"He spoke about acts that he had seen in pornographic films involving such matters as women having sex with animals and films showing group sex or rape scenes....On several occasions, Thomas told me graphically of his own sexual prowess." Hill also said that the following incident occurred later after they had both moved to new jobs at the EEOC: "Thomas was drinking a Coke in his office, he got up from the table at which we were working, went over to his desk to get the Coke, looked at the can and asked, 'Who has put pubic hair on my Coke?'."Well, now. At the time I was still a regular Coke drinker, and for months after this, I insisted on thoroughly washing and all containers of cola before I would open them.
For his part, Clarence fought back with this memorable denial:
"This is not an opportunity to talk about difficult matters privately or in a closed environment. This is a circus. It's a national disgrace. And from my standpoint, as a black American, it is a high-tech lynching for uppity blacks who in any way deign to think for themselves, to do for themselves, to have different ideas, and it is a message that unless you kowtow to an old order, this is what will happen to you. You will be lynched, destroyed, caricatured by a committee of the U.S. Senate rather than hung from a tree."
He was confirmed, 52 - 48, the closest Supreme confirmation vote since Cindy Birdsong replaced Florence Ballard in 1967.
But now, 19 years later, Thomas's wife, the contentious conservative Ginni Thomas, called Anita's office phone and left this bizarre message:
“Good morning Anita Hill, it’s Ginni Thomas. I just wanted to reach across the airwaves and the years and ask you to consider something. I would love you to consider an apology sometime and some full explanation of why you did what you did with my husband. So give it some thought. And certainly pray about this and hope that one day you will help us understand why you did what you did. O.K., have a good day.”
|Everyone looks better in a tux|
I say, why dredge up old grudges, or grudge up old dredges? 1991. Jeez. Let it go.