Saturday, April 30, 2022

The Collateral Damage of Queen Elizabeth’s Glorious Reign

 

The Collateral Damage of Queen Elizabeth’s Glorious Reign

In Tina Brown’s “The Palace Papers,” other royals stand and wait, but what purpose do they serve?

By Sam Knight The New Yorker


The Queen is the only royal who actually matters or does anything. That’s not fair, of course, but the monarchy is unfairness personified and glorified, long to reign over us. Naturally, the rest of the Royal Family—the heirs; the spares; Princess Michael of Kent, whose father was in the S.S. and whom Diana nicknamed the Führer; Princess Anne, Charles’s younger sister, who’s known to feed the chickens in a ballgown and Wellington boots after a night at the palace—are all busy. They have numberless engagements and causes, which fill their identical, repeating years, but they exist only as heralds for the magical authority of the Crown, which resides in the Queen and nobody else. “They are high-born scaffolding,” as Tina Brown, a former editor of The New Yorker, writes in “The Palace Papers,” her latest chronicle of the unhappy House of Windsor. The Queen decides. She elevates. She exiles. The rest of them sweat: about their annual allowance; their ridiculously discounted rents on apartments in Kensington Palace; the granting of a weekend cottage on the grounds of Sandringham; their access to the balcony of Buckingham Palace for big photo ops; their entry to the Knights of the Garter, a reward for not fucking things up too badly; their Instagram followers; today’s ghastliness in the MailOnline.

It’s an unspeakable existence: brain-melting privilege with the agency of a root vegetable. In the summer of 1997, a few weeks before Princess Diana died, the Labour politician Peter Mandelson went to see Prince Charles and his lover, Camilla Parker Bowles, at Highgrove, Charles’s eighteenth-century mansion in Gloucestershire. Charles showed Mandelson around his beloved garden in a light rain and complained about his portrayal in the media, Brown reports. Mandelson advised the prince to cheer up. But he recorded his sympathy in his memoir: “For Charles and the Queen, their lives were quite literally their job. Every move they made, every smile or raised eyebrow, every relationship made or severed, was seen as part of their defining function: simply to be the royal family.” Simply to be. Who could stand it?

The Queen, who turned ninety-six last week and will celebrate seventy years on the throne this summer, has stood it very well. She has been an exemplary monarch. But, then, she has always had something to do. Elizabeth was too young, too hidebound, to develop any passion projects before the death of her father, George VI, in February, 1952. Her formative experiences as an adult were a couple of short, happy years as a naval wife in Malta and a few months in the Auxiliary Territorial Service—the women’s branch of the British Army—during the Second World War, when she learned to fix a car.

On her accession, at the age of twenty-five, she became the studious, careful ruler that we know. There have been times when the Queen has momentarily missed the mood, but in the course of a lifetime she has deployed the charisma of the Crown with skill and, occasionally, to great triumph. The Commonwealth, a fifty-four-nation political association of (mostly) former British colonies, is her legacy. Her visit to Ireland in 2011, the first by a British monarch since the country gained its independence, in 1921, was a huge deal. She knows the right word, the correct unreadable facial expression to wear. During the pandemic, the Queen channelled Dame Vera Lynn and Britain’s wartime tribulations, which have anchored her own decades of service: “We will be with our friends again; we will be with our families again; we will meet again.” She understands her majesty. “I have to be seen to be believed” is her signal aphorism.

The portrait of Elizabeth II that emerges from Brown’s book is of someone acutely aware of her multiple roles: as the ceremonial head of state, an empty mirror for the nation to gaze upon itself; as the C.E.O. of a rich, dysfunctional celebrity dynasty (the Queen’s net worth, in 2021, was three hundred and sixty-five million pounds, or a little more than four hundred and fifty million dollars); as a mother, grandmother, and so on. She does not get these confused. To avoid conflict, and to pull rank, the Queen withdraws with her red box of official government papers. According to Brown, the family slang for this maneuver is “ostriching”—just listen to the passive-aggressive envy. The Queen’s favorite subject, bar none, is the breeding of horses. Her closest male friend was the Seventh Earl of Carnarvon—known as Porchey, from an earlier aristocratic title—who served as her racing manager from 1969 until he died of a heart attack while watching the coverage of 9/11. Her wedding present to Charles, when he finally married Camilla, in 2005, was a broodmare. As it happened, the timing of the wedding clashed with the Grand National, Britain’s biggest steeplechase. The organizers delayed the race by twenty-five minutes. Shortly after the ceremony, the Queen stepped into a side room in Windsor Castle, with Andrew Parker Bowles, Camilla’s previous husband, to watch the race. (“One of those inbred social details that baffle royal outsiders,” Brown writes.) During the reception, the Queen slipped out and watched the race again.

What carnage it has been for the rest of them. “The stultifying sameness of it all,” Brown writes. The problem of bored, disaffected royal highnesses—stretching over generations—has never been as bad as it is now. Until Elizabeth was ten, she was the daughter of a spare herself. Prince Albert, who became George VI on the abdication of his brother, Edward VIII, in 1936, had prepared himself for a sedate life of high-born pleasures: hunting, shooting, flying the odd airplane. He married an intelligent non-royal, Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, and learned a lot about rhododendrons. But it was easier to be a prince back then. There was more deference, more royal blood to marry into, more feckless aristocrats. Prince George, the Queen’s uncle, was a cocaine addict in the twenties. It happened.

But waiting is torture. “Nobody knows what utter hell it is to be the Prince of Wales,” Charles is reported to have said, and that was almost twenty years ago. The only heir apparent to have been apparent for anything like as long as Charles was Edward VII, the eldest son of Queen Victoria, known as Bertie. He was fifty-nine when his mother finally died, in 1901. (Charles is seventy-three.) “I don’t mind praying to the eternal father,” Bertie said, during Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee celebrations. “But I do mind being the only man in the country afflicted with an eternal mother.” Like Charles, Bertie was oppressed by a miserable education and his mother’s low opinion. He liked the finer things in life and had temper tantrums. In his later years, he sought the comfort of Alice Keppel, a young socialite and the future great-grandmother of Camilla Parker Bowles. Keppel’s portrait hung for many years in Camilla’s house in Wiltshire, from which she would quietly drive over to Highgrove to spend the night with the Prince of Wales. According to Brown, one of Charles’s hobbies is buying up pieces of Keppel’s jewelry collection and giving them to his future queen.

Brown relishes these echoes. “The fascination of monarchy,” she writes, “is that its themes—and its problems—repeat themselves over time through its reliably fallible and all-too-mortal protagonists.” But the real subject of “The Palace Papers” is royal purposelessness: how it has been endured by everybody in the Firm except the boss—and the psychological toll that it has taken. The first victim—the first casualty from Us Four, as George VI called his bonny nuclear family—was the Queen’s sister, Princess Margaret. “Bewitching and oh so bored,” in Brown’s description, Margaret was deprived by Her Majesty of the chance to marry a divorced, older man. Over her many subsequent, meandering years, the princess spiralled into being older and divorced herself, as well as a little drunk. “Specialness of position unmoored to any tangible purpose meant that nothing was more exotic to Margaret than the mundane,” Brown writes. “It was one of her lifelong dreams to ride on a bus.” Margaret’s final decline began in 1999, when she badly scalded her feet while running a bath on the private island of Mustique.

Next on the block were the Queen’s four children—the youngest of whom, Prince Edward, the Earl of Wessex, is fifty-eight years old. Sweet and underpowered, Edward’s claim to fame is running a TV-production company that managed to upend the palace’s plan to protect Prince William’s privacy at university by turning up at St. Andrew’s with a camera crew. The leader of the royal boomers is Charles. The Queen missed his second and third Christmases and his third birthday. His earliest memory is of lying in a vast, high-sided pram. “He’s not a terribly strong person,” Mark Bolland, the prince’s former communications adviser, told the Guardian, in 2003. Brown deftly conjures the loose, aristo playground in which Charles (sort of) frolicked in the seventies: polo parties, floral sofas, and a certain amount of shagging other people’s wives. At a summer ball in 1980, Charles and Camilla made out on the dance floor in view of her husband, a prodigious adulterer himself. “HRH is very fond of my wife,” Parker Bowles remarked, suavely. “And she appears to be very fond of him.”

When staying as a house guest, Charles likes to bring his orthopedic bed, a few paintings to make him feel at home, a teddy bear, and his martini, pre-mixed and served in his own glass. “The sorry truth was that Charles, in his material character, just wasn’t the kind of person the Queen admired,” Brown writes. His sister, Anne, seems the most contented of the lot. Takes after her father, apparently. No nonsense. Goes where she is told. The most heinous and depraved is Prince Andrew, the Queen’s second son, said to be her favorite as a child. Between 2019 and earlier this year, the Duke of York was stripped of his royal responsibilities and military titles because of his long association with Jeffrey Epstein, the financier and pedophile. In February, the Queen reportedly gave her son funds to settle a lawsuit with Virginia Giuffre, who had accused Andrew of sexually abusing her when she was trafficked as a minor. Brown suggests that Prince Andrew shows symptoms of a purported psychological phenomenon known as the Dunning-Kruger effect, “the cognitive bias in which people come to believe that they are smarter and more capable than they really are.” He could just be an asshole. In 2015, Brown reports, an American visitor to Royal Lodge—the discreet pile that Andrew shares with his ex-wife, the Duchess of York, near Windsor Castle—was having lunch with the duchess when the prince walked in. “What are you doing with this fat cow?” he asked the visitor.

“They are like creatures in a Middle Eastern harem, captives of luxury everyone resents, but without the wherewithal or expertise to pursue successful lives beyond,” Brown observes. The Firm’s leading millennials, William and Harry, are the offspring of its most painful and operatic marriage, between Charles and Diana. Brown untangles how the two princes, both traumatized by the death of their mother, have attempted to cope by building adult lives almost diametrically opposed to each other. William and Catherine, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, have gone for full domestic quietude: shopping for their own groceries, sharing their weekends with other reliably discreet, titled types in Norfolk, wearing affordable clothes. With their three winsome children—George, Charlotte, and Louis—and the throne distantly in view, they are “Us Five.” (A rumor that William was sleeping around among their Norfolk set was apparently spread by members of his parents’ generation, who couldn’t believe how staid it all was.)

