I wasn’t going to write anymore about this. After all, Cain’s out of the race, so what’s the point?
But this Daily Beast interview with Ginger White seduced me (as it were) into reading more, and then writing more. It’s a cautionary tale of—well, of something, or perhaps many things, although I’m not entirely sure what they all are.
Mostly it’s the fact that a person can spout off to the press these days (the Daily Beast is operated by Tina Brown and owned by Newsweek) and say virtually anything without proof, and it will all be printed as long as it’s about a person the MSM wishes to eliminate. One would think that Cain had been destroyed enough already, but apparently the Beast desires to humiliate him still further by publishing White’s criticism of his wife’s self-denial, White’s speculation that he had many mistresses besides her, and, in perhaps the unkindest cut of all, White’s lack of sexual interest in Cain (she alleges she thought about grocery lists during sex).
White, of course, offers no more proof of their affair than she did in the first place, nor is she asked to. And once again—as so many MSM outlets have done—the Beast trots out the old “dozens of communications between her and Cain, including pre-dawn text messages” routine. Somehow no one’s ever managed to find out how many of them were from Cain, and no one ever seems to care.
I’m not naive about the press. I’ve spent a great deal of time on this blog criticizing the MSM and its purposely shoddy and deceptive reporting. So I should not be surprised by all of this, or by the tendency of many in the public to swallow it whole. But somehow these facts never lose their ability to surprise me, at least somewhat.
I don’t see how people can read passages like the following and trust White’s story. Does she not indict herself here far more than she does Cain?:
I remember a time when I was looking for a job, and I became separated from my first husband, John, and somebody said, ‘All you have to do is get in front of the owner of this company, and he will give you a job, because you’re pretty. And he did. The owner offered me a job, and by the end of the day, he asked me out and said, ‘I can help you with some extra money.’ So that’s what happened, for probably six months or so. I wasn’t the only one he was ‘helping.’ And then I started getting promoted on my own, and shortly after that, I said, I want a change. When I first started seeing Herman Cain, I lived in Louisville, but within a year I got a job offer here in Atlanta. I told Herman and said, ‘I may need help getting there—will you help me?’ And he said yes.”
For White, getting men to supplement her income that way “started becoming a game,” she said. “It was easy for me to get help like that. It makes you a bit cold. You have to be just as clever as they are, just as cold as they are, just as calculating as they are—and sometimes beat them at their own game. But I don’t want to be depicted as a woman who sleeps with men for money. I am not that woman. There have been a lot of men who sensed vulnerability and dangled a carrot, but I am not a bad person. I am a loving mother who has always wanted to make her own way and give her kids the best. I never wanted to take a handout, and I’ve said no more times than I said yes. I’ve said no more times than you can write down.”
Wow. Just wow. Again, I’m not so naive as to think this sort of thing doesn’t happen; I know it does. But I guess it still surprises me that White would say this freely about herself and not realize how terrible she sounds, and that at the same time her testimony (and her personal history) doesn’t seem to impeach her in the eyes of much of the public.
There’s more, much much more. But I’ll stop now. Suffice to say that the portrait White’s own words paints of her is so untrustworthy, so sordid, so deeply despicable that whether or not Cain had an affair with her, he showed terrible judgment in merely being friends with her.