Gracious, this next topic is like shooting largemouth bass in a barrel, but I’m sure most of you have heard that Ginny Thomas – wife of Supreme Court chucklehead Clarence Thomas – left a message on Anita Hill’s answering machine asking her to apologize for 1991. For all you young’uns out there who can’t appreciate the reference, most of us spent that year suffering through Thomas’ confirmation hearings, in which Anita Hill (a former employee) said that he talked constantly of porn that he’d seen, bragged of his sexual prowess, came on to her repeatedly, and a number of other things that made him out to be, at the very least, a disturbing hypocrite.
Despite passing a polygraph test, Anita Hill was painted as a nut and a slut by the right-wing smear machine, and of course, Thomas became one of the worst Supreme Court Justices since the Reconstruction. He was already married to Virginia “Ginny” Lamp, who went on to become a massive Tea Party harpie, using millions of dollars to unseat progressives in Congress – money, not coincidentally, untrackable thanks in part to Thomas’ ruling on Citizens United.
Clarence Thomas himself is a farce, a self-hating, rage-fueled robot made even more tragic by the memory of his predecessor: Thurgood Marshall. He personally hurried his nomination ceremony through Congress despite Chief Justice Rehnquist’s wife’s funeral, and has spent the last 19 years in a wingnut dinghy with one oar, rowing in circles with one hand while giving everyone the finger with the other.
But we get to laugh at his expense, at long last. I’ve oft compared conservatives and Republicans to battered wives, if only because they cling to their delusions like beaten wives putting makeup on their bruises. What else but pure self-bedazzlement would lead Ginny Thomas to call Anita Hill at 7am, nineteen years later, to accuse her of lying?
But painful delusion isn’t the only ingredient; you must also possess the Tea Party’s sense of entitled self-righteousness, the toxically smug belief that you cannot possibly be wrong. In some sick way, Ginny Thomas must have thought she was offering Anita Hill some redemption, invoking prayer and God and whatever else. It’s so goddamn nauseating, but at least we weren’t the only ones nauseated.
Clarence Thomas’ ex-girlfriend had finally heard enough of this bullshit, and corroborated Anita Hill’s story down to the particulars. Again, us progressives – even us very young progressives who were just getting our sea legs in 1991 – try our best not to keep yelling we told you so, but why dwell on the past when there’s so much future left for you to ruin?
Clarence Thomas will continue to foment disastrous opinions and use the U.S. Constitution as toilet paper while evacuating his bowels full of self-loathing. He and Scalia will remain on the Supreme Court until they are in their 90s, kept alive by the pickled acid sluicing through their non-existent hearts, ramming religion and big business down our throats no matter what we do. But you can’t keep a lid on crazy forever, and moments like this allow us a rare gallows chuckle.