Harry and Meghan, the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, went the other way. In Brown’s telling, Harry fell in love with Meghan Markle very fast, amazed by her dynamism and poise, and then watched, in fury and wonder, as she was brought low by the same forces that made him sweat before he even left the house. “At the core of the difficulties was determining whether the Sussexes were celebrity royals or royal celebrities,” Brown writes. “Two very different states of being.” The Sussexes are planet-level influencers—their causes are legion—but their glamour derives, as water flows to the sea, from Harry’s nonagenarian grandmother, something that, between them, they failed to apprehend. Harry “is a deeply caring person who wants to make a positive difference,” a palace source told Brown. “He doesn’t understand that the reason he’s getting to do that is because he’s a Prince.”

It was the Queen, in C.E.O. mode, who freed them from the royal cage. Now they are comfortably adrift in Montecito, California, a reported more than a hundred million dollars richer—courtesy of Netflix, Spotify, and Penguin Random House—and doomed to trade, forever, on the damage done to them by an ancient Crown. (Harry is currently involved in a court case against the British government over the cost of his security arrangements when visiting the U.K.: he wants to be able to pay for police protection; the Home Office says that the police aren’t available for hire.) “I never thought I would have my security removed, because I was born into this position,” the prince told Oprah last year. “I inherited the risk, so that was a shock to me.” He inherited much more than that.

Unaccountably, there are characters who have managed to survive—even prosper, albeit briefly—in the purgatory of this Elizabethan age. By coincidence or not, the two people who come out best from “The Palace Papers” are Charles’s wives: Camilla and her tragic predecessor. Camilla just seems to have had the right constitution for it all: raised in a happy family, tough as teak and made convivial by generations, eons perhaps, of well-bred English socializing. Tennis. Riding out. A glass of sherry after church. “I’ve never been able not to talk,” she told Geordie Greig, the former editor of the Daily Mail, in 2017. “It’s in the psyche, not to leave a silence.” Camilla is, in Brown’s memorable phrase, “marvelously salty fun.”

You wouldn’t say the same of Diana, who flickers in the background of “The Palace Papers” like a candle about to set fire to a curtain. She came from a fancy family, the Spencers, even more fractious than the Windsors. Her mother, Frances, lost custody of her four children after she left Diana’s father, Viscount Althorp, in 1968, and was deemed a “bolter” by her own mother. (It was never explained to the kids why she was leaving, according to Brown.) Diana suffered grievously as a princess, but she also, by instinct and upbringing, had a sophisticated feel for the dynamics of royal power: whose charisma was whose. “I was a different person,” she told Martin Bashir, in her now infamous BBC interview, in 1995, recalling her overseas tour with Charles to Australia and New Zealand, twelve years earlier. “I realized the sense of duty, the level of intensity of interest, and the demanding role I now found myself in.” A poignant episode in Brown’s book is her recollection of a lunch in New York with Diana and Anna Wintour, the editor of Vogue, six weeks before the princess’s death. “I was bowled over by the confident, skilful way she wooed us,” Brown writes. Divorced and in exile, Diana planned to make a film every two years, to highlight social problems that were important to her. She was going to start with illiteracy. “Diana was always ahead of the curve,” Brown writes. “Her plan sounds very like what Meghan and Harry are attempting with their entertainment deals today, but with one central difference: It was better thought out.”

The succession looms. The Queen was born more than thirty years closer to the assassination of President Lincoln than she was to the present day. “How will anyone know how to be British anymore?” Brown asks of the dreadful moment, when it comes. Her Majesty has been streamlining her team for the transition, tying up loose ends. In 2019, palace Kremlinologists noticed that a family portrait of the Sussexes was absent from its place near the royal elbow during the broadcast of the Queen’s Christmas message. Earlier this year, after the defenestration of Andrew, she announced that she would like Camilla to become Queen Consort, rather than stay a simple duchess, when Charles takes over.

Brown makes the point that at least Charles’s deepest political concern—the state of nature in the face of climate change—is in synch with the present moment. At last year’s U.N. climate-change summit in Glasgow, the almost-king, who drives an Aston Martin converted to run on whey and the by-products of English wine, repeated his call for “a circular bioeconomy” to save us all. The reality is that Charles’s relatively short reign is likely to be busy with the last fourteen countries outside the U.K. where the British monarch is the head of state rushing for the door. Last week, on a visit to the Caribbean, Prince Edward was greeted by protesters and demands for reparations for Britain’s role in the transatlantic slave trade. The long-term survival—and sanity—of the House of Windsor now rests in the happy, close-knit, middlebrow care of William and Catherine, and their clutch of little Cambridges. What could possibly go wrong?

Thursday, April 28, 2022

The Life and Death of the Original Micro-Apartments


The Life and Death of the Original Micro-Apartments
By Kyle Chayka The New Yorker

With the Nakagin Capsule Tower, the architect Kisho Kurokawa had a prophetic vision of buildings and cities that prioritized mobility.


The Nakagin capsules suggest a kind of utopian urban life style. Their paucity of space and equipment meant that activities typically done at home, like eating and socializing, would instead be conducted out on the street.Photograph by Jeremie Souteyrat / Laif / Redux




One sunny winter afternoon in 2019, I was in Tokyo on a reporting trip, wandering through the glitzy Ginza district with an American friend who happened to be in the city on vacation. We were crossing between shopping malls on a skybridge over the teeming sidewalks when I froze in my steps and stared into the distance. In front of me was an unobstructed view of the Nakagin Capsule Tower, an iconic building designed by Kisho Kurokawa and completed, in 1972, as part of the Japanese architectural movement Metabolism. The residential building comprised two central towers, each with a stack of steel cube-like units protruding from it. At the center of every cube was a single porthole window. Designed as self-contained dwellings for commuting businessmen, the units together resembled a laundromat’s row of washing machines stacked vertically, or a Lego project blown up to building-size proportions. My trip wasn’t a pilgrimage; I hadn’t planned on seeing the tower, though I had admired photographs of it many times. But when I saw it standing out against a crowd of much more generic surrounding buildings, I asked my friend to take my picture with the façade in the background. It was an architecture nerd’s equivalent of a celebrity selfie.

The building at the time was in a conspicuous state of disrepair. Its concrete surface was pockmarked; many of the circular windows were papered over. Last year, after more than a decade of back-and-forth over the building’s fate, the owners’ association agreed to sell the towers to a consortium of real-estate firms, and earlier this month news came that demolition of the structure had finally begun. Recent photos posted by a preservationist initiative on Facebook show that its base now half gone; the hundred and forty-four capsules float above the construction, bereft and doomed. The future that Kurokawa and the Metabolism movement imagined didn’t come to pass, yet in many ways their dynamic vision is woven into the fabric of our architectural present.

Metabolism officially launched with a manifesto, in 1960, as Japanese cities were being reconceptualized after the destruction of the Second World War. Part of a new postwar generation of architects, Metabolism’s founders—among them Kurokawa, Kiyonori Kikutake, and Fumihiko Maki—were driven, as Kurokawa wrote in his 1977 book, “Metabolism in Architecture,” by “traumatic images of events that took place when we were in our formative childhood years.” Born in 1934, in Aichi Prefecture, Kurokawa was the son of an architect whose style he described as “ultra-nationalistic.” In his own studies, he was drawn first to Kyoto University, for its sociological approach to architecture, then to Tokyo University, where he studied under the modernist architect Kenzo Tange, who worked after the war on the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum. But Kurokawa was more interested in looking forward. “I felt that it was important to let the destroyed be and to create a new Japan,” he wrote.

Japanese culture had traditionally valued the qualities of mobility and ephemerality, Kurokawa observed. Historic structures such as the Ise Grand Shrine are torn down and rebuilt repeatedly rather than allowed to decay. The nation’s capital had moved many times over the centuries. Such a “fluid society” now presented opportunities “for a new kind of living space,” Kurokawa wrote. The architects of Metabolism envisioned buildings and cities that would move and grow according to demand. Unlike Western modernist architecture, which proposed a universal design solution applicable the world over, Metabolism was intentionally provincial. “I do not intend to try to produce an international style. Nor do I hope to establish standards that can be used everywhere,” Kurokawa wrote.

Each of the Nakagin Capsule Tower’s units measures two and a half metres by four metres by two and a half metres—dimensions that, the architect Kisho Kurokawa noted, are the same as those of a traditional teahouse.Photograph by Carl Court / Getty


The Nakagin capsules suggest a kind of utopian urban life style. Their paucity of space and equipment meant that activities typically done at home, like eating and socializing, would instead be conducted out on the street. The Nakagin capsules were not full-time residences but pieds-à-terre for suburban businessmen or miniature studios for artists and designers. The individual capsules were pre-assembled, then transported to the site and plugged in to the towers’ central cores. Each unit—two and a half metres by four metres by two and a half metres, dimensions that, Kurokawa noted, are the same as those of a traditional teahouse—contained a corner bathroom fit for an airplane, a fold-down desk, integrated lamps, and a bed stretching from wall to wall. Televisions, stereos, and tape decks could also be included at the buyer’s discretion.

In some ways, Kurokawa’s vision of a domestic architecture that prioritized mobility and flexibility proved prophetic. The capsules were the original micro-apartments, an ancestor to today’s capsule hotels, and a forebear of the shared, temporary spaces of Airbnb. “In the future the space and tools for free movement will be the status symbols,” Kurokawa wrote. “High mobility has become a pattern of life.” Kurokawa used the capsules as a modular unit of many of his architectural projects, integrating them into designs for private residences, office buildings, and complexes of summer houses on a hillside. He imagined a future in which people would live in traditional apartments in the city during the week, then “ride in a mobile capsule” to the sea or countryside on the weekends.

In Kurokawa’s original plan, the Nakagin capsules were meant to be replaced every twenty-five years with updated iterations. That didn’t happen, in part because of the funding that would have required. Each capsule would have cost, according to some estimates, almost nine million yen, or about seventy thousand dollars, to repair. A single capsule couldn’t be removed without removing all those above it, so all units would have to be vacated and updated at once. Over time, the building fell into disrepair. Concerns about asbestos made the towers’ ventilation system unusable, and residents complained about mold and incessant leaks during rainstorms. The owners’ association first voted to sell the building to a developer, in 2007, but the firm soon filed for bankruptcy, throwing the building’s fate into uncertainty. Kurokawa, who had pushed for renovations, died that same year. By 2010, the towers’ hot water had been shut off. The building had become more a work of art than the dynamic architecture that Kurokawa envisioned.

