’s independent prosecutor is making a hash of things, because there’s really not many holes in Blasey Ford’s story. Yes, she’s a fragile person, who has admittedly struggled with some mental health issues, but she’s a professional and her story is consistent and honest about the issues that she doesn’t remember. I don’t think we’re going to get anymore info by continued questions. I think we should just move to Kavanaugh.
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I am feeling ill, and I was insulated from much of this, having gone to an all girl school, being fairly asocial, and then joining an environment where a certain kind of very confident girl wielded a fair amount of power in relationships.
From this NY Times article: https://www.nytimes.com/2018/09/27/nyregion/brett-kavanaugh-high-school-drinking-assault.html?action=click&module=Top%20Stories&pgtype=Homepage
“young women are constantly walking this razor’s edge trying to seem desirable and maintain their safety — either their reputational safety or their physical safety.”
As I said, I’m calling myself fairly unscathed, yes, a couple of assaults, but they were strangers and, I briefly reviewed to myself whether I would need to testify to their veracity, and decided I wouldn’t, because they were strangers. But, I do have a daughter, who walks in this world of privilege, pressure, and stress, and I realized how strongly I’ve internalized this requirement to keep myself safe, and how early I started teaching my daughter of it, from the time she was ten.
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