Elena Kagan: Privilege Is Boring
Only The New York Times could publish a piece of middle-class hagiography and expect readers to gush. Me? I read this morning's piece on Supreme Court nominee Elena Kagan's family with a sense of seething discontent. Another child of privilege movin' on up, or so it seems to me. I wanted to throw away the complimentary silver spoon that came with today's edition of the paper.
Ms. Kagan's father was a progressive lawyer and graduate of the Yale Law School. Her mother was a teacher at Hunter College High School. The couple worked together, played together, raised a family together. Ms. Kagan's brothers are accomplished and charismatic in their own right. The Kagan family piece in the Times felt like an episode of Leave it to Beaver; you know the episode, the one in which an Encyclopedia Britannica salesman drops off the new volumes and the family cancels their vacation to the Jersey shore so that they can sit home and read each and every volume, starting at A.
The Senate Judiciary Committee is set to begin nomination hearings on Elena Kagan on June 28. At those hearings, Senators will probe whether she is fit to become a Justice on the United States Supreme Court. There is nothing in the record thus far assembled to suggest that she is not as intellectually capable as any of thousands of lawyers in the United States. There is every indication that she will be confirmed if for no other reason that she exudes the drab sort of conventional brilliance typical of a Mensa conference: whatever eccentricities she has are all of a predictable sort.
This morning's puff piece in the Times proved Tolstoy right: "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." So Elena Kagan sprang from the granola-like innocence of Manhattan's Upper West Side. Didn't Diane Keaton once express the sensibilities of this crowd with perfect pitch when, in a film directed by Woody Allen, she said: "Lah-Dee-Dah"? Simply put: The bed of privilege from which Kagan arose each morning interests far less than what she did when she picked up her bed and walked.
I am moved far more by the life story of Clarence Thomas, a child abandoned by his father, raised amid poverty and cared for by grandparents. Much though I dislike his jurisprudence I can at least find something resonant in his biography. I suspect his life story resonates with more Americans than does that of Elena Kagan. So, too, the story of Sonya Sotomayor. Go ahead, call me a bigot, but haven't we had enough upper middle-class white people calling the shots?
Life's privilege rarely result in life-defining challenges. What is taken for granted is rarely noticed. I know this to be true from my wife's biography. Her mother was a Harvard professor, and the life my wife led shared many things in common with that of Ms. Kagan. But what defined my wife was the shattering experience of seeing her father whisked off to federal prison for failing to take an oath of loyalty to the United States during the 1950s. She recalls still visits to a federal correctional center to see her father. She has a life-long sense of wonder about why a different vision of social justice is enough to make a man a criminal. I understand this secret sorrow of my wife's family; this sorrow is uniquely theirs.
If Elena Kagan has struggled in her life it has been a struggle devoted solely to the main chance: Hers is the master passion to succeed and bent to the exclusion of all else. She stands poised to become a Justice simply because that is what she wanted from a young and tender age. Forgive me if I find this tale of ambition-soon-to-be-consummated morally tedious.
The law is about broken dreams, passion recklessly spent, hope redeemed and the terror that comes of the irrational's confrontation with the claims of reason. These struggles are lived daily in a place Ms. Kagan has read about but rarely experienced, a courtroom. It chills me to see another brilliant automaton take a seat on the Court. Ms. Kagan is a fellow American and a fellow lawyer, but she lives in a privileged bubble. She could as easily be corporate counsel for a bank as dean of the Harvard Law School. She knows all the right and beautiful people. She is, sadly, a woman without discernible qualities other than a dogged determination to color within the lines.
Ms. Kagan will be nominated and then confirmed to sit on the Supreme Court because she fits a mold that President Obama does not have the courage to break. How long before we have a trial lawyer on the Court, Mr. President? How long?