Witnessing the Capsule Tower’s demise is sad, but a certain aesthetic of slight melancholy, plainness, and natural decay, which Kurokawa identified with the Japanese aesthetic of sabi (one-half of the familiar wabi-sabi), was part of his own philosophy. “The relation between society and nature is an open one,” he wrote. The building will doubtless have a long afterlife. It will be marvelled at in social-media posts and used as inspiration on architectural mood boards; it will continue to elicit awe simply for the fact that it once got built. And parts of the building may also survive, in a way. A few years ago, Tatsuyuki Maeda, an advertising veteran who has owned as many as fifteen of the capsules, began leading the Nakagin Capsule Tower Preservation and Restoration Project, which now hopes to rescue around forty units, restore them, and enter them into museum collections. “The capsules will take on a life of their own, scattered across different locations,” Maeda recently told The Economist. Future visitors might walk into a white-cube gallery and find one of Kurokawa’s cubes, then poke around the built-in bed and appliances. The remnants will serve as a reminder of the bare-minimum spatial needs of a city-dwelling human in the late twentieth century—and of the vast possibilities that the Metabolists saw therein.

Sunday, April 24, 2022

This Man Married a Fictional Character.

This Man Married a Fictional Character. He’d Like You to Hear Him Out.

By Ben Dooley and Hisako Ueno NY Times

Akihiko Kondo and thousands of others are in devoted fictional relationships, served by a vast industry aimed at satisfying the desires of a fervent fan culture.

Akihiko Kondo at home in Tokyo with a doll of Hatsune Miku, the virtual pop star.Credit...Noriko Hayashi for The New York Times



TOKYO — In almost every way, Akihiko Kondo is an ordinary Japanese man. He’s pleasant and easy to talk to. He has friends and a steady job and wears a suit and tie to work.

There’s just one exception: Mr. Kondo is married to a fictional character.

His beloved, Hatsune Miku, is a turquoise-haired, computer-synthesized pop singer who has toured with Lady Gaga and starred in video games. After a decade-long relationship, one that Mr. Kondo says pulled him out of a deep depression, he held a small, unofficial wedding ceremony in Tokyo in 2018. Miku, in the form of a plush doll, wore white, and he was in a matching tuxedo.

In Miku, Mr. Kondo has found love, inspiration and solace, he says. He and his assortment of Miku dolls eat, sleep and watch movies together. Sometimes, they sneak off on romantic getaways, posting photos on Instagram.

Mr. Kondo, 38, knows that people think it’s strange, even harmful. He knows that some — possibly those reading this article — hope he’ll grow out of it. And, yes, he knows that Miku isn’t real. But his feelings for her are, he says.

“When we’re together, she makes me smile,” he said in a recent interview. “In that sense, she’s real.”


 

A photo from a wedding ceremony Mr. Kondo held in 2018.Credit...Noriko Hayashi for The New York Times

 


Mr. Kondo said he planned to be faithful to Miku until he died.Credit...Noriko Hayashi for The New York Times

 

Mr. Kondo is one of thousands of people in Japan who have entered into unofficial marriages with fictional characters in recent decades, served by a vast industry aimed at satisfying the every whim of a fervent fan culture. Tens of thousands more around the globe have joined online groups where they discuss their commitment to characters from anime, manga and video games.

For some, the relationships are just for a laugh. Mr. Kondo, however, has long known that he didn’t want a human partner. Partly, it was because he rejected the rigid expectations of Japanese family life. But mostly, it was because he had always felt an intense — and, even to himself, inexplicable — attraction to fictional characters.

Accepting his feelings was hard at first. But life with Miku, he argues, has advantages over being with a human partner: She’s always there for him, she’ll never betray him, and he’ll never have to see her get ill or die.

Mr. Kondo sees himself as part of a growing movement of people who identify as “fictosexuals.” That’s partly what has motivated him to publicize his wedding and to sit for awkward interviews with news media around the globe.

He wants the world to know that people like him are out there and, with advances in artificial intelligence and robotics allowing for more profound interactions with the inanimate, that their numbers are likely to increase.

It’s not a political movement, he said, but a plea to be seen: “It’s about respecting other people’s lifestyles.”

Pretend people, true feelings

It’s not unusual for a work of art to provoke real emotions — anger, sorrow, joy — and the phenomenon of desiring the fictional is not unique to Japan.

But the idea that fictional characters can inspire real affection or even love may well have reached its highest expression in modern Japan, where the sentiment has given rise to a highly visible subculture and become the basis for a thriving industry.

“When we’re together, she makes me smile,” Mr. Kondo said in a recent interview. “In that sense, she’s real .”Credit...Noriko Hayashi for The New York Times

 


The Japanese word for the feelings those characters inspire is “moe,” a term that has become shorthand for just about anything that is viscerally adorable.

Business seminars have talked about tapping the moe market, and the government has promoted the notion — in relation to cartoons — as an important cultural export. The word and other specialized terms have resonated beyond Japan, with fictosexuals abroad often adopting them to articulate their own experience of love.

While unofficially marrying fictional characters remains rare, the economic juggernaut that has grown around Japanese fan culture since the late 1970s has made it possible for many more people to live out elaborate fantasies with their favorite characters.

“You have the comics, the cartoons, the games kind of building up a sort of infrastructure where characters become more important to people,” said Patrick Galbraith, an associate professor in the School of International Communication at Senshu University in Tokyo who has written extensively about the subject.

In Tokyo, two districts have become meccas for fulfilling character-based dreams: Akihabara (for men) and Ikebukuro (for women). Specialty shops in the neighborhoods are packed with merchandise for characters from popular games and anime.

The products for women are especially extensive. Fans can buy love letters from their crushes, reproductions of their clothes and even scents meant to evoke their presence. Hotels offer special packages, featuring spa treatments and elaborate meals, for people celebrating their favorite character’s birthday. And on social media, people post photos, art and mash notes promoting their “oshi” — a term widely used by Japanese fans to describe the objects of their affection.

For some, the relationships represent a rejection of the entrenched “breadwinner-housewife” model of marriage in Japan, said Agnès Giard, a researcher at the University of Paris Nanterre who has extensively studied fictional marriages.

“To the general public, it seems indeed foolish to spend money, time and energy on someone who is not even alive,” Dr. Giard said. “But for character lovers, this practice is seen as essential. It makes them feel alive, happy, useful and part of a movement with higher goals in life.”



Kina Horikawa with Kunihiro Horikawa, a character from the mobile game Touken Ranbu, at a cafe in Tokyo. She said she did not want to show her face because other fans of Kunihiro Horikawa might harrass her on social media.Credit...Noriko Hayashi for The New York Times

 

Rather than becoming more isolated as a result of their relationships, women benefit from the elaborate communities that develop around them, Dr. Giard said. In her experience, women see the fictional marriages as empowering, “a way to challenge gender, matrimonial and social norms.”

In some respects, Mr. Kondo’s commitment to Miku, too, is an example of commercial and social forces at work.

Although Miku is often portrayed as a single character, she’s actually a piece of software, a digital “singer in a box” that comes paired with a cartoon avatar that has appeared in concert in hologram form.

Mr. Kondo first found comfort in Miku in 2008, after bullying at his job sent him into a spiral of depression. He had decided long ago that he would never love a real person, partly because, like many young people, he had been rejected by a series of crushes, and partly because he didn’t want the life that Japanese society demanded of him.

Soon, Mr. Kondo began making songs with Miku and purchased a stuffed doll of the character online.

A major breakthrough in the relationship came nearly a decade later, with the introduction in 2017 of a $1,300 machine called Gatebox. The size of a table lamp, the device allowed its owners to interact with one of a variety of fictional characters represented by a small hologram.

Gatebox was marketed to lonely young men. In one ad, a shy office worker sends a note to his virtual wife letting her know he’ll be late. Upon his arrival, she reminds him that it’s their “three-month anniversary,” and they share a Champagne toast.

As part of its promotional campaign, Gatebox’s maker set up an office where users could apply for unofficial marriage certificates. Thousands of people registered.

Mr. Kondo was delighted that Miku was among the Gatebox characters and excited to at last hear her thoughts on their relationship. In 2018, he proposed to Miku’s flickering avatar. “Please treat me well,” she replied.

He invited his co-workers and his family to the wedding. They all refused to come.

In the end, 39 people attended, largely strangers and online friends. His local member of Parliament was there, and a woman he had never met before helped him with the arrangements.

Some Japanese commentators denounced Mr. Kondo as weird. Others pleaded for sympathy. One man contended that the union was a violation of Japan’s Constitution, which states that marriage shall be allowed only with the consent of both sexes. In response, Mr. Kondo posted a video of his proposal.

‘If you ask me if I’m happy, I’m happy’



Yasuaki Watanabe with a body pillow of Hibiki Tachibana, a character from an anime series.Credit...Noriko Hayashi for The New York Times

 

In the years since his story went viral, hundreds of people from around the world have turned to Mr. Kondo for advice, support and reassurance.

Among them was Yasuaki Watanabe, who opened a small business registering fictional marriages after seeing the popularity of Gatebox’s short-lived certificate service.

Over the last year, Mr. Watanabe has counseled hundreds of fictosexuals and issued around 100 marriage certificates, including one for himself and Hibiki Tachibana, a character from the anime series “Symphogear.”

Mr. Watanabe, who likes to travel and has an active social life, began watching the show only at a friend’s insistence. But when he saw Hibiki, it was true love, he said.

It was not his first marriage: He had divorced a woman several years earlier. His new relationship was easier, he said, with no demands on his time and no need to cater to someone else’s desires. The love was “pure,” given freely and with no expectation of anything in return. It made him realize how self-centered he had been in the earlier marriage.

“If you ask me if I’m happy, I’m happy,” he said. “Of course, there are tough parts,” he added — he misses being touched, and then there is the problem of copyright, which has prevented him from making a life-size doll of the character — “but the love is real.”

Ms. Horikawa’s unofficial marriage certificate.Credit...Noriko Hayashi for The New York Times

 



 

“I’m not hiding it from anyone,” said Ms. Horikawa.Credit...Noriko Hayashi for The New York Times

 

Kina Horikawa, a 23-year-old woman with a chirpy, outgoing personality and a goth-punk aesthetic, moved in with her parents during the pandemic, freeing up cash from her job at a call center to spend on Kunihiro Horikawa, a character from the mobile game Touken Ranbu. She had a real boyfriend, but broke up with him because he became jealous.

