I had pretty near forgotten about this one.
During Joe Biden’s 2008 run as Barack Obama’s running mate, Pamela Hamill — the daughter of that other driver — asked that the then-senator make a public apology for the years he’d spent impugning her father.
Curtis Dunn was driving the tractor-trailer that collided with the car driven by Biden’s first wife, Neilia. Neilia was carrying their 13-month-old infant daughter with her, and young sons Beau and Hunter were in the car, too. They were on their way to buy a Christmas tree when the accident occurred. Police at the time made the determination that Mrs. Biden drove into the path of the oncoming truck, possibly because she was looking the wrong way at a stop sign. Neilia and the girl died of their injuries, despite Dunn’s attempts to provide first aid, and the Bidens’ sons were also hurt very badly. POLITICO wrote in January of this year that a friend of Biden’s looked into the accident at the time and concluded, “She had a stop sign. The truck driver did not.”
Although Dunn was not at fault and was quick to render assistance, he was haunted by the accident for the rest of his life. Dunn passed away in 1999, 27 years later, but as his daughter told the Post, “He always got very solemn around Christmastime because the anniversary was Dec. 18, and he never wanted to celebrate the holidays.”
After an exhaustive online search, I can find no mention of Biden ever apologizing to Hamill or to her family. And that POLITICO piece by Michael Kruse I quoted above? It was headlined, “How Grief Became Joe Biden’s Superpower,” which is enough to make you sick after learning how Biden twisted the facts — and his own grief — for, what, a slicker stump speech?
Or as Jack Fowler asked back in April of this year, “It was a heartbreaking story all around, and with officials leaving no doubt of the truck driver’s complete innocence, what was the point of doing or saying anything more than letting Neilia and Naomi Biden rest in peace?” The answer to Fowler’s question would seem to be revealed by that POLITICO profile: Biden chose to weaponize his grief, and any collateral damage be damned.
As a husband and as the father of two young boys, ages 9 and 13, I can all-too-well imagine the horror of receiving of phone call like the one Biden received on December 18, 1972. But to then spend years impugning the innocent driver who tried to save my own loved ones, despite just have been nearly killed himself? That I can’t imagine, and suspect you couldn’t, either. We can, however, safely assess the character of the man who would do such a thing — and then neglect to apologize when called on it — as thoughtless, cruel, and very, very small.
Oh, I’d say that’s far, FAR too kind of you, Stephen. To take a horrific, painful personal tragedy, rejigger the story via self-serving dishonesty, smear an innocent and evidently quite decent man with despicable lies, and then use the whole odious, slimy mess as a means of manufacturing tawdry political advantage—these are acts so vile, so wholly indecent and despicable, as to disqualify such a one from being regarded as fully human.
Thoughtless? Cruel? Very, very small? Those tiny little words are inadequate to encompass the scope of the monstrous, near-demonic evil of such a thing. A thoughtless person is someone who forgets his wedding anniversary. A cruel person might mock a deformity, a handicap, an unfortunate lack of physical attractiveness. Very, very small? Someone who takes all the credit for an achievement or success without acknowledging others without whose help etc. Or, say, stokes his own ego by bullyragging a waitress, a wife, a child, or an underling.
The appalling, despicable nature of what Gropey Lyin’ Joe did WAY eludes the grasp of such small words and concepts. It is so beyond the pale I doubt anyone reading this could come up with a similar example from among his circle of acquaintances, no matter how wide it might be. If you DID personally know of such a person, what would your reaction be? Would you shun him? Would you blithely grant him even the slightest power over you by voting for him—for mayor, for dogcatcher, for shop steward, for head of the student council?
Myself, I wouldn’t trust someone capable of such unspeakable acts to mow my damned lawn. Not even once.
Biden’s sick maneuver was so reprehensible as to rightfully bar him from the society of anyone with even a shred of decency and humanity. The condemnation of this sleazy, self-serving smear ought to be universal and resounding. Such scurrilous behavior should forever forbid any hope of becoming President—not that the rat-bastard ever had any chance of it anyway, of course.
Since that early deployment of a malicious fairy tale for personal gain, Gropey has moved ever onwards and upwards over the years to commit more publicly-significant crimes, transgressions, and falsehoods. He got away with it for too long, but now new revelations and details seem to emerge every day, further exposing the black, trackless void where a soul is supposed to be. Thankfully, as Biden sinks in both polls and fundraising, it would seem that there is still at least some shit we will not eat.
But still. That such an amoral, conscienceless sub-mediocrity somehow contrived to spend his entire life feeding greedily from the public trough—parlaying a complete dearth of integrity and scruple into power, privilege, and unearned wealth—is the direst condemnation imaginable not only of the system that enabled his rise, but the fools who endorsed it with their votes again and again as well.