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Thomas, she said, began to exhibit displeasure, and she worried she would lose her job. In February , she said, she was hospitalized for stomach pain she attributed to stress. She began to look for a job and found a teaching position at Oral Roberts University. After that, when people would say admiring things about Thomas, she would murmur something agreeable but non-committal. The committee grilled her on this—how could she have agreed? How could she have had even infrequent contact with Thomas in later years, by, say, phoning to pass along messages from others?
She explained that to tell the world about Thomas would gain her nothing and cost her much. There was not yet an IBelieveHer hashtag. There were not yet hashtags at all. She was in this largely alone. The ordeal would ruin her career in government—she was effectively run out of public service. The committee did not, at the time, understand that these things are stock behavior. What it did do was ask her to repeat some of the most painful details. Biden wanted to hear the Coke-can-pubic-hair story again.
He asked her which incident was the most embarrassing.
Specter asked her why she had not given every last detail she was sharing in the hearing room—such as the Coke-can episode—to the FBI agents who had interviewed her before the hearing, and whose report, according to the White House, had exonerated Thomas. One agent was female, one was male. He wanted to know instead why she did not handle all of this by herself, ousting the head of the whole commission. In her response, Hill did what women often do—blamed herself.
Hill was pilloried for coming forward.
I did then, and always have. There is a deeply moving moment after Hill delivers her opening statement, when the hearing doors are opened and her family enters the ornate caucus room. Biden wants them to be able to sit near her.
She hugs them back, gracefully and gratefully. It is hard to imagine why a woman would endure what she did, if it were not true, and why her family would travel to show their support and love. As of this writing, the organized defense of Kavanaugh seemed to entail inviting people, including women, to testify to his character, rather than to impugn hers. Women often do feel more empowered: Stormy Daniels is lobbing her saucy tweets in the direction of the White House; the women of Silicon Valley have formed advocacy groups to make the tech industry friendlier to them; Hollywood actresses are launching defense funds for hotel workers and lower-income women.
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Men have been suspended, fired, charged criminally, even convicted for harassment and assault; in some cases, women have been promoted into their places. Then again, the digital age brings new peril for victims coming forward. Ford has been the target of unfounded internet rumors—about her career, her family, her politics—and now, having received death threats, has had to vacate her house. Ford was as bad as she says, charges would have been immediately filed with local Law Enforcement Authorities by either her or her loving parents.
It is noteworthy that the Senate Judiciary Committee is encouraging Ford to speak, and that it now includes female members, though all are Democrats. There has never been a female Republican on the committee, ever. Ford suffered for decades from what she says happened to her as a young teenager. There are notes from her therapist corroborating what she went through, and the very fact that she was talking about it in counseling, so many years later, shows the lasting toll these assaults take, the scars they leave, the pain that comes with unearthing and sharing those memories.
For me, she is up there with Rosa Parks: courageous, staunch, calm, not to be moved. Rewatching the hearings is like rereading Anna Karenina and realizing, once more, how brilliant it is—and for different reasons than you perceived the first time. She was there to prophesy, articulating patterns of behavior that much of the rest of the country would take decades to pinpoint and understand. For the same reason, I would hope that Ford, having come this far, would indeed face the klieg lights and testify, as she has said she intends to—tell her story on the record to be understood and reflected upon, visited and revisited.
It will not be easy.
History will judge her, and that is a lot for a private individual to reckon with—one who will not benefit regardless of the outcome. We have, after all, heard this song before. Perhaps this time we will listen.
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