Two illuminating experiences over the past 24 hours have removed my last doubts about the allegations against Alabama Republican Roy Moore. I have grown from being an avid but at the same time cautious supporter—concerned there may be some grain of truth to the accusations—to being confident of his innocence.
I am now satisfied that the charges against his character has been ginned up, nurtured and disseminated by forces who hate what Moore stands for, and will resort to every act of malice short of outright assassination to ensure he will never be seated in the United States Senate.
The first domino fell this morning, courtesy of MSM reporting, when I came across a ludicrous Op-Ed in USA Today entitled “Roy Moore and the Alabama paradox: Vote for him to get rid of him.” The author, a Mr. Schneider, used such ham-fisted hyperbole in making his case against Moore that one wonders if Freud might not have turned it against him.
“If asked,” Schneider clumsily hypothesized, “if he was a vampire during his early 30s, Moore would likely answer ‘not generally, no,’ and claim innocence because he asked permission from the parents of his victims before he dined on their flesh.”
Grotesquely attempting to enhance the one truly serious—and I’m convinced spurious—charge against Moore, Schneider sprinkled his screed with labels like “horrific,” “alleged pedophilia” and “likely pedophile.” (I’m no fan of Al Franken, but if someone on the right characterized his sexual improprieties against Leeann Tweeden as “rape,” I’d call the author on it just as vigorously.)
Then he spoke of the “nine women” who have come forward, describing their “lurid” claims. Lurid? Four of the nine, all 17 and 18 at the time, allege only that the early-thirties Moore expressed an interest in dating them. Nothing sexual, beyond one substantiated kiss, was involved. (More on this one true allegation that is being used to excoriate Moore in a moment.)
This is lurid?
That this witless whack-job passed muster as a serious Op-Ed in a major newspaper illustrates just how low Moore’s opposition will stoop. And after the feeding frenzy—“piranhas in bloody water” one of my friends who was there called it—that took place yesterday when reporters were invited to ask “policy questions” at a press conference called by Moore and his supporters, that domino didn’t just fall; it thudded loudly.
But the primary factor that changed my position were long conversations I had yesterday and this morning with three friends I have known and occasionally worked with over the years. Each of them is an honorable, courageous, thoughtful and seasoned Christian gentleman. All have stellar track records in the way they have conducted their lives, vocations, loved their wives and raised their children. Any allegiance to a man, political party or cause takes a distant back seat to their commitment to Christ and the advancement of His Kingdom. And all three of them have known and worked with Judge Moore for years; one for over twenty years.
(This is on top of my interviews five days ago with three other friends of similar character who have worked with Moore.)
Each of these men is 100 percent behind the judge. All of them believe that the serious charges are utterly untrue, and that the fact that he dated some girls in their late teens is being intentionally de-contextualized and wildly exaggerated (e.g. Schneider’s “lurid”). Here are the highlights of these conversations.
First, the one, established fact: as an attorney in his early 30’s, Roy Moore dated some girls in their upper teens. He admits this, although he has gotten a bit tongued-tied when addressing the point because of the baseline his interrogators have been quick to establish: a 30+-year-old man dating a 17-year-old woman sounds like…what was it Schneider called it again? Pedophilia?
Context is helpful here. First, Moore spent his own late teens and early twenties at West Point, an all-male school at the time. By all accounts he was a highly focused, disciplined and committed soldier, with little or no time for women. In July 1971, Captain Moore shipped off to Vietnam to take command of the 188th Company, 504th Battalion. After leaving the military in 1974, and graduating law school in 1977, he became a deputy district attorney in Etowah County. Now, for the first-time, the 30-year old Moore had an opportunity to settle down and, perhaps, find a wife.
At that time and in that particular old-school, deep-south culture, a 30+ year-old man dating and marrying an 18-year-old would not have raised many eyebrows—particularly when the majority of young ladies his age had been married while he was at West Point, in Vietnam and at law school. In fact, there were any number of mothers who viewed the handsome, West Point and law-school-graduated Moore, with his devout faith and gentlemanly manner, as the ultimate catch for their daughters. And at least one of these mothers and her daughter, whom Moore briefly dated, have stepped up to testify to this.
There’s no question standards have changed, even in Alabama. Viewed through a contemporary lens, it’s easy to assign these old ways a creep-factor that is undeserved. That is why, an associate of Moore’s told me, he stumbled a little in his interview with Sean Hannity. He had been asked a “when did you stop beating your wife?” type of question. In today’s zeitgeist, any admission that he dated women in their older teenage years was tantamount to calling himself—what was Schneider’s label—a pedophile?
