We individually may tire of discussing the finer points of the Kavanaugh-Ford-investigation-setup-circus, but we collectively have plenty of steam. Fortunately, this steamer may be closing in on the light at the end of the tunnel. Kavanaugh is now the newest Supreme Court Justice. There's not much to be done at this point.
But somehow I'm sure we're going to try.
I just have a feeling we won't avoid rehashing the he-said-she-said scenarios over and over again. I hate to say it, but our track record on cordial behavior isn't great on such matters at this point. While one side of the aisle has achieved what they feel is right, the other feels injustice has prevailed.
The thing is, this situation was nearly unavoidable from the beginning.
If the Senate vote had come out the other way, the only difference would be which primary color was the happy party and which one played the injured party. We seemed doomed to be divided. We all want our voice to be heard, but feel it has not been when the vote doesn't fall in our favor. Frankly, both our Republican and Democratic legislators didn't do us any favors by taking it in the direction they did. Kavanaugh's hearing and subsequent confirmation have only served to pop the few bipartisan sutures we managed to sinch up over the last couple years. They could have decided to go with a different nominee and spare the galvanized tribalism. They could have, but they didn't. Maybe they just couldn't help it. Maybe they didn't want to seem like they were giving in to pressure. Maybe they just wanted their side to come out ahead, like we all do. That's natural of course - human.
It's what we've been struggling with even before November of 2016, and look how we're doing with that. We said we all needed to pull together and unite after Election Day, but we couldn't, wouldn't and otherwise didn't (myself very much included). Maybe the wounds just ran too deep, or maybe the grudges just wouldn't sink back down for either side. Whatever the reason, we kept trying to drown the other party in our preferred rhetoric and forgot we all stand on the same ground. We said the other opinions shouldn't be voiced, facts were seen as biased, but we kept piling it on.
We kept trying to bury our opposition's liberty, thinking it would help maintain our own - thinking they're somehow seperate.
We did all that over our president, because the image of that office means a lot to us. That said, he'll be gone in a little more than six years tops. Kavanaugh on the other hand, he'll be with us a lot longer. So, we're faced with a choice. Our elected representatives didn't take Kavanaugh's nomination off the table, but it's we the people who decide how to relate to one another moving forward. We can dig in for the long haul and keep chipping away at each other, or we can relearn how to work through, with and in spite of the division. We can let the aftershocks of this appointment bring us low, or we can let a greater ideal carry us to new heights.
The images of our founding fathers signing the Declaration of Independance - or the Constitution or any other historic document for that matter - don't convey to us all the harsh words likely exchanged before John Hancock put quill to parchment. Arguments and hot collars aren't captured in the brush strokes on the archived canvases, but they were - and still are - necessary nonetheless. If only we knew how to wield that part of the American spirit these days without coming away bloodied and ready for more.
Thankfully, the embodiment of the American spirit itself can fly high above all the bickering and biting we're burying ourselves in these days (and, thankfully, Ben Franklin's idea for the national bird was shot down, likely amidst some angry shouting). The eagle flies higher than either the Republican Party or the Democratic Party. It flies higher than either Kavanaugh's or Ford. It flies higher than either you or me. Be it God or country, we are all equal and the same while beneath a greater ideal. And those greater ideals will always be waiting there when we're ready to trudge out of the quagmire in which we've become so comfortable.