Amber Heard Redux

I mentioned Raymond Chandler in yesterday's post. and for whatever reason, I kept thinking about him all day. Then, late in the afternoon, the news broke that at minimum, it was physically impossible for Trump to have grabbed the steering wheel of the SUV (or whatever it was) in which he was riding on January 6, and by this morning, the headlines emerged that the Secret Service was prepared to testify under oath that Trump never assaulted the driver or the other agent as former aide Cassidy Hutchinson testified before the January 6 Committee.

Then I realized that a stock figure in Hollywood noir from The Maltese Falcon to Chinatown is the pretty woman who tells lies. This is part of the secret deliciousness of the genre; women are portrayed as dishonest schemers, and it takes a disreputable but world-weary detective to penetrate the conventional wisdom and winkle out the truth, though the woman's attractiveness remains. Look at Sam Spade's final confrontation with Brigid O'Shaughnessy at the end of Dashiell Hammett's The Maltese Falcon:

"But--but, Sam, you can't! Not after what we've been to each other. You can't--"

"Like hell I can't."

She took a long trembling breath. "You've been playing with me? Only pretending you cared--to trap me like this? You didn't--care at all? You didn't--don't--l-love me?"

"I think I do," Spade said. "What of it?" The muscles holding his smile in place stood out like wales. "I'm not Thursby. I'm not Jacobi. I won't play the sap for you."

. . . "Wait till I'm through and then you can talk. Fourth, no matter what I wanted to do now it would be absolutely impossible for me to let you go without having myself dragged to the gallows with the others. Next, I've no reason in God's world to think I can trust you and if I did this and got away with it you'd have something on me that you could use whenever you happened to want to. That's five of them. The sixth would be that, since I've also got something on you, I couldn't be sure you wouldn't decide to shoot a hole in me some day. Seventh, I don't even like the idea of thinking that there might be one chance in a hundred that you'd played me for a sucker. And eighth--but that's enough. All those on one side. Maybe some of them are unimportant. I won't argue about that. But look at the number of them. Now on the other side we've got what? All we've got is the fact that maybe you love me and maybe I love you."

"You know," she whispered, "whether you do or not."

"I don't. It's easy enough to be nuts about you." He looked hungrily from her hair to her feet and up to her eyes again. "But I don't know what that amounts to. Does anybody ever? But suppose I do? What of it? Maybe next month I won't. I've been through it before--when it lasted that long. Then what? Then I'll think I played the sap. And if I did it and got sent over then I'd be sure I was the sap. Well, if I send you over I'll be sorry as hell--I'll have some rotten nights--but that'll pass. Listen." He took her by the shoulders and bent her back, leaning over her. "If that doesn't mean anything to you forget it and we'll make it this: I won't because all of me wants to--wants to say to hell with the consequences and do it--and because--God damn you--you've counted on that with me the same as you counted on that with the others." He took his hands from her shoulders and let them fall to his sides.

Isn't this something like the subtext of the Jonny Depp-Amber Heard trial? Pretty woman makes the disreputable but somehow authentic guy play the sap -- but in the end, she gets her comeuppance? Something in that story reverberates deeply within the American character. Now we have something oddly similar, pretty woman tries to make disreputable but somehow authentic ex-president play the sap, but she gets her comeuppance.

I think the conservative YouTube commentator Mark Dice has the best take:

At 4:10, he says, ". . . and it turns out that just two days ago, she got a brand new lawyer, which helps explain this 'surprise' testimony, but I think the real story here is that he's most likely negotiating a million-dollar book deal for her and needed this publicity to help lock it in." The lesson of the Depp-Heard trial is that the jury system relies on ordinary citizens with common sense to come to their own conclusion about the credibility of witnesses. I think the same eventually plays out in manufactured public scandals like the January 6 boondoggle -- enough ordinary citizens can have enough common sense to bring about just outcomes.

Nevertheless, the never Trumpers are still trying to rehabilitate Hutchinson. Take John Podhoretz:

[Trump] also wanted to drive to the Capitol in the lead and physically tussled with the Secret Service in his SUV when they weren’t going to do so because they could not guarantee his safety. She testified that Cippolone told her if Trump marched to the Capitol, “We’re going to get charged with every crime imaginable.” And she reported Meadows saying of the chant to hang Vice President Mike Pence that Trump “doesn’t want to do anything,” and that “he thinks Mike deserves it. He doesn’t think they’re doing anything wrong.”

You’re going to hear people call this “hearsay.” It is not hearsay. It is direct testimony of contemporaneous things said in Hutchinson’s earshot about events that were taking place while she was listening.

. . . He has so far been protected by Meadows and Cippolone because they have refused to testify to the committee under claims of executive privilege. . . . But they can testify if they choose. If they do not, they will, in essence, be allowing Hutchinson’s testimony to stand. If they do, and they do not say everything she said was a lie, her testimony will stand and be bolstered by them. And if they testify and say their recollections of the days were different, they will have to report in what way they were different—and will not be able to refuse to answer questions they find uncomfortable.

But it isn't just hearsay; important parts of it are now in dispute by parties who were present, and that inevitably affects Hutchinson's overall credibilty. What puzzles me is that the political circumstances that will surrround the 2024 election are far distant and at this stage impossible to predict. Why is everyone so excited about this pretty 25-year-old who's quickly proven herself a bad liar?