It is precisely here where another bit of evidence for Moore’s defense needs to be examined. Listen carefully to his response to Hannity’s line of questioning concerning dating teen-age girls.
At first, I found myself put off a bit by Moore’s rambling, awkward response. But then it hit me: here was a man trying to be scrupulously honest about a “damned if you do” subject, yet fully aware that he was being unfairly gored on the horns of a false dilemma.
And there you have it, the worst thing you can say about Roy Moore’s character: that nearly forty years ago he dated a few teenage women with their mothers’ permissions.
Even as I write this, my head is threatening to explode. Here we are, hectored incessantly by Hollywood, universities, the MSM, and liberal politicians about how hard-working, Christian folk need a dose of their brand of enlightenment about, well most everything, including today’s sanctimonious lesson on the treatment of women. Yet all the while, the whole fornicating, serial-marrying, abortion-tendering, gender-bending, perverse, casting-couching lot of them could only wish they had backstories straight out of Sheriff Taylor’s Mayberry, like Roy Moore.
Working quickly through the other under- and non-reported facts my friends shared with me:
Over 1,000 friends, family, neighbors, church members, staff and volunteers from seven political campaigns and judicial administrations, some who have known Moore almost his entire life—including the 1970s—have gathered around him to offer their support and attest to his character and fitness for office, as well as the implausibility of the accusations.
Do you have 1,000 people who would do the same for you?
Not one of Moore’s long-time friends has walked.
Of course, this is seen as nothing more than a “circling of the wagons” by the cognoscenti currently presiding over the realms of government, entertainment and journalism; people who embrace “by any means necessary” as the first rule in the art of war. But let me give them a clue. Committed Christians—the millions of us clinging to our “God and guns,” as Obama put it—would not stand with their own mother if they were convinced she was guilty of a crime or a serious moral failure.
As much as my own wife and children love me, if I were running for the Senate, and if charges of sexual abuse were leveled against me that they suspected might be true…well they might at best hold their tongues. But they sure as heaven wouldn’t be standing with me, urging me to press on with my candidacy.
Finally, this past week, twelve local women who have known Judge Moore for periods of ten to forty years put their necks onto Robespierre’s chopping block in order to testify to the kindness and respect he has always shown them. Their number included one lady whom he had dated briefly some forty years ago when she was still a teenager, as well as one who worked closely with him and another who served him at a local restaurant—both while also in their teens.
Did you hear a word about any of this?
I didn’t think so.
In closing, let me tell you why the City of Man and the realms of Abaddon are out to destroy Roy Moore. They know he has not bowed his knee to Baal. They know he can’t be bought or compromised. And most terrifying of all, they know he wields a sword forged in the furnace of God’s word; that he understands what is the last, best hope for America and the rest of the West and world:
- That the sacred truth that all men are created equal is only self-evident when illumined by the light of God.
- That without the majority of our citizens being self-governed under the Lordship of Christ, our Republic cannot stand.
- That power tends to corrupt; that government must be limited and bound by the three-stranded cord of the executive, legislative and judicial branches; that when any of the three is compromised by another, our liberties will unravel.
- That we are the United States of America and not the United State. That our fifty states (thus far) are, as Jefferson described them, “the laboratories of democracy.” Chorusing this is the Tenth Amendment, which has been steadily chipped away at until even the most “progressive” of our founding fathers would now be advocating secession.
It is here where we find that Judge Moore stands apart from most of the other good men and women who serve our nation as civil magistrates under God. And it for this that demons in hell want to see him neutralized.
Roy Moore understands the doctrines of the lesser magistrate, nullification, and the preeminence of peer-jury rule with the same passion that both informed the hearts and forged the resolve of so many of our founding fathers. Indeed, it is one of the great ironies of our time that Patrick Henry’s famous 1775 “Give me liberty!” speech, informed by the same principles as Moore’s policy positions, would surely suffer similar contempt if it was given today .
My prayer—and I would ask you to join me in this—is that Judge Moore will pass through this fire. That he will be elected to the United States Senate on December 12 . And that the RINOs who troll the Republican house will shrink back in fear (thankfully their natural impulse) from sparking a Constitutional crisis by denying Moore his seat.
Further, having been refined in this present furnace of fire to a burnished bronze—and backed by the prayers of the saints—that Senator Moore will take his seat in humility and love for our country, and with the scepter of the One who rules this world hovering just above him, and to his left.
So let it be written. So let it be done.