Andrew
Cuomo’s resignation as the Governor of New York had a long news run these past
two weeks, remaining competitive even in the face of Olympic autopsies,
pending Afghan catastrophe, and Haitian earthquakes. The achievement of catastrophe in Kabul
finally got him off the front page. The
news concerning Mr. Cuomo varied from day to day. First there was speculation concerning
whether such a dramatic development as a gubernatorial resignation might, well,
develop. Then came the countervailing
stories about how it couldn’t really happen and how it certainly would
happen. The governor’s chief of staff
resigned, charges of unsisterly collaboration with the Man swirling about her
head. She had been “Cuomo’s Ghislaine
Maxwell,” somebody said, referring to the intimate friend of the late Jeffery
Epstein, alleged to have helped Epstein bed teenagers. The governor’s firm denials that resignation ever
could happen were followed within twenty-four hours by apparently definitive
statements that it would indeed happen, that it had in a sense already
happened, though it would not take effect for another two weeks. But the stories continue: insider revelations
of desperate last-minute pleas and ploys, postmortems before the issuance of
the death certificate, and attempts to find out something about the highly
obscure lieutenant governor, who will soon be elevated. This is not
an essay about Andrew Cuomo, however, only a meditation on certain aspects of
his situation. I am not a resident of
New York, nor a knowledgeable observer of its politics. I have to admit that my generally unfavorable
view of the departing governor, who always struck me as arrogant and
self-regarding, is of long-standing.
Many people, including the dispensers of Emmies, seem to have admired
his nearly daily coronavirus pep talks; but I thought they were long-winded and
hectoring. And that voice! Furthermore, as a democrat I have an aversion
to our family political dynasties that began when John Adams sired John Quincy
Adams. A country with a population of
over three hundred million probably has more competence and talent spread
widely around than that found in a few favored families. That said, I would
choose to avoid joining in the pile-on and offer some general observations
about the curious contours of political cancellation.
I am hardly the first to note that there is a certain capriciousness that operates here. Grabbing at third rails does not always prove fatal to Democrats. Consider the following two cases. You will remember that Senator Al Franken was photographed simulating lascivious intent toward a woman asleep in an airplane. This was a theatrical, performative mime designed to represent to others, beginning with the photographer who was recording it, that Al Franken found a woman’s boobs desirable and arousing. It was crude and it was sophomoric and to anybody even slightly distanced from the moment it certainly failed to amuse, but it was not an actual sexual aggression. Harassment may be difficult to define, but at a minimum I should have thought it required actual and direct tactile and/or verbal contact, or at least concrete material signs (unwanted bouquets of roses, murdered pets, slashed tires, etc.) of which a victim is made consciously aware. Nonetheless several other women had their say, and Franken was out. The drop in the average IQ of the Senate was mere collateral damage, the price of purification.
But then we have another photogenic politician, Governor Ralph Northam of Virginia. In the hierarchy of political criminality race generally trumps gender. So it certainly looked as though Northam’s goose was cooked when a photograph of him from his college days, in which he appeared pigmented as an artificial negro, turned up out of nowhere—nowhere meaning the research files of his political enemies. I will not go into any of the actual ambiguities of “blackface” because nobody else did. People simply called for his resignation. Northam abased himself with apologies in a series of intermittent struggle sessions. Right thinking people continued to demand that he go. This was two and a half years ago. A few are demanding it still in a ritualistic sort of way. It is not going to happen, because there are big differences between Cuomo and Northam, quite apart from their offenses. One minor difference is that there were some people who liked Northam. But the real reason was that the election of a Democrat in Virginia was regarded as halfway between miracle and revolution, and the Democratic Party wanted in no way to jeopardize a hard-won foothold which it hopes to secure and expand. There hasn’t been a Republican governor in New York since Pataki, and there may well never be another one. Under these differing circumstances it is possible that similar loudly proclaimed high moral principles will lead to dissimilar concrete results.
Mr. Cuomo’s theory that he is a victim not of his own grotesque behavior but of changing social rules in the sexual arena is perhaps a small step toward righting the serious imbalance of trade in cognitive dissonance amassed by Republican leadership during the Trump presidency and its aftermath. "In my mind, I've never crossed the line with anyone, but I didn't realize the extent to which the line has been redrawn. There are generational and cultural shifts that I just didn't fully appreciate."
If there has been an evolution of mores in in these matters, surely it has been in the opposite direction to that posed by Mr. Cuomo. That is to say, social relations between the sexes have become ever more relaxed and permissive, with a tone ever more “liberated”. In our country and many others this trend has been noticeable, and well noted, since the end of World War I, which is to say for a full century. Don’t take my word for it when you can consult the testimony of the genius sociologist Cole Porter. He wrote “Anything Goes” in 1934, two years before I was born. “In olden days a glimpse of stocking / was looked on as something shocking, but now, God knows--anything goes.” And he added another verse of special interest to literature professors: “Good authors too who once knew better words,/ now only use four letter words/writing prose, anything goes.” Too true.
Cole Porter
The goalposts have been moved? The line has been redrawn? The rules have been rewritten? Mr. Cuomo seems to suggest that according to some unstated rule of the good old days of his youth, any big shot man was entitled to feel up any female target of opportunity he might come upon. But surely no normal, decent person of either sex or any party can have believed that then or thinks that today. To the extent there has been a rule change, it has been among journalists rather than politicians. In JFK’s day you simply didn’t write about off-topic stuff like that. The media engines of excess mentioned by Cole Porter are “those little radios.” He knew nothing of our social media which leave no stone unturned and no slug or elephant bug beneath the upturned stone unrevealed or without its thousand “likes”. Let it all hang out, or in this instance, crawl out. I don’t know that anything goes, but Cuomo is going.
