I’ve been glued to the TV all day today watching the confirmation hearings of Sonia Sotomayor. Watching her take on the Senate Judicial committee, I can’t help but wonder if we’re not witnessing the return of the Sacred Feminine right there on TV. I always wondered what form She would take, how and where She would show up. Sotomayor seems to fill the bill just fine.
Sotomayor embodies the gravitas I assign to the archetype of the Sacred Feminine. I mean, let’s get real. If you’d been stripped of all your dignity and power and banished from the earth for 8000 years, wouldn’t you be just a little impatient and downright pissed off with the good old boys who’ve sat in judgment of you all these centuries?
Goddess Sonia stands on the shoulders of eons of women who’ve been put down, judged and dismissed by that boys’ club. That she was able to restrain herself from getting up from her table and leveling some of those bad asses from the GOP, speaks volumes about her ability to transcend circumstances. Such self-restraint! But then, one learns self-restraint when one doesn’t wield the power.
Senator Sessions, if you’re going to attempt a smackdown by siding with Judge Miriam Cedarbaum’s opinion against your opponent, at least have the presence to know if she is in fact sitting right there in the hearing room and furthermore, happens to be a friend of your opponent! The Goddess and her judge friend took you to the cleaners on that exchange and instead of landing your accusation of Sotomayor being a racist, you ended up looking like the one you actually are.
Time out for a “Wikipedia moment”: In 1986, Sessions was nominated for a federal judgeship by President Ronald Reagan. The nomination was killed by the Senate Judiciary Committee, which refused by a 9-9 vote to let the nomination come to the Senate floor for a vote. Sessions’s opponents accused him of “gross insensitivity” on racial issues. Good move today, senator!
Arizona Senator Jon Kyl began his questioning without even addressing Sotomayor. Rude much? She interrupted him and greeted him with “good afternoon, sir”. He dismissed her greeting gruffly and pressed on with the inquisition. Classy move, Senator!
And what about Lindsay Graham? Did you catch his “cross-examination”? I couldn’t believe my ears! Here’s this little puff of hot air, a wimp of a man, lecturing the Goddess on her understanding of constitutional law and offering anonymous lawyers’ criticisms of her being “temperamental” and a “bully”. He let her know in no uncertain terms that “he doesn’t like bullies” and counseled her to spend some time reflecting on this.
Excuuuuse me? Could he be any more arrogant and condescending? Don’t you just know that his boss, Rush Limbaugh, had a little “Come to Jesus” meeting with him last night? “Wear the pants, Lindsay, show her who’s got the balls.” His attempt to bully the Goddess fell flatter than flat and he ended up looking like the impotent imposter that he is. How did this guy ever get elected?
Meanwhile, the “Wise Latina” sat there patiently gathering herself, waiting for her turn to speak. Whenever she spoke, her voice came from the bowels of the earth. I could feel centuries of wisdom, gleened in the belly of patience, gathered from the unspoken voices of women throughout history riding on every word, every nuance. She spoke in measured terms, weighing each word carefully, making each one count. And count they did. She was superb!
These people have no idea who they’re dealing with. On the surface, this looks like the confirmation hearing for the next Supreme Court Justice. Archetypally, we’re looking at the last gasps of the patriarchy, under assault by none less than a “Wise Latina”.
Let there be no question about the outcome of this “battle”. Goddess Sonia will prevail, just as the inevitable return of the Sacred Feminine will someday transform how human beings relate to one another. We’re not taling about changing one hierarchy for another. By its very nature, the Sacred Feminine is about partnership.
I, for one, celebrate the arrival of this Wise Latina, a worthy messenger of the transformative times to come.