On the Right - columnist Frank Rich on author David Brock, California primary, Catholic bishop sex-abuse scandal - Column

National Review, April 8, 2002 by William F. Buckley Jr.

Frank Rich Hates To Do It

NEW YORK, MARCH 1

The use of sex-talk in the high calling of disparaging it is nicely illustrated by Frank Rich of the New York Times, who has written about the (brace yourself) re-re-defection of author David Brock. Mr. Brock, in his ongoing confessional book, writes now, Blinded by the Right: The Conscience of an Ex-Conservative.

Culture critic Rich is terribly anxious to make sex-oriented points, in order to deplore their being made. Here is what he has to work with.

David Brock first got public attention by writing a book, the finding of which was that Anita Hill, the alleged victim of Clarence Thomas, was "a little bit nutty and a little bit slutty."

Two things then happened. David Brock decided to atone for his past attack on Miss Hill, and incidentally on Hillary Clinton, to which end he wrote another book and an article for Esquire called "Confessions of a Right-Wing Hit Man." Here he appeared as St. Sebastian, waiting, eyes lifted to heaven, for the arrows that would martyr him. But before the arrows came to an absolute rest, a second thing happened-another confession, the new book turning, apparently, this way and that, on this and that, redefining the Brockian view of things. It is treated by Mr. Rich with the exegetical curiosity one might show to a Vatican III.

Now it is sort of essential to the fresh view of Brock that he be recognized as a self-declared homosexual, which makes it easier for Mr. Rich simultaneously to deplore all the political/cultural commentary that writhes in and out of public figures' sexual lives. He does this by giving out the names of public figures who were/are/may be gay, adulterous, or hypocritical. This permits him to tell us that he is glad that the Nineties are at least temporarily behind us, the Nineties being the decade in which Anita Hill was written about as sluttish, and Bill Clinton as a libertine. He has, providentially, an opportunity to talk about people and things he doesn't like, where possible dredging up a sex angle. He does not like the Washington Times, so he runs over Arnaud de Borchgrave, its sometime editor, because . . . because the Rev. Sun Myung Moon, whose movement owns the Times, officiates over multiple-marriage ceremonies.

The Nineties was when "the hottest partisan battles"-we can now see- "revolved around Long Dong Silver and Paula Jones, not Stalin." That gave us a chance to talk about Long Dong Silver. And, while at it, to say that Clarence Thomas rented some porn videos, though Brock denied this (the second time around) and now repudiates his denial.

This permits us to denounce people who denounce sexual misconduct, along the lines of, "A Richard Mellon Scaife-financed talk-show bloviator and cut-and-paste writer like William Bennett," whom you would not recognize as having been a professor of philosophy at Boston University and a former secretary of education. And we are reminded that Whittaker Chambers (in his youth, this being something we are not reminded of) had homosexual experiences, as did Allan Bloom, and that Rudy Giuliani is a womanizer, also Newt Gingrich, also Henry Hyde and Robert Livingston, that Roy Cohn was a homosexual, also J. Edgar Hoover, as also one of Phyllis Schlafly's children.

We are quite carried along, but then we learn that Brock's slur against Anita Hill was motivated by the desire to "force the conservatives to love a faggot whether they liked it or not"! This should not have worried Brock, Mr. Rich tells us, because far from being ostracized as a homosexual, he was courted a outrance! At a party at his Georgetown home, he had to eject a conservative columnist "after he pushed me onto a bed, into a pile of coats, and tried to stick his tongue down my throat." And that became a way of life for poor Brock, as for instance his problem with "the closeted pro- impeachment Republican congressman, who had pursued me drunkenly through a black-tie Washington dinner, offering a flower he had plucked from a bud vase, condemning Clinton for demeaning his office."

Frank Rich is glad that that kind of thing is behind us, at least for the time being.

As We Live And Breathe!

NEW YORK, MARCH 8

The California primary was mint-julep time for American conservatives who, however pleased they are about George W., very much needed a sign of life from the outback. What was especially spectacular about Bill Simon's victory was its dire unpredictability. We have now in the White House the son of a GOP patriarch and, prospectively in the governor's mansion in California, the son of another GOP patriarch. And where in California? In Sacramento, where 35 years ago another upstart Republican arrived, making his way to the White House, where he officiated for eight years, pending his final destination in the American pantheon.

Everything about the Simon upset is gratifying.

-Bill Simon was so invisible a name in California that when he won the primary, some people reportedly had to look in the newspaper to remind themselves of the name of the winner.