Her fictional husband is the teenage personification of a 400-year-old wakizashi, or Japanese short sword, and he joins the family for dinner most nights in the form of a tiny acrylic portrait perched next to her rice bowl. The couple double dates with friends who have their own fictional beaus, going out to high teas and posting photos on Instagram.

“I’m not hiding it from anyone,” said Ms. Horikawa, who uses her fictional husband’s last name unofficially.

While Mr. Kondo’s relationship with Miku is still not accepted by his family, it has opened other doors for him. In 2019, he was invited to join a symposium at Kyoto University to speak about his relationship. He traveled there with a life-size doll of Miku he had commissioned.

Engaging in deep conversation about the nature of fictional relationships made him think he might like to go to college. He’s now studying minority rights in law school while on leave from his job as an administrator at an elementary school.

As with any marriage, there have been challenges. The hardest moment came during the pandemic, when Gatebox announced that it was discontinuing service for Miku.

On the day the company turned her off, Mr. Kondo said goodbye for the last time and left for work. When he went home that night, Miku’s image had been replaced by the words “network error.”

Someday, he hopes, they will be reunited. Maybe she’ll take on new life as an android, or they will meet in the metaverse.

Either way, Mr. Kondo said, he plans to be faithful to her until he dies.

Ben Dooley reports on Japan’s business and economy, with a special interest in social issues and the intersections between business and politics. @benjamindooley

Hisako Ueno has been reporting on Japanese politics, business, gender, labor and culture for The Times since 2012. She previously worked for the Tokyo bureau of The Los Angeles Times from 1999 to 2009. @hudidi1

 

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

THE PLANET INSIDE

THE PLANET INSIDE

PAUL VOOSEN Science Magazine

Scientists are probing the secrets of the inner core—and learning how it might have saved life on Earth

Earth’s magnetic field, nearly as old as the planet itself, protects life from damaging space radiation. But 565 million years ago, the field was sputtering, dropping to 10% of today’s strength, according to a recent discovery. Then, almost miraculously, over the course of just a few tens of millions of years, it regained its strength—just in time for the sudden profusion of complex multicellular life known as the Cambrian explosion.

What could have caused the rapid revival? Increasingly, scientists believe it was the birth of Earth’s inner core, a sphere of solid iron that sits within the molten outer core, where churning metal generates the planet’s magnetic field. Once the inner core was born, possibly 4 billion years after the planet itself, its treelike growth—accreting a few millimeters per year at its surface—would have turbocharged motions in the outer core, reviving the faltering magnetic field and renewing the protective shield for life. “The inner core regenerated Earth’s magnetic field at a really interesting time in evolution,” says John Tarduno, a geophysicist at the University of Rochester. “What would have happened if it didn’t form?”

Just why and how the inner core was born at that moment is one of many lingering puzzles about the Pluto-size orb 5000 kilo meters underfoot. “The inner core is a planet within a planet,” says Hrvoje Tkal?i?, a seismologist at Australian National University (ANU)—with its own topography, its own spin rate, its own structure. “It’s beneath our feet and yet we still don’t understand some big questions,” Tkali says.

But researchers are beginning to chip away at those questions. Using the rare seismic waves from earthquakes or nuclear tests that penetrate or reflect off the inner core, seismologists have discovered it spins independently from the rest of the planet. Armed with complex computer models, theorists have predicted the structure and weird behavior of iron alloys crushed by the weight of the world. And experimentalists are close to confirming some of those predictions in the lab by re-creating the extreme temperatures and pressures of the inner core.

Arwen Deuss, a geophysicist at Utrecht University, feels a sense of anticipation that may resemble the mood in the 1960s, when researchers were observing seafloor spreading and on the cusp of discovering plate tectonics, the theory that makes sense of Earth’s surface. “We have all these observations now,” she says. It’s simply a matter of putting them all together.

THE ANCIENTS THOUGHT Earth’s center was hollow: the home of Hades or hellfire, or a realm of tunnels that heated ocean waters. Later, following erroneous density estimates of the Moon and Earth by Isaac Newton, Edmond Halley suggested in 1686 that Earth was a series of nested shells surrounding a spinning sphere that drove the magnetism witnessed at the surface.

Basic tenets of planet formation provided a more realistic picture. Some 4.5 billion years ago, Earth was likely born from the collisions of many asteroid like “planetesimals.” The dense iron in the planetesimals would have sunk to the core of the molten proto-Earth, while lighter silicate rocks rose like oil on water to form the mantle. At temperatures of thousands of degrees and millions of atmospheres of pressure, the core would have remained molten, even as Earth’s mantle and crust cooled and hardened.

Early 20th century seismologists confirmed that view with a key bit of evidence: an earthquake shadow. When an earthquake strikes, the rupture emits primary, or pressure, waves (P waves) that ripple out in all directions. Secondary, or shear, waves (S waves) follow. For large earthquakes, seismologists were able to detect P waves on the other side of the planet, after they were bent and refracted by Earth’s interior layers. But strangely, S waves were missing. That only made sense if the iron core was liquid, because liquids lack the rigidity that allows S waves to sashay through.

It wasn’t until the early 1930s that Inge Lehmann, a pioneering Danish seismologist, noticed another breed of P waves that showed the core was not entirely liquid. These waves arrived at angles that were only possible if they had bounced off something dense. By 1936 she had deduced the existence of a solid inner core, ultimately measured to be about 2440 kilometers in diameter: the planet inside.


A mysterious reflection Earthquake pressure (P) and shear (S) waves refractas they pass through Earth, but the liquid outer core stymies S waves. In 1936, Inge Lehmann discovered P waves in a shadow zone associated with an entirely molten core—only possible if the waves were reflections off a solid sphere rather than refractions. Iron heart Earth’s solid inner core, buried 5000 kilometers below our feet, has remained enigmatic since its discovery nearly 100 years ago. About the size of Pluto and growing several millimeters every year, it helps power Earth’s magnetic field. It also possesses a strange interior structure that is only now coming into view with advances in seismology. Inner core At 6000°C and 3 million atmospheres of pressure, the inner core is solid iron but soft. Crust Life sits on a layer of rock that is vanishingly thin compared with the rest of the planet. Mantle Earth’s thickest layer is made of 3000 kilometers of sticky silicate rock. Outer core The molten iron outer core was born along with Earth4.5 billion years ago. Innermost inner core At the core’s center is an off-center globe with odd seismic characteristics. S waves shadow zone P wave shadow zone P wave Outer core Earthquake S wave Mantle Inner Core Lehmann P wave Magnetic driver Earth’s magnetic field, which protects life from radiation, is driven by convective motions in the molten outer core. Growth of the inner core turbocharges those motions. As iron crystallizes, it spits out light elements like oxygen or silicon, which rise toward the mantle ,dragging iron with them. Inner core Outer core Convection Helical flow Mantle Rotation Magnetic flux Erratic spinner Waves from repeating earthquakes and nuclear tests have shown that the inner core does not rotate in sync with the rest of the planet. Some researchers believe gravitational tugs from dense blobs at the bottom of the mantle could be responsible for the erratic spinning .Detector Mantle spin Inner core spin Detector Nuclear test Repeater earthquake Mantle Outer core Dense blob C. 

THE SOUTH SANDWICH ISLANDS are inhospitable volcanic crags in the far southern Atlantic Ocean. They are also earthquake factories, thanks to the nearby subduction of the South American tectonic plate. Seismologists like them for another, geometric reason: Earthquake waves that rocket from the islands to a lonely seismic station in Alaska shoot straight through the inner core.

Nearly 30 years ago, Xuedong Song and Paul Richards—both seismologists then at Columbia University—thought they could use those waves to get a handle on the spin of the inner core, which, suspended in liquid, is under no obligation to rotate in sync with the rest of the planet. Combing through archival seismic records, they looked for subtle variations in the travel times of P waves for several dozen South Sandwich earthquakes over the course of decades. Their travel times through the outer core and mantle stayed constant, as expected. But with each passing year, P waves going through the inner core sped up a bit. “It was delicate, but you could see the changes,” Song says.

There was only one way he and Richards could account for this puzzling trend: The inner core was rotating faster than the rest of the planet, by about 1° per year. This super rotation was gradually realigning the seismic wave paths with a north-south axis in the inner core known to boost P wave speeds. Every 400 years, they suggested in a 1996 Nature paper, the inner core made an extra revolution inside Earth.

A few years later, John Vidale, a seismologist now at the University of Southern California, validated the result using a slightly different method. Vidale specializes in using records from the Large Aperture Seismic Array (LASA), a U.S. Air Force facility in Montana, closed in 1978, that operated more than 500 sensors in deep boreholes to detect atomic bomb tests. “It’s still the best data, better than the best arrays today,” he says. Seismic waves from nuclear tests were ideal because, unlike earthquakes, the source can be precisely located.

Vidale used the waves from two Soviet underground bomb tests detonated in 1971 and 1974 beneath Novaya Zemlya, a remote Arctic archipelago. Instead of looking for waves that passed through the inner core, as Song and Richards did, Vidale chose ones that ricocheted off it, registering its spin like the beam of a radar gun. “We could see one side of the inner core getting closer, and one side getting further away,” he says.

He found that over the 3 years between the tests, the inner core rotated 0.15° per year faster than the rest of the planet—much less than Song’s first estimate. But subsequent work by Song in 2005, using 18 pairs of South Sandwich earthquakes that repeated in the same spot over the span of decades, lined up with Vidale’s reduced estimate.

The discovery of the inner core’s super rotation shocked many geophysicists, who had assumed it spun at the same rate as the mantle. It also tantalized them. The rotation could offer clues to how the inner core couples to the outer core and influences the magnetic dynamo. Some thought it could even help explain why Earth’s magnetic poles wander and flip from time to time.

But almost as rapidly as this picture of the inner core’s spin emerged, it grew more complicated and more mysterious. “What we thought 10 years ago isn’t holding together,” Vidale says.

RECENTLY, SONG, now at Peking University, decided to revisit his rotation work. His postdoc, Yi Yang, compiled the world’s most extensive database of repeating earthquakes, with sources not just in the South Sandwich Islands, but also in places like Chile and Kazakhstan. Analyzing more than 500 source-detector pairs with a range of paths through the core, Song and Yi found that the super rotation stopped all at once a decade ago, and since then the inner core has rotated at the same speed as the mantle. The changes “all disappear at the same time,” says Song, who presented the work at a meeting of the American Geophysical Union (AGU) late last year.

