Like millions of other Americans, I was glued to my screen (in this case, a livestream online) to watch the Brett Kavanaugh hearings last fall. It seemed at the time to be a watershed moment in the country's public discourse about #MeToo and judicial temperament, about what kinds of stories and victims we choose to believe and which we push aside. I watched the proceedings with a growing knot in my stomach, one which bloomed into, as my colleague Claire Lampen put it, a frustrating feeling of near-nihilism over Kavanaugh's entitled rage, and over Christine Blasey Ford's treatment. I couldn't get any work done and I couldn't look away, even as the horrible reality of nothingness—nothing will really change on this day, nothing will stop the Kavanaughs of this world for now—set in. I vowed not to fall into this kind of sinkhole again, and I imagine many others felt similarly deflated. [ more › ]from Gothamist https://ift.tt/2H70jq0
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