Judge Brett Kavanaugh. Photo via Wikimedia Commons

By George Mitrovich

I do not know your political party affiliation, or if you have one.

I do not know your philosophy of life, or whether you have aligned yourself with a particular school of philosophy.

I do not know your religious faith, whether Christian, Jew, Muslim, or other — or none.

A declaration of any of the above, or none of the above, is not a requirement to be my “friend” on Facebook.

I have a history of running six public forums in our country, four of which continue to present programs in the public interest — and have been responsible for approximately 2,000 programs dedicated to the Dialogue of Democracy.

In all of these years and in all of the programs presented, I’ve heard Jerry Falwell and Gloria Steinem, Ted Kennedy and Oliver North, Alan Simpson and Barbara Boxer, George Deukmejian and Jerry Brown, Darrell Issa and Barney Frank; I’ve heard Fortune 500 CEOs and Sojourners’ Jim Wallis; I’ve heard the president of the American Medical and American Bar associations; I’ve heard some of our most liberal and conservative writers, like Tom Hayden and Michelle Malkin, Anthony Lewis and Kevin Phillips, E.J. Dionne and Max Boot (it’s a very long list).

In short, I have a demonstrated capacity for hearing points of view that differ from mine — and some that differ radically. I’ve not only listened, but I’ve listened respectfully

Which brings me to this:

Whether you support or oppose Judge Brett Kavanaugh’s nomination to the Supreme Court, no reasonable, decent or fair minded person can be satisfied with where we are, how we got here, and where this is going — because we’re going to a bad place in the life of this Republic.

George Mitrovich

If Judge Kavanaugh were to step aside in the interest of his family and our country, it might enable a healing process to take place, because every day this goes on, the 24-7 social media political storm, America is damaged — and the standing of the Supreme Court is weighed in the balance.

If you choose to argue it’s not fair, of course, it’s not, but as President Kennedy said, “Life isn’t fair”, and nothing that’s happened to Judge Kavanaugh, his wife and their daughters, his parents and hers, their extended families and friends, is fair. Everything about it is terrible, but there are 325 million of us and only nine get to sit on the Supreme Court — and sit there for life, unless they and they alone decide to resign.

I began my political journey working for the lieutenant governor of California, for Bobby Kennedy in the presidential campaign of 1968, for two United States senators and two members of the House of Representatives (two Republicans and two Democrats), and there has never been a moment or time when the act of governance and politics has not been a major part of my life, and that of my wife’s, and neither she nor I nor anyone we know, a large and distinguished list of friends, spread across this land, have ever witnessed what we’re witnessing in the Kavanaugh nomination fight — and it’s appalling.

Fair or not, and it hasn’t been fair, to anyone on either side, and certainly not to Dr. Ford, who sacrificed her privacy to tell the truth about Judge Kavanaugh, as she remembers it, and by that act of bravery her life is forever changed, as is his — but she’s not the president’s nominee to the Supreme Court, he is.

If the FBI finds no corroborating evidence to support the allegations against him, Judge Kavanaugh should still step aside, and as an act of redemption for his career and for his family, trusting some degree of normalcy is restored to their lives, but quite beyond him, to save the dignity of our nation’s highest court, because, again, fair or not, and I’ve said it isn’t, if he takes a seat on the Supreme Court, it will forever be damaged — this is not what John Marshall had in mind.

No one nomination is worth that — however aggrieved or wronged or wretched they believe the process has been.

George Mitrovich, who has served on many public boards and commissions, is founder of The City Club of San Diego. This essay originally was posted on Facebook.

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