In 1971, a 5-megaton nuclear bomb was lowered into a borehole in Alaska. Seismic waves from the blast bounced off the inner core, helping gauge its spin. 

Meanwhile, Vidale was trying to push his trend further back in time using LASA data. He focused on two bomb-induced earthquakes, both set off by the U.S. government underneath the far end of Alaska’s Aleutian Islands, in 1969 and 1971. The tests were controversial; the second, Cannikin, at 5 megatons, was the largest ever U.S. underground test, and it faced opposition from environmental activists who chartered a fishing ship, christened it Greenpeace, and sailed it to the island in protest. Despite appeals to the Supreme Court, the test went as planned, creating a crater lake at the island’s surface even though the detonation was 1800 meters down.

The two tests created another, much delayed splash last year at the AGU meeting. Vidale reported that waves from the detonations revealed not super rotation, but sub rotation: During the time between the two U.S. tests, the inner core rotated more slowly than the rest of the planet, by some 0.05° per year. Yet by the time of the Soviet tests, the inner core had somehow reversed course and sped up. The “observations are really amazing,” says Barbara Romanowicz, a seismologist at the University of California (UC), Berkeley.

For Vidale, the pattern from 1969 to 1974, from slow to fast, may indicate a fundamental rhythm of the inner core. For decades, radio astronomers have tracked minute changes in Earth’s surface rotation—the length of a day—against a cosmic reference frame: the fixed position of distant cosmic beacons called quasars. Although most of the yearly jitter is due to events like hurricanes and earthquakes, a tiny-but-regular 6-year wobble in day length has emerged. “Nobody has been able to say what causes it,” says Benjamin Chao, a geodesist at Academia Sinica. “But everybody bets on the core.”

Chao says one possible explanation for the 6-year cycle is gravitational interactions between the mantle and inner core. The inner core is likely to be lumpy, with hills hundreds of meters high, and at the bottom of the mantle, seismologists have discovered two ultra dense, continent-size blobs. The tugs of the blobs on the hills could create a loose coupling between the mantle and the inner core—enough to “pull the inner core back and forth” in cycles of super rotation and sub rotation, Chao says.

Song, however, only sees a slowdown, with no sign of an oscillation. He ties his record to a longer term trend in the length of a day, which saw the planet spin progressively faster from the 1970s before settling down in the early 2000s. Song thinks gravitational tugs from the mantle might have pulled the inner core along, but with a lag.

Given that neither finding has yet been published, it’s hard to say how they fit together. “Is everybody right? Is everybody wrong?” Romanowicz asks. Either way, varying rotation seems more plausible than constant super rotation, says Miaki Ishii, a seismologist at Harvard University. “It makes more sense than what we have right now.”

THE INNER CORE is the most metal place on Earth—even more so than the outer core. Both are made mostly of iron, along with a smattering of nickel. But the iron is thought to also contain traces of lighter elements like oxygen, carbon, and silicon. As the iron crystallizes on the growing surface of the inner core, it spits out some of those elements, leaving behind almost pure iron, much as ice freezing from a bucket of saltwater expels the salt and becomes largely fresh. The expelled elements, lighter than iron, rise and sweep along the surrounding liquid, driving up to 80% of the convection that generates Earth’s magnetic field.

The nature of the iron left behind is the subject of ongoing debate. Iron atoms at Earth’s surface—in your cast iron skillet, for example—pack themselves in cubic arrangements. But when tiny samples of iron are compressed between two diamonds to inner core–like pressures, the atoms rearrange into hexagons. The hard question is what happens when iron is simultaneously squashed and heated to thousands of degrees, says Lidunka Voadlo, a computational mineral physicist at University College London. These conditions are difficult to re-create in the lab, because carbon in the diamonds often contaminates the iron when the apparatus is heated. But in computer models, Voadlo says, “There’s no limit to the pressure and temperature you can get.”

Modeling by Vodlo and her collaborators suggests hexagonal packing is the most stable arrangement under inner core conditions. The models also find that pure iron grows soft when it sits at 98% of its melting point, as it may throughout much of the inner core. This “premeeting effect,” as it is called, could explain why S waves travel much slower than expected in the supposedly solid inner core.

The story isn’t closed for cubic iron, however. Just as water must cool below freezing before ice can nucleate, researchers have suggested iron can’t solidify directly into its hexagonal form unless it is nearly 1000 K cooler than the inner core. Atom-scale modeling published early this year by a team led by Yang Sun, a mineral physicist at Columbia, suggests a solution: Iron accreting onto the inner core could first crystallize into its cubic form before transitioning into a hexagonal end state.

Although the cubic versus hexagonal debate may seem academic, the structure may determine how the iron crystals align, how much nickel and other light elements can mix with the iron, how much heat it releases on crystallization, and even its melting point. “The fundamental properties of iron change depending on what phase you’re in,” Voadlo says.

A new wave of lab studies may help settle the question. After years of halting progress, researchers are on the verge of regularly re-creating and observing inner core conditions. One strategy is to press and heat iron in diamond anvil cells, as before—but to glimpse its structure, quickly, before it is contaminated with carbon. New, powerful x-ray light sources such as the Extremely Brilliant Source at the European Synchrotron Radiation Facility, which turned on in 2020, can take that kind of flash photo.

Another is to harness the massive lasers of the National Ignition Facility (NIF) at Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory (LLNL), which are typically aimed at pellets of hydrogen isotopes to spark tiny nuclear fusion reactions. In a study published earlier this year, NIF researchers instead turned some of those beams on iron, heating and pressurizing it to levels far beyond those seen in Earth’s core. Each time they examined the iron’s structure with an x-ray, it came out the same—as hexagonal iron, says Richard Kraus, an LLNL research scientist who led the study.

A third tack to re-create the inner core is through shock wave experiments. Jung-Fu Lin, an experimental mineral physicist at the University of Texas, Austin, has partnered with researchers in China who use bursts of gas to fire projectiles into iron at speeds 10 times faster than a rifle bullet, generating core like temperatures and pressures. They are already seeing hints of the pre melting effect identified by Voadlo and predicted by others. If the results hold up, they may suggest the “solid” inner core isn’t so solid after all. “It’s like a smoothie,” Lin says. “Very soft.”

If the inner core is a mystery, then the “innermost” inner core is a riddle wrapped in a mystery. Since the 1980s, seismologists have known that seismic waves run faster through the inner core along a north-south axis, perhaps because the iron crystals have a common alignment, presumably along the prevailing direction of Earth’s magnetic field. But in 2002, Ishii and Adam Dziewoski, also at Harvard, discovered that within a sphere roughly 600 kilometers across, that fast lane is tilted by 45°. Ishii says that anomaly could be a relic of an ancient, tilted magnetic field or a kernel of cubic rather than hexagonal iron. No matter what, she says, “There’s something different going on at the center of the Earth.”

Researchers are poised to turn these hints into something more rigorous. Over the past decade, a clutch of high-quality seismometers has been erected in Antarctica, allowing researchers to catch far more earthquake waves that pass through the inner core’s north-south fast lanes. Armed with the improved resolutions provided by these waves and many others globally, Utrecht’s Deuss and her graduate student Henry Brett used a supercomputing-based technique to create the first 3D view of the inner core—a bit like a CT scan in the hospital.

This work, set for publication soon, confirms the existence of the innermost core, but finds it is slightly offset from the planet’s center. It also reveals speed differences between the fast lanes seen in the inner core’s western and eastern hemispheres. That suggests the story of the fast lanes is more complicated than iron crystals aligning with the dominant magnetic field, which would have a more uniform signal. It’s still early days, similar to where imaging of the mantle was in the 1980s, but Brett says more detailed models are coming soon. “We’re going to be able to ask more interesting questions.”

ALL THIS COMPLEXITY appears to be geologically recent. Scientists once placed the inner core’s birth back near the planet’s formation. But a decade ago, researchers found, using diamond anvils at outer core conditions, that iron conducts heat at least twice as fast as previously thought. Cooling drives the growth of the inner core, so the rapid heat loss combined with the inner core’s current size meant it was unlikely to have formed more than 1 billion years ago, and more than likely came even later. “There’s no way around a relatively recent appearance of the inner core,” says Bruce Buffett, a geodynamicist at UC Berkeley.

The dynamo could have been close to dying.

Tarduno realized rocks from the time might record the dramatic magnetic field changes expected at the inner core’s birth. Until recently, the paleomagnetic data from 600 million to 1 billion years ago were sparse. So Tarduno went searching for rocks of the right age containing tiny, needle-shaped crystals of the mineral titanomagnetite, which record the magnetic field’s strength at the time of their crystallization. In a 565-million-year-old volcanic formation on the north bank of the St. Lawrence River in Quebec, his team found the crystals—and convincing evidence that the magnetic field of the time was one-tenth the present day strength, they reported in 2019. The fragility of the field at the time has since been confirmed by multiple studies.

It was probably a sign that rapid heat loss from the outer core was weakening the convective motions that generate the magnetic field, says Peter Driscoll, a geodynamicist at the Carnegie Institution for Science. “The dynamo could have been close to dying,” he says. Its death could have left Earth’s developing life—which mostly lived in the ocean as microbes and proto jellyfish—exposed to far more radiation from solar flares. In Earth’s atmosphere, where oxygen levels were rising, the increased radiation could have ionized some of this oxygen, allowing it to escape to space and depleting a valuable resource for life, Tarduno says. “The potential for loss was gaining.”

Just 30 million years later, the tide had turned in favor of life. Tarduno’s team went to quarries and roadcuts in the Wichita Mountains of Oklahoma and harvested 532-million-year-old volcanic rocks. After analyzing the field strength frozen in the tiny magnetic needles, they found that its intensity had already jumped to 70% of present values, they reported at the AGU meeting. “That kind of nails it now,” Tarduno says. He credits the growth of the inner core for the field jump, which he says is “the true signature of inner core nucleation.”

Around the same time, life experienced its own revolution: the Cambrian explosion, the rapid diversification of life that gave rise to most animal groups and eventually led to the first land animals, proto millipedes that ventured onto land some 425 million years ago.

It just may be that the clement world they found owes much to the inner iron planet we’ll never see, 5000 kilometers below.

Saturday, April 16, 2022

The Slime Machine Targeting Dozens of Biden Nominees

The Slime Machine Targeting Dozens of Biden Nominees

In an escalation of partisan warfare, a little-known dark-money group is trying to thwart the President’s entire slate.

