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Jewish World Review / September 18, 1998 / 27 Elul, 5758
Paul Greenberg
So help us G-d; The nature of the crisis
SOMEWHERE IN THE WORDFLOOD that has been unleashed on the
American people, I keep hearing about the looming
constitutional crisis that is upon us.
Allow me to share a secret that you, Gentle and Sensible
Reader, already suspect:
There is is no constitutional crisis.
On the contrary, impeachment is a constitutional process.
It's right there in the original document, like an
emergency exit, and it has been reinforced over the years and
centuries with additional precedents and precautions.
Our national demigods who framed that document may have
modeled the office of president on an exemplary character
like Washington, but they had to know that other and
different types might occupy it -- and they made provision.
They saw ahead in this as in so many other instances. This
republic still lives, this republic still thrives, on
their foresight.
No, that's no crisis you hear, but the great wheels and gears of
the constitutional machinery slowly, perhaps not always
evenly, but sometimes majestically, slipping into place. Just as
they were intended to do. And this generation of Americans,
like the one that sat in judgment on Andrew Johnson in 1868,
and on Richard Nixon in 1974, begins to rise to the occasion.
Did you notice the uniform level of statesmanship displayed
by the congressional leaders called on to chart the course of
these proceedings? Newt Gingrich, Dick Gephardt, John
Conyers, Henry Hyde . . . whatever their party and passions,
each sounded like a statesman. (Henry Hyde always did.) The
Constitution is again raising all of us to its level.
This may be a crisis for an administration.
It may be a crisis for a president and his crew. It may be a
crisis for his defenders and accusers. It may be a crisis for
those he has betrayed and for those who think their fortunes
still ride with his.
It may be a crisis for those who so want to see a president
vindicated and for those who so want to see him punished
that they have allowed their passions to blind them.
It may be a hyped-up crisis for talking heads and political
hobbyists of all persuasions, but it is (ital) not (unital) a
constitutional crisis.
We've been through this before, fellow citizens. And it is the
Constitution that has guided us through this before. As it will
again.
Not only presidents take an oath to respect the laws.
Members of Congress, too, take an oath to uphold the
Constitution of the United States. And now, once again, they
must and they will. I already begin to think of some of those
familiar faces not just as partisan mouthpieces spouting their
predictable lines but as fellow citizens, neighbors, jurors.
It is just as Mr. Lincoln said in the midst of a real
constitutional crisis: If the occasion is piled high with
difficulty, we must rise with the occasion. And we will, so help
us God.
Earlier in this century, at another time of general foofaraw
called the Progressive Era, Finley Peter Dunne's Irish barkeep
had to soothe his more agitated patrons by pointing out that
all the commotion they were observing was no revolution: It
was just the American people beatin' a carpet. And when the
dust and noise has settled, the air will be cleaner. It happens
now and then in any well ordered household.
What is most missing in all this commotion and tarnation are
two essential American qualities: hope and faith. But they will
soon emerge out of all the confusion.
Meanwhile, in Russia, where crisis is chronic and real, there
emerges a neo-Soviet state in the vacuum left by the failed
opportunity to create a new, stable, free Russia. And a new,
stable, free world. Now a grizzled veteran of the KGB, an old
apparatchik who has worked to undermine justice, freedom
and peace around the world-in the Balkans, in the Middle
East, in Asia-is to be pronounced premier and take the
unsteady helm of the new-old Russia. And it becomes clearer
how dangerous a world we have let envelop us.
It also becomes clearer how many precious good years we
have squandered marking time during this leaderless decade
of drift, aka the Age of Clinton, and what greatness we are
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