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Jewish World Review / September 10, 1998 / 19 Elul, 5758
 
Paul Greenberg
 
 
 IT'S NOT NICE TO FOOL MOTHER JUSTICE. 
 
 Judges tend to get a bit miffed when some slick defendant
 with a law degree starts playing games, confident he can
 outwit the rubes asking him questions. 
 
 Or as Bill Clinton, aka POTUS, put it in that semi-apology of
 his to the nation on his own, personal Black Monday: ``As
 you know, in a deposition in   
 So much for the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the
 truth. In the president's words, you can hear not only his
 regret, at least at having been caught, but also something else:
 The swagger behind the confession. The not very well
 concealed pride in his cleverness, in his lawyership, in his
 having escaped the net of the law, at least so far. ``While my
 answers were legally accurate, I did not volunteer
 information.'' It's as if we're supposed to admire that. The way
 one does a mischievous child, a clever rascal, a Philadelphia
 lawyer, a good ol' boy up to sly devilment. 
 
 I immediately thought of the letter a much younger Bill
 Clinton had written a certain Colonel Holmes long, long ago.
 In it, the young man had halfway apologized for having
 played the old soldier for a fool, but you could see he was
 kind of proud of it, too, and unable to resist showing off how
 clever he had been at avoiding the draft and even ROTC
 while all the fools wound up serving. For he had more
 important things to think about, namely his ``political
 viability.'' 
 
 Some people don't really change all that much, do they? To
 quote just a few all too transparent sentences from the most
 revealing and still most relevant letter Bill Clinton ever wrote: 
 
 ``First, I want to thank you, not just for saving me from the
 draft, but for being so kind and decent to me last summer,
 when I was as low as I have ever been. One thing which made
 the bond we struck in good faith somewhat palatable to me
 was my high regard for you personally. In retrospect, it seems
 that the admiration might not have been mutual had you
 known a little more about me, about my political beliefs and
 activities. At least you might have thought me more fit for the
 draft than the ROTC. ... I began to think I had deceived you,
 not by lies -- there were none -- but by failing to tell you all
 the things I'm writing now.'' 
 
 There it is, all of it: the ingratiating manner, the reach for a
 personal connection the sublime confidence in his own ability
 to deceive without technically lying, and even the unstated
 wait for applause at the end, as if all this were somehow
 admirable. But just possibly, Bill Clinton made the
 same mistake in his fateful testimony last January that any
 number of clever people do: They're not clever enough.
 Because they trust their own cleverness more than the truth,
 the whole truth and nothing but the truth. And despite their
 charm, here and there an occasional authority figure -- an old
 colonel or maybe a judge down in Arkansas -- may see
 through them. Because you can't fool all the people all the
 time. 
 
 And now the judge who presided over Bill Clinton's
 oh-so-clever testimony seven months ago, the Honorable and
 honorable Susan Webber Wright of Little Rock, Ark., has
 appended an ominous footnote to a decision of hers. The
 decision was about whether to release some of the sealed
 testimony in the Paula Jones case. The footnote was one of
 those whose significance overshadows the decision it's
 attached to: 
 
 "Although the court has concerns about the nature of the
 president's Jan. 17, 1998, deposition testimony given his
 recent public statements, the court makes no findings at this
 time regarding whether the president may be in contempt.'' 
 
 At this time. Maybe later? Maybe after Her Honor
 has read up on the law and examined the facts and
 re-re-reviewed the tricky testimony? Once again, William
 Jefferson Clinton, Esq., is being left to twist in the wind. 
 
 You can almost feel the great maw of the law closing one
 more little notch in its tortuously slow but implacable course.
 The mills of the law, like those of the gods, grind slow but
 exceeding fine. Those who enter its precincts do so at their
 peril, particularly if they think they can outwit the great jaws.
 For those whom the law would destroy it first makes cagey. 
 
 And so the great question hanging over the Union now
 becomes: Do you think Bill Clinton was tricky enough this
 time? Not the least of our boy president's offenses is that he
 should have reduced American politics, law and morality to
 an exercise in pettifoggery -- to the parsing of his little clinton
 clauses. So this is what the Republic envisioned in the
 Federalist Papers has come to: a lawyers' game that would
 demean a police court. 
 
 The cleverness of the sophisticated may prove no substitute
 for the innocence of the simple. For the most intricately
 tangled web may not stand up to the comfort of having tried
 to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
 What a great insurance policy the truth is; it protects even
 dummies. Also, it doesn't offend judges, who really don't like
 to be made fools 
 
  
 
 
Here comes the judge 
 
 January I was asked questions
 about my relationship with Monica Lewinsky. While my
 answers were legally accurate, I did not volunteer
 information.'' 

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