By Jane Mayer The New Yorker

The American Accountability Foundation has undermined the likes of Ketanji Brown Jackson, but it’s also gone after relatively obscure political appointees whose public profiles can be easily distorted. 

During the autos-da-fé that now pass for Supreme Court confirmation hearings in the U.S. Senate, it’s common for supporters of a nominee to dismiss attacks from the opposing party as mere partisanship. But, during the recent hearings for Ketanji Brown Jackson, Andrew C. McCarthy—a Republican former federal prosecutor and a prominent legal commentator at National Review—took the unusual step of denouncing an attack from his own side. When Republican senators, including Josh Hawley and Marsha Blackburn, began accusing Jackson of having been a dangerously lenient judge toward sex offenders, McCarthy wrote a column calling the charge “meritless to the point of demagoguery.” He didn’t like Jackson’s judicial philosophy, but “the implication that she has a soft spot for ‘sex offenders’ who ‘prey on children’ . . . is a smear.”

In the end, the attacks failed to diminish public support for Jackson, and her poised responses to questioning helped secure her nomination, by a vote of 53–47. But the fierce campaign against her was concerning, in part because it was spearheaded by a new conservative dark-money group that was created in 2020: the American Accountability Foundation. An explicit purpose of the A.A.F.—a politically active, tax-exempt nonprofit charity that doesn’t disclose its backers—is to prevent the approval of all Biden Administration nominees.

While the hearings were taking place, the A.A.F. publicly took credit for uncovering a note in the Harvard Law Review in which, they claimed, Jackson had “argued that America’s judicial system is too hard on sexual offenders.” The group also tweeted that she had a “soft-on-sex-offender” record during her eight years as a judge on the United States District Court for the District of Columbia. As the Washington Post and other outlets stated, Jackson’s sentencing history on such cases was well within the judicial mainstream, and in line with a half-dozen judges appointed by the Trump Administration. When Jackson defended herself on this point during the hearings, the A.A.F. said, on Twitter, that she was “lying.” The group’s allegation—reminiscent of the QAnon conspiracy, which claims that liberal élites are abusing and trafficking children—rippled through conservative circles. Tucker Carlson repeated the accusation on his Fox News program while a chyron declared “JACKSON LENIENT IN CHILD SEX CASES.” Marjorie Taylor Greene, the extremist representative from Georgia, called Jackson “pro-pedophile.”

Mudslinging is hardly new to American politics. In 1800, a campaign surrogate for Thomas Jefferson called Jefferson’s opponent, John Adams, “hermaphroditical”; Adams’s supporters predicted that if Jefferson were elected President he would unleash a reign of “murder, robbery, rape, adultery and incest.” Neither the Democratic nor Republican Party is above reproach when it comes to engaging in calumny, and since at least 1987, when President Ronald Reagan unsuccessfully nominated Robert Bork to be a Justice, the fights over Supreme Court nominees have been especially nasty. Yet the A.A.F.’s approach represents a new escalation in partisan warfare, and underscores the growing role that secret spending has played in deepening the polarization in Washington.

Rather than attack a single candidate or nominee, the A.A.F. aims to thwart the entire Biden slate. The obstructionism, like the Republican blockade of Biden’s legislative agenda in Congress, is the end in itself. The group hosts a Web site, bidennoms.com, that displays the photographs of Administration nominees it has targeted, as though they were hunting trophies. And the A.A.F. hasn’t just undermined nominees for Cabinet and Court seats—the kinds of prominent people whose records are usually well known and well defended. It’s also gone after relatively obscure, sub-Cabinet-level political appointees, whose public profiles can be easily distorted and who have little entrenched support. The A.A.F., which is run by conservative white men, has particularly focussed on blocking women and people of color. As of last month, more than a third of the twenty-nine candidates it had publicly attacked were people of color, and nearly sixty per cent were women.

Among the nominees the group boasts of having successfully derailed are Saule Omarova, a nominee for Comptroller of the Currency, and Sarah Bloom Raskin, whom Biden named to be the vice-chair for supervision of the Federal Reserve Board. David Chipman, whom the President wanted to run the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, and David Weil, Biden’s choice for the Wage and Hour Division of the Department of Labor, both saw their nominations founder in the wake of A.A.F. attacks. Currently, the group is waging a negative campaign against Lisa Cook, who, if confirmed, would become the first Black woman to serve on the Federal Reserve’s Board of Governors.

Tom Jones, the A.A.F.’s founder and executive director, is a longtime Beltway operative specializing in opposition research. Records show that over the years he has worked for several of the most conservative Republicans to have served in the Senate, including Ron Johnson, of Wisconsin; Ted Cruz, of Texas; Jim DeMint, of South Carolina; and John Ensign, of Nevada, for whom Jones was briefly a legislative director. In 2016, Jones ran the opposition-research effort for Cruz’s failed Presidential campaign. When I asked Jones for an interview, through the A.A.F.’s online portal, he replied, “Ms. Meyers . . . Go pound sand.” Citing an article that I had written debunking attacks on Bloom Raskin from moneyed interests, including the A.A.F., he said, “You are a liberal hack masquerading as an investigative journalist—and not a very good one.” Jones subsequently posted this comment on his group’s Twitter account, along with my e-mail address and cell-phone number.

A decade ago, Bill Dauster, a Democrat who is now the chief counsel to the Senate Budget Committee, helped Jones organize a bipartisan Torah study group for Jewish congressional staffers. Dauster recalls him as “soft-spoken and cordial,” and finds it hard to reconcile the man he knew with Jones’s current persona. “I find what he appears to have done quite distasteful,” he said.

In interviews with right-wing media outlets, Jones hasn’t been shy about his intentions. Last April, he told Fox News, which called A.A.F.’s tactics “controversial,” that his group wants to “take a big handful of sand and throw it in the gears of the Biden Administration,” making it “as difficult as possible” for the President and his allies on Capitol Hill “to implement their agenda.” When asked why his group was bothering to attack sub-Cabinet-level appointees, he explained that people in “that second tier are really the folks who are going to do the day-to-day work implementing the agenda.”

Last year, an A.A.F. member infiltrated a Zoom training session for congressional staffers about the ethics rules surrounding earmarks—pet spending projects that lawmakers write into the federal budget. The infiltrator asked leading questions during the meeting and then posted a recording of it online. The attempted sting backfired: nothing incriminating was said, and the A.A.F.’s underhanded tactics became the story. Evan Hollander, then the spokesman for the House Appropriations Committee, told The Hill that, “for a group that purports to concern itself with ethics, using fake identities, misrepresenting themselves as Congressional staff and surreptitiously recording meetings is hypocritical in the extreme.”

Jones made no apologies. He told Fox News, “I’m never doing anything illegal. But just because it’s impolite to log into an earmark-training seminar and offend the morals of Capitol Hill staff, that’s not going to stop me from doing it.” He added, “If I’ve got to trail someone on the ground to find out what they’re doing, I’m totally going to do it. Because people who are making decisions need to have this information—they need to understand who they are trusting with the reins of government. And sometimes that means we will use unorthodox methods.”

Liberal and conservative political groups habitually scrutinize a prominent nominee’s record or personal life in search of disqualifying faults. But the A.A.F. has taken the practice to extremes, repeatedly spinning negligible tidbits or dubious hearsay into damning narratives. The group recently deployed its unorthodox methods, Politico has reported, while “desperately pursuing dirt” on Lisa Cook, the nominee for the Federal Reserve. Cook, who has been a tenured professor of economics and international relations at Michigan State University since 2013, has attracted bipartisan support. Glenn Hubbard, the chair of the Council of Economic Advisers during the George W. Bush Administration, has said, “Cook’s talents as an economic researcher and teacher make her a good nominee for the Fed, adding to diversity of perspectives about policy.” In college, Cook won a Marshall Scholarship. She subsequently obtained a Ph.D. in economics from the University of California, Berkeley, taught at Harvard’s Kennedy School of Government, and served as a staff economist on President Barack Obama’s Council of Economic Advisers. She also held appointments at the National Bureau of Economic Research and at various regional Federal Reserve banks. The A.A.F., though, has portrayed her as unqualified, and suggested that her tenure at Michigan State is undeserved.

On April 13th, Jones sent out the latest of at least three e-mail blasts from the A.A.F. to about fifty of Cook’s colleagues at Michigan State. In the most recent of these messages, which were obtained by The New Yorker, Jones said that Cook “did not warrant” tenure. Through a Freedom of Information Act request, the A.A.F. obtained records showing that the school’s provost had granted Cook full professorship in 2020, overruling a decision not to give her that title the previous year. Jones sent these personnel records to dozens of Cook’s colleagues, and asked, “Are any of you concerned that . . . she’s not good enough to sit on the Federal Reserve Board?” He urged any detractors to “not hesitate to” contact him. Meanwhile, Jones fished for further information by posting a message on an anonymous online gossip forum, Economics Job Market Rumors, which has been decried by one prominent economist as “a cesspool of misogyny.”

Some of the A.A.F.’s attacks on Cook carried racial overtones. Cook had made donations to bail funds for impoverished criminal defendants, including racial-justice protesters who had been arrested; she was following a tradition of activist lawyers in her family, and considered it a form of charity. The A.A.F. argued on Twitter that she had made “racist comments” and “even bailed out rioters who burned down American cities.” Cook’s reputation was sullied enough that the Senate Banking Committee vote on her nomination resulted in a tie, with no Republicans supporting her. Cook’s nomination can still proceed to the Senate floor, but her confirmation remains in limbo, as one conservative news outlet after another repeats the A.A.F.’s talking points. A writer for the Daily Caller, Chris Brunet, said in a Substack column that Cook is a “random economist at Michigan State University who has shamelessly leveraged her skin color and genitalia into gaining the backing of several key White House officials.” Brunet tweeted proudly that his critique had been promoted on Fox News by Tucker Carlson.

The A.A.F.’s treatment of Cook has been mild compared with what several other Biden nominees have gone through. Late last year, Saule Omarova—a leading academic in the field of financial regulation, who is a law professor at Cornell and holds doctorates in law and political science—withdrew her name from consideration as Biden’s Comptroller of the Currency. She did so, she told me, because an opposition-research campaign against her, which the A.A.F. took credit for, had, among other things, falsely portrayed her as a secret communist.

