Jamie Gorelick is a Democratic super-lawyer and former Clinton Justice Department official who made millions of dollars underwriting subprime mortgages at Fannie Mae before leaving the taxpayer-backed mortgage securities firm in 2003. Now she is a partner at WilmerHale, where lawyers charge up to $1,250 an hour and her corner office provides, according to the Washington Post, a “breathtaking” view of the capital. A graduate of Harvard (magna cum laude) and Harvard Law School (cum laude), the 67-year-old Gorelick is a credentialed member of the Washington establishment, of the cognitive elite, even, some might say, of the Deep State.
Or at least she was until recently. Gorelick, the Post reports, has made a very bad boo-boo. Among the clients paying her exorbitant fees, you see, are Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner. And for this crime, the Post continues, her liberal friends have cast Gorelick out and formed a “No Jamies Club.”
Maybe Jamie Gorelick needs better friends?
And maybe the supposedly professional and upstanding and righteous liberals who populate Washington should take a chill pill? These are, after all, the same well schooled, affluent, smooth-talking men and women who erupt in outrage at the slightest suggestion that a lawyer might decline to represent an unsavory client. What does it say about them that Javanka’s attorney is held to a different standard than Khalid Sheikh Mohammed’s?
In 2014, when the Washington Free Beacon obtained audio of Hillary Clinton bragging and laughing about exploiting technicalities to defend successfully an accused child rapist, liberals denounced the Free Beacon report for suggesting a non-public attorney has any choice in the clients she takes on. How dare we impugn the sanctity of the legal profession, was the gist. Didn’t we realize, these critics said, that a lawyer can defend, is encouraged to defend, is immune to criticism for defending even the most loathsome subhuman piece of criminal scum?
Left unmentioned was the proviso stating that these rules apply only to terrorists, rapists, and Democrats.
Not everyone is jumping to conclusions. In his piece on Gorelick, Marc Fisher of the Post is quick to remind his readers that, “ethically, Gorelick has every right to represent Kushner and his wife.” You don’t say. Let us pause, though, to reflect on the bizarre cultural conditions that make such a “to be sure” paragraph necessary.
The Office of Government Ethics notwithstanding, Jared Kushner and Ivanka Trump stand accused of no crime other than familial relation to a man large sections of the public hate with a visceral and sometimes violent passion. Kushner’s business practices and clumsy attempts to establish a backchannel to the Kremlin prior to his father-in-law’s inauguration may have been conflicted and amateurish and ill conceived. But, as of this writing, no one has said that these activities were illegal — and they certainly do not rise to the level of violent crime or international conspiracy to murder American civilians. Any moral universe in which representing the president’s daughter and her husband is more problematic than defending Gitmo detainees or laughing off a child rapist is a warped one, indeed.
Any moral universe in which representing the president’s daughter and her husband is more problematic than defending Gitmo detainees or laughing off a child rapist is a warped one, indeed.
But that is precisely the sort of universe we inhabit here in the swamp. As I read my paper I often find it difficult to know whom I am annoyed by more. There are the liberals attacking Gorelick for representing the Kushners even as they, the hypocrites, take money from liberal bogeymen on Wall Street and in the oil industry and in authoritarian foreign governments. There is Gorelick herself, who as she bills top dollar has assured Politico and the Post that she also “has kept Kushner and his wife informed as she continues to handle matters that push back against the Trump administration,” such as representing an immigrants-right group pro bono, challenging President Trump’s crackdown on sanctuary cities, and hosting “family and friends who came to Washington earlier this year to march against the new president.” Don’t go after me, Gorelick is saying, I’m just paying the bills. Maybe she can build a new guesthouse with Kushner’s money.
Then there is the media that gleefully cheers on this organic vegan food fight while playing its own double-dealing game. Note how clever Fisher is, finding a way to shoehorn duplicitous, not-for-public-consumption jibes into his piece while congratulating himself as the upholder of probity: “Those people will not be quoted in this article, by name or anonymously, as one tiny bulwark against outright awfulness.” Except you kind of did quote them, by mentioning in the first place these craven and cynical “longtime friends of Gorelick” who say one thing on the record and another thing off the record. How many longtime friends can she have? And why mention them at all, but to position yourself as the opponent of “awfulness”?
The Trumps, the lawyers, the lobbyists, the press — they deserve each other. Mark Leibovich’s book about the swamp was called This Town. I have an idea for a sequel. Working title: These People.
— Matthew Continetti is the editor-in-chief of the Washington Free Beacon, where this column first appeared. © 2017 All rights reserved