There’s so much to say about Nancy Pelosi’s impeachment gig that one hardly knows where to start. But here’s a live possibility: We start with Sen. Lindsey Graham’s characterization of how this game is to be played.
We’re trying to “try the president of the United States based on hearsay,” the South Carolina senator says–that is, on the claims of unidentified actors and agents for whose credentials Pelosi isn’t prepared to vouch publicly. Although, inasmuch as these claims seem to put the president in constitutional jeopardy, Pelosi apparently believes them. She says to take her word for it: “A president of the United States would withhold military assistance paid for by taxpayers to shake down the leader of another country unless he did him a political favor–that is so, so clear.”
Except that it’s not clear in the least. Nor is it likely to become clearer in the context of the cynical brawl to which the House speaker has lent her authority–the outcome of which none can reliably predict, certainly not the speaker herself.
Back to Sen. Graham’s indisputable charge, that hearsay evidence is the force driving this locomotive–to wherever. Fans of “Perry Mason” used to know about hearsay. It’s saying something happened because a second party told you it happened. Or someone else told the somebody who told you. Upon hearing hearsay testimony from the witness box, Perry would forcibly interrupt: “Objection, Your Honor. This is hearsay. Witness did not see the document signed/the gun pointed/the car stolen.” “Objection sustained,” the judge would reply, taking Mason’s point. On from there, with Mr. District Attorney Burger obliged by the rules of evidence to prove so-and-so really, truly happened.
Consider the quality of the “evidence” in the whistleblower complaint; “I have received information…”; “Attorney General Barr appears to be involved…”; “Over the past four months, more than half a dozen U.S. officials have informed me…”; “The information provided herein was relayed to me…”; “I was not a direct witness to most of the events described…”; “(I)n almost all cases, multiple officials recounted fact patterns…”
Objection, Your Honor! “I have received”–received what, exactly? And when? And from whom? “(A)ppears to be involved”–appears to whom? And the basis for that judgment is what? “(M)ore than a half dozen U. S. officials”–may we have names? May we have credentials? And possible motives?
“I was not a direct witness.” Ah, here we come to it. Who is “I”? The name of our mystery informant is… what? We don’t know. Congressman Adam Schiff and his House Intelligence Committee, leading the impeachment inquiry, don’t propose letting us know. They want his identity kept secret–so that we, the voters, can do what, pray? Perhaps say, “Oh, thank you, Mr. Informant. And thank you, Mr. Schiff. What a relief for us simple-minded voters. We know that capable people are looking after our interests–whatever those interests may be!” Like–I would suggest–undoing the results of the 2016 election.
On hearsay evidence–nothing proved, nothing established, nothing contextualized–it’s proposed we start an impeachment war sure to deepen political hostilities, roil our economic arrangements and likely undermine foreign respect for our power and ideals, all with no guarantees of visiting harm upon Donald J. Trump.
The point, then, the point! What are we trying to accomplish here? I shrug. Who knows? These days, in American politics, one doesn’t look around to estimate consequences; one just pulls the grenade pin.
Funny coincidence: It’s the very course the speaker recommended during the Affordable Care Act debate. “We have to pass the bill,” Pelosi informed us, “so we can find out what’s in it.” We have become as a people, it would seem, moral slobs, barely alert to the finer points of dispute resolution.
The point applies, I am bound to point out, to the tweeter in chief and his regular moods of self-absorption, which invite anxieties. He, the speaker and Congressman Schiff were made for one another, and for our time. So was our unnamed whistleblower. Of his certitudes we know nothing, save that they’re his own, and that we the people–confused slobs as we are–need to harmonize with the voices of Those Who Know Best.
Objection, Your Honor! Objection!
William Murchison is writing a book on moral reconstruction in the 21st century. His latest book is The Cost of Liberty: The Life of John Dickinson. To find out more about William Murchison, and to see features by other Creators Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit the Creators Syndicate website at www.creators.com.
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