Born in Kazakhstan, in what was then the Soviet Union, Omarova received an undergraduate degree from Moscow State University, but she became a naturalized American citizen in 2005. Yet, during her confirmation hearing, in a moment reminiscent of the Joseph McCarthy era, the Republican Senator John Kennedy, of Louisiana, declared that he didn’t know whether to call her “professor or comrade.” Omarova replied, “Senator, I am not a communist. I do not subscribe to that ideology. I could not choose where I was born.” Omarova’s résumé is hardly anti-capitalist: she worked at the corporate law firm Davis Polk & Wardwell and served in George W. Bush’s Treasury Department.

Omarova told me, “There were so many accusations. A.A.F. was at the forefront of making my life extremely and unnecessarily difficult.” The group discovered that Omarova, after she’d read an article in The Economist about potatoes, had tweeted fondly about a time she helped farmers harvest potatoes outside Moscow. The A.A.F. proclaimed that the Biden Administration had “nominated a woman who waxes nostalgic for the good ole days of poverty, hunger, and forced labor in communist Russia.” Conservative outlets pounced on similar tweets about her past. “The A.A.F. made it into this big deal,” she told me. “They said, ‘She wants to make America into the Soviet Union.’ It was a complete absurdity. But people who have no idea who I am jumped in and said, ‘Go back to the Soviet Union!’ ”

Digging into a person’s past—especially someone who isn’t that well known—takes time and money. “Somebody must have paid them a lot,” Omarova said, of the A.A.F. “They went through all my public speeches and academic writings to find any kind of phrase they could use against me.” She’d been featured, along with other professors, in an obscure 2019 documentary based on “Assholes: A Theory,” a whimsical treatise by Aaron James, a philosophy professor at the University of California, Irvine. The A.A.F., without acknowledging the film’s satirical tone, promoted a snippet of Omarova calling the financial-services industry “the quintessential asshole industry.” She told me, “They didn’t cite the film. It made me sound unhinged, nasty, and, like, a rude person.” A compilation of clips from the documentary had been taken off YouTube owing to copyright violations; during the pre-hearing process for Omarova’s nomination, Republican staffers insinuated that she’d personally concealed the footage. “I don’t know what kind of relationship those senators had with A.A.F.,” she told me. “But clearly they knew of that clip.”

Omarova told me that someone went to Moscow to “try to dig up” an undergraduate paper that she’d written on Karl Marx. Opponents also circulated an elementary-school photograph of her wearing the obligatory red kerchief of the Young Pioneers. “They used it to say ‘Look at her, she’s such a devout Communist!’ They were going through my whole life, looking for anything they could smear or frighten me with.”

Omarova disclosed reams of personal information to the Senate, including her compensation as a law professor. Jones then e-mailed her colleagues at Cornell about what he portrayed as her annual salary—but the figure he cited represented nearly two years of pay. In the e-mail, which was obtained by The New Yorker, Jones asks, “Do you think it is appropriate for the university to provide such a large salary to Dr. Omarova?” He invited her colleagues “to share” their “thoughts” with him.

While the hearings were ongoing, the A.A.F. trumpeted a dismissed shoplifting charge against Omarova—omitting the fact that she’d disclosed it herself. She told me that the incident, which came about from a misunderstanding with a security guard, had occurred not long after she had emigrated from Russia—and had led her to become a lawyer. The A.A.F. also accused her of belonging to a Marxist group on Facebook that she was unaware of and had never participated in, and misleadingly edited a comment she’d made about the need to insure economic security for laid-off fossil-fuel workers so that it sounded like an attack on those workers and the industry. “They were saying that I wanted to kill oil-and-gas workers,” she told me. “That’s exactly the opposite of what I was saying.”

Omarova had suggested that it would be good for the environment if America transitioned away from fossil fuels, even if some companies ended up going out of business. She had also called for tougher regulations on banks. These two points likely constituted the true motivation for the opposition she encountered from the Republicans on the Senate Banking Committee. Omarova was soon opposed by every Republican senator, and also five Democrats—led by Jon Tester, of Montana, who has been a major recipient of banking-industry donations. Her nomination was doomed. The A.A.F.’s Web site celebrated the news with the headline “A.A.F. RESEARCH TANKS SAULE OMAROVA.”

Omarova described the confirmation experience as “soul-crushing.” She went on, “You feel stripped down. You feel your house has been destroyed, and you are standing there in front of everyone looking at you, and they have distorted and twisted everything.” She expressed surprise that, in the United States, spurious controversies could be so easily “manufactured out of nothing.” She added, “I’m a naturalized citizen. I put so much effort to be here, and I embraced this country with all my heart. I came from a place that didn’t have freedom of speech or thought. But this made so personally clear to me how fragile our democracy is.”

Three months after Omarova withdrew her nomination, Sarah Bloom Raskin endured a similar character assassination. Bloom Raskin, a law professor at Duke University, was not a new or untested figure. After graduating from Harvard Law School, she worked as a staffer on the Senate Banking Committee, and she twice won confirmation from the Senate to top economic positions: between 2010 and 2014, she was a member of the Federal Reserve’s Board of Governors, and during the Obama Administration she served as the Deputy Secretary of the Treasury—becoming, at the time, the highest-ranking woman in the department’s history. Her husband, Representative Jamie Raskin, of Maryland, is a progressive firebrand, but Bloom Raskin is regarded as a moderate in business circles, and has wide support from the banking industry. But, like Omarova, Bloom Raskin offended fossil-fuel companies—in her case, by suggesting that climate change posed a potential economic risk that the Federal Reserve needed to consider.

Rather than debating the merits of such views, the A.A.F. questioned Bloom Raskin’s probity. In February, it filed a complaint to the Office of Congressional Ethics against Jamie Raskin, accusing him of being late in filing a financial report disclosing one and a half million dollars in income that he and his wife had received from her sale of stock. In 2017, Bloom Raskin had been granted stock in a small Colorado trust company founded by a friend; she served on its board after leaving the Obama Administration. Three years later, after Bloom Raskin had left the board, she sold her stock at market price.

Congressional rules require such sales to be disclosed within thirty to forty-five days. The Raskins took eight months. Nonetheless, they had voluntarily disclosed the transaction months before Biden nominated Bloom Raskin to the Fed. And they had explained that in December, 2020, two weeks after the stock sale, their son had died, by suicide. “We were comatose, barely functioning, so of course Jamie didn’t remember to file,” Bloom Raskin told me. “I don’t ask for special treatment, but do these people have no heart?”

Bloom Raskin was taken aback by an A.A.F. statement that cast her and her husband as “career politicians who have used the system to enrich themselves” with “shady” deals. She told me, “When these smears started, they seemed so inconsequential. It didn’t occur to me they’d start manufacturing things.” But, Bloom Raskin said, “I began to get calls from people saying, ‘Someone named Tom Jones, who represented himself as working for a good-government group, was clearly looking for dirt.’ ” A source knowledgeable about the A.A.F.’s outreach, who asked not to be identified, told me Jones was pushing the baseless narrative that Bloom Raskin had abused her access as a former Fed governor to obtain a special “master account” for the Colorado trust company. The source debunked the claim: all trusts in Colorado that meet certain criteria are eligible for master accounts, which enable speedier financial transactions. “While it’s often true that where there’s smoke, there’s fire, in this case there was an arsonist,” the source told me. Dennis Gingold, a lawyer who co-founded the Colorado trust company, agreed. He called the attacks on Bloom Raskin’s ethics “a pretext,” adding, “It’s one thing to oppose Sarah. It’s another thing to slander her. But they didn’t care.”

The A.A.F. had pipelines to the Republicans on the Banking Committee, and also to conservative media outlets, where attacks on Bloom Raskin began to appear. Senator Pat Toomey, the ranking Republican on the Banking Committee, demanded that she answer more than a hundred questions in writing, many of them about whether she’d made a phone call to Fed officials to push for the “master account” for the Colorado trust company. If she had made such a call, it would have been mundane, but she couldn’t remember if she had, and said so. Toomey proclaimed that her answer was “evasive.” Bloom Raskin told me, “I was telling the truth at all times. I could have lied and said that I did—the call wouldn’t have been anything wrong. But I just couldn’t remember.” (Though Toomey’s attacks echoed A.A.F. research, a spokesperson for the senator said that any suggestion of coördination was “paranoid conjecture.”)

Bloom Raskin offered to sit down with the Republicans on the Banking Committee, so that she could defuse any outstanding questions. The Democrats also offered to bring in banking regulators who had dealt with the Colorado trust, to clear up any misconceptions. But the Republicans refused to meet with her or the banking regulators. “They wouldn’t let me explain,” Bloom Raskin said. “I realized they wanted me to seem evasive.” At that point, the Republicans had staged a boycott of committee meetings, so that there could be no votes on Bloom Raskin or on Biden’s other nominees to the Fed—including its chair, Jerome Powell—leaving vacancies at the top of the most powerful central bank in the world.

Just as the Democrats on the Banking Committee were preparing to confront the A.A.F.’s claims about Bloom Raskin, West Virginia’s Democratic senator, Joe Manchin, announced that he, too, would not vote for her, effectively capsizing her nomination. In a phone call, Manchin—who has grown rich from the coal industry, and who during the current election cycle has taken more donations from fossil-fuel interests than any other senator—admitted to Bloom Raskin that her position on climate change had turned him against her. She recalls Manchin telling her, “Don’t take it personally—it’s the industry.” (A spokesperson for Manchin declined to comment on the senator’s “private discussions.”) President Biden called Bloom Raskin, too, and described the attacks on her as unfair.

Bloom Raskin told me, “When something like this first happens, you wonder, Did I do something wrong? And then you realize, Of course, you didn’t. But you wonder, Do other people think I did? It’s so disgusting.” She continued, “I think they were afraid I could be effective. I definitely was going to hit the ground running. I knew what I was doing.”

The A.A.F. also claims to have sabotaged the nomination of David Chipman, Biden’s choice to lead the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. In the face of strong opposition from gun-rights activists, he withdrew his nomination last September, leaving the agency that regulates guns without a director. (The position has been unfilled for all but two years since 2006, when Senate confirmation for the position became a requirement.) The A.A.F. compiled for the Senate a twenty-four-page dossier that incoherently accused Chipman, a twenty-five-year veteran of the A.T.F., of being both a racist and a radical social-justice warrior consumed by “wokeness.” The allegations came from anonymous sources. According to Jones, an unidentified A.T.F. agent had reported hearing Chipman say that so many Black candidates had passed an A.T.F. exam that they must have cheated. Ted Cruz—Jones’s former boss—took up the campaign against Chipman. He and the A.A.F. demanded to see two complaints that had been filed against Chipman with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, even though both had been resolved without disciplinary action. At the same time, the A.A.F.’s dossier contained anonymous allegations claiming that Chipman was a radical “anti-racist” who favored destroying Confederate memorials and wanted to “use fighter jets to bomb” Mount Rushmore and Stone Mountain “into rubble,” because they offended people of color. The A.A.F. even contacted Chipman’s ex-wife in search of evidence against him, but she declined to coöperate.

