No matter where you sit on the political spectrum, it is clearly evident that Judge Brett Kavanaugh lacks the judiciousness to be given the privilege of serving on our highest court. Whether he is lying or not about the allegations that multiple women and men have made about his conduct is not the fundamental issue that has me worried. (Although those allegations would warrant further investigation in any job interview.) It is the manner in which Kavanaugh and every Republican committee member abandoned their attempt to give the hearings a patina of dignity and ultimately relied on the time-tested ploy of sidestepping the real questions and blaming the process.
Having to pry any truth out of Judge Kavanaugh, even things to which he has admitted, is not indicative of someone who values the dignity of telling the truth. That was left up to a terrified woman who was doing her civic duty in reporting an event that has colored her entire adult life. Like Dr. Christine Blasey Ford, I now feel terrified as well.
My parents were political refugees who fled Europe separately and met in New York in 1939. I admire my father, Ernst Morganroth, who had to assume a new name, Stephan Lackner, to continue to write anti-Hitler articles while still living in Europe. But I am in awe of my mother, who as a young adult, said goodbye to her Nazi father and brother and left Austria alone on a Quaker sponsorship. She would have been accepted in the new status quo, but she loathed what was happening to her country.