The feel, the smell, the taste of another presidential election is in the air. Yes! Why not? We're about to fill a vacancy on the U.S. Supreme Court, and you know what that means, of course. It means somebody new will be taking a pew at the World's Most Powerful Deliberative Body -- which is the high court, not the Senate -- and therefore:
1. The political activists are getting ready to stoke public feelings and sensations into flaming outrage over ... we won't be sure until the blogs and talk shows instruct us.
2. The media are gearing up for daily body and brain scans of whoever the poor nominee turns out to be.
And it's all very sad and depressing, as it was sad and depressing when George Bush and John Kerry went at each other. But that's major league politics, at the center of which the members of the U.S. Supreme Court have positioned themselves by their willingness -- in some cases their eagerness -- to tell us lowly voters what to think about abortion, church-state relationships, affirmative action, gay rights, capital punishment and, most recently (as well as disgracefully), the rights of owners over their own property.
The U.S. Supreme Court has become so smug a body of little, albeit cultured, autocrats that we can't just take for granted the civic spirit of a man or a woman recruited to their number. We have to go to war over the nominee's bona fides.
Oh, brothers and sisters, it ain't pretty, but that's where we live now.
The public schools may assure their unwary charges that nothing special happened prior to, oh, the Clinton Era. The Supreme Court's power grab is in a different category. It's old. As college debaters from 1959-60 will join me in recalling, we traversed the same dreary ground as now, only with less foreboding about our constitutional system's ability to respond.
On and on the court went, amending the Constitution by judicial fiat whenever the members decided old understandings of the document no longer sufficed and new ones were wanted. These new understandings the justices were happy to supply. Well, true, we hadn't asked them to do so. But that was no obstacle. They could see well enough how to cut through the restraints that older generations had tried to place on power.
Abortion was a human right? We needed no constitutional convention to decide that. The justices did the trick with fervor and eclat. And when dissenters cried out in protest, the court stayed on watch to make sure its masterpiece remained unsullied, like the Mona Lisa