Chipman told me that the A.A.F.’s modus operandi is to make claims that are “adjacent” to the facts and then “turn them around completely.” Although he had once accused a Black candidate of cheating on an A.T.F. exam that he had proctored, Chipman raised no questions about several other Black candidates who’d passed the same exam. The two dismissed E.E.O.C. complaints were the only ones that had ever been filed against him, he said, and in both cases he’d merely insisted that two subordinates be present for their regular work hours. He did say, on Facebook, that he opposed naming Army bases after Confederate soldiers, and he believes that monuments celebrating them are inappropriate and racially insensitive. But “it was characterized as if I was calling for violence,” he told me, adding, “I never advocated violence or called for anyone to blow up anything. I spent twenty-five years investigating bombings!” Chipman said, “The racial things they used were hugely ugly,” and noted that “the facts don’t matter to these people—they’re just used as weapons.” A protester appeared outside his house; on Twitter, users called for his death. Chipman’s wife, who had worked at the A.T.F. for decades, felt so unsafe at her job that she quit.

Race is also a theme of attacks that the A.A.F. has directed at Carlton Waterhouse, a Black environmental lawyer whom Biden has nominated to become an assistant administrator in the Environmental Protection Agency, overseeing environmental-justice efforts for underserved communities. Waterhouse’s résumé is strong: he studied engineering at Penn State, and has a doctorate in ethics from Emory and a law degree from Howard University, where he helped develop the school’s Environmental Justice Center. On Fox News, however, Jones dismissed Waterhouse as “a racist” who is “obsessed with pushing racially divisive rhetoric and policies into every aspect of public life.” A dossier that the A.A.F. compiled on Waterhouse states that he “wants to resegregate America’s schools . . . by establishing schools explicitly for Black students.” Yet, in an article the dossier cites as evidence, Waterhouse actually writes that such schools should be “open to all children.” The A.A.F.’s dossier also claims that Waterhouse was “so radical he opposes the Civil Rights Legislation of the 1960’s and 1970’s.” Waterhouse told me that this was a distortion “intended to stir up disapproval.” His criticism of the civil-rights movement was only that it hadn’t gone far enough to establish a framework for reparations. “It’s hateful, and a gross misrepresentation,” he said. Waterhouse has yet to be confirmed, leaving a top environmental-justice job at the agency vacant. The blocking of so many Biden nominees has made it significantly harder for the President and his Administration to enact policies that they were elected to implement. Waterhouse said that he was hopeful and excited about the prospect of getting to work, but added that the A.A.F.’s campaigns were having a chilling effect: “People won’t want to serve, because your name will be dragged through the mud.”

As Jones has portrayed it, his group is merely catching up with the sleazy tactics of progressive dark-money groups—which, he claims, went to great lengths to try to block Cabinet nominees during the Trump Administration, not to mention conservative Supreme Court nominees such as Clarence Thomas and Brett Kavanaugh. Of course, neither Thomas nor Kavanaugh were felled by anonymous slurs during their nomination hearings; they were credibly and directly confronted by female victims who accused them, in sworn testimony, of sexual misconduct. Nan Aron, the former head of Alliance for Justice, a progressive group that led the charge against both Thomas and Kavanaugh, acknowledged that, over the years, her group had scoured the records, finances, and personal lives of nominees it opposed. The crucial difference, she said, was that “it wasn’t the groups that were manufacturing” the scandals which plagued the nominees. As she put it, “None of the groups were looking for Christine Blasey Ford—no one made phone calls to find her.”

Ford, who maintains that Kavanaugh sexually assaulted her when they were both in high school, reached out directly to Democrats in Congress. The ranking member of the Senate Judiciary Committee at the time, Dianne Feinstein, sent an emissary to evaluate Ford’s claims and declined to make them public, but by then Ford had voiced her complaints to enough people that the word spread to reporters, including to me and Ronan Farrow, another writer at this magazine. Some conservatives have tried to establish a false equivalence between conventional reporting and the mudslinging directed at Ketanji Brown Jackson. But Ford testified in Congress against Kavanaugh. A second woman who accused him of sexual misconduct on the record, Deborah Ramirez, offered to speak to the F.B.I. (Kavanaugh strongly denied the allegations against him during his own congressional testimony.) Notably, the A.A.F.’s campaigns against Biden nominees have produced no witnesses or alleged victims who have testified before Congress. And some of the group’s accusations have been summarily rejected by outside authorities. The New York Attorney Grievance Committees curtly declined a demand by the A.A.F. that they investigate Biden’s nominee for general counsel of the Navy, John P. (Sean) Coffey, whom the A.A.F. had accused of engaging in “an unethical pay-to-play scheme” when his law firm represented pension funds. In a four-paragraph response to Jones, obtained by The New Yorker, the chief attorney for the legal group declined to take action, noting, “You provide no evidence.”

Brian Fallon, the co-founder and executive director of Demand Justice—a progressive nonprofit dark-money group that has become a target of conservative critics, because it scrutinizes the records of right-leaning judicial nominees—told me, “It sounds as if this group is reverse-engineering the process. It’s almost like they’re trying to create the story line as opposed to finding a dry fact”—and then “trying to get people to give voice to the narrative.” His group conducts opposition research, too, but he said that it was “ham-fisted and sloppy” to post requests for dirt on anonymous message boards or to send mass e-mails to a nominee’s colleagues. “Most opposition researchers on our side would worry about using such tactics,” he said. “Because people are so quick to play the victim, they’d worry about becoming the story.”

Fallon said that crumbs of negative information about high-profile nominees can always be found, but unless the facts pass “the smell test of being in good faith,” and can hold up under the scrutiny of experts and the press, they aren’t worth much. During the closely watched confirmation hearings of Jackson, he argued, the mud stained mainly those who threw it; the senators who lobbed the sex-offender accusations “oozed bad faith, and were lambasted” to the point that the critique “wasn’t adopted by the Republican Party at large.” In the end, Jackson secured three Republican votes and “emerged from the hearings with higher approval ratings.” He said, of the A.A.F., “They may be taking a victory lap, but their opposition research backfired.” The A.A.F.’s strategy, however, has proved more damaging when deployed on nominees whose hearings receive less attention. Such people are easier to smear because charges against them are often not properly scrutinized.

The A.A.F. describes itself as a champion of transparency, but it declines to reveal the sources of its funding. Its official mailing address is a handsome historic building a few blocks from the U.S. Capitol. But when I stopped by there recently, to ask for the group’s basic financial records—which all tax-exempt nonprofits are legally required to produce—a woman at the lobby’s front desk said there was no such group at that address. Instead, the building is occupied by a different nonprofit group: the Conservative Partnership Institute, which serves as a kind of Isle of Elba for Trump loyalists in exile. It has become the employer of Trump’s former chief of staff Mark Meadows and of Trump’s former ad-hoc legal adviser Cleta Mitchell, both of whom are fighting subpoenas from the House committee investigating the January 6, 2021, attack on the U.S. Capitol.

Cameron Seward, the general counsel of the Conservative Partnership Institute, appeared in the lobby and assured me that there was no relationship between his group and the A.A.F. Yet documents that the A.A.F. filed with the I.R.S. in 2021, to secure its tax-exempt status, describe the group as existing “in care of” C.P.I. Moreover, C.P.I.’s 2021 annual report notes that it launched the A.A.F. because “conservatives didn’t have a group performing research on Biden’s woke nominees—even though plenty of liberal groups were digging up (or manufacturing) dirt on our side.” The groups have several overlapping directors, including Jones, who sits on both boards. The A.A.F. told the I.R.S. that its mission is to conduct nonpartisan research, but it is curious that the largest contribution by far to its parent group, C.P.I., is a million-dollar “charitable contribution” from Save America—Trump’s political-action committee. Trump reportedly raised much of the PAC’s money from supporters after his 2020 defeat, and his campaign has called the group an “election defense fund.”

Save America made its contribution to C.P.I. a few months after Meadows joined the group. Meadow’s son, Blake, an associate attorney at the Georgia law firm Foster, Foster, & Smith, appears to be involved with C.P.I., too: his name appears in a lawsuit filed last month on behalf of the A.A.F. against the U.S. Department of Homeland Security. Matthew Buckham, the A.A.F. co-founder, also has a Trump connection: he worked at the White House during his Administration, in the personnel office. (His father, Ed Buckham, is chief of staff to Marjorie Taylor Greene.)

It’s a great advantage to be able to treat opposition research as a tax-exempt charitable expense rather than as, say, a campaign cost. On March 21st, Paul Teller, the executive director of an advocacy group that serves as former Vice-President Mike Pence’s political operation, gave a lecture to Christian pastors in which he said, of the A.A.F., “I’m just in love with these guys!” Teller enthused, “They are just taking it to every Biden-Harris nominee that comes across to Congress,” adding, “Some of the stuff that we’re fighting with the Supreme Court nominee Jackson came from our friends at the American Accountability Foundation.” He went on, “We’re partnering, we’re collaborating.” Teller’s group is widely seen as promoting a potential Pence campaign for President in 2024.

When the A.A.F. applied for its tax-exempt status, it portrayed itself, under penalty of perjury, as a nonpartisan charity that would neither participate in political campaigns nor try to influence legislation. As a tax-exempt nonprofit dark-money organization, Jones’s group isn’t required to publicly disclose its donors, so it’s impossible to know all the sources of its funding. Clearly, though, it has big ambitions. In its I.R.S. filing, the A.A.F. submitted revenue projections that predict its budget as six hundred thousand dollars in 2021, a million dollars in 2022, and one and a half million dollars in 2023.

Norman Ornstein, a political scientist and Trump critic at the American Enterprise Institute, a right-leaning think tank, believes that the A.A.F. is doing “frightening, sleazy stuff” with serious implications. Not only is the group creating needless vacancies in important Administration positions; it is intimidating well-qualified people from wanting to undergo the nomination process. “It’s tough enough to get top-flight people in government,” Ornstein said. “But, if you also have to go through a well-funded, well-oiled slime machine, it’s really an attack on government.”