Plantation Bobby
Charlie Savage has resurrected an intriguing find. Trolling like Marcy Wheeler through a 2005 records dump, he found two snippy notes relating to Michael Jackson, written by Chief Justice John Roberts in 1984. (These were also discussed in the context of Mr. Roberts’ 2005 confirmation hearings.) Mr. Roberts was then a 29 year-old fledgling lawyer working in the Reagan White House.

As a fourth-year lawyer, Mr. Roberts would have gotten a lot of the scut work at the White House’s Office of Legal Counsel, including whether to send two letters from the President to Michael Jackson. One was to commemorate a joint visit Mr. Reagan made with Mr. Jackson in June 1984 to an anti-drunk driving campaign (when M.A.D.D. was four year-old phenomenon). The other, three months later, was a letter to gracefully decline an invitation to attend a Jackson concert to be held at RFK stadium, as well as to decline to invite him to the White House.

Such letters are routine; the White House responds to thousands of them every year. President Reagan was a lifelong showman – in and out of Hollywood – who was famous for keeping up relations with other entertainers. Michael Jackson was then at the height of his career. At Mr. Roberts’ suggestion, the White House declined to issue either letter.

One interesting aspect Mr. Savage catches is the snippy, exasperated tone in the voice of a junior lawyer working for the Hollywood president. Commenting on his recommendation to reject the first letter, Mr. Roberts wrote,:

I recognize that I am something of a vox clamans in terris in this area, but enough is enough. The Office of Presidential Correspondence is not yet an adjunct of Michael Jackson’s PR firm. “Billboard” can quite adequately cover the event by reproducing the award citation and/or reporting the President’s remarks.

A google search for Mr. Roberts’ Latin phrase yielded 30,000 responses, including one from the National Review, debating the correctness of his usage, that he was a voice crying in the wilderness. Commenting on his recommendation to reject the second letter, Mr. Roberts repeated himself:

I hate to sound like one of Mr. Jackson’s records, constantly repeating the same refrain, but I recommend that we not approve this letter. Sometimes people need to be reminded of the obvious: whatever its status as a cultural phenomenon, the Jackson concert tour is a massive commercial undertaking. The tour will do quite well financially by coming to Washington, and there is no need for the President to applaud such enlightened self-interest. Frankly, I find the obsequious attitude of some members of the White House staff toward Mr. Jackson’s attendants, and the fawning posture they would have the President of the United States adopt, more than a little embarrassing.

That Mr. Roberts is conservative, was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and has a narrow sense of what constitutes American culture, is not news. Digby digs into him here.

What I found interesting is that neither review involved a single legal issue. Mr. Roberts was giving his personal opinion. A 29 year-old associate was telling a former "B" grade Hollywood actor-cum-president to distance himself from a contemporary entertainment icon whose appeal across color, age and ethnic boundaries dwarfed Mr. Reagan’s. Should we assume that Mr. Roberts’ political judgment has not improved and that he still issues personal opinions in the guise of professional judgment?