The Alex Jones Trial Pits Reality Against Trumpian Reality. And Reality Might Lose.
The Alex Jones custody case unspooling last week and this week in Austin, Texas, is many things. It is a spectacle, a human tragedy, and an hourly reminder that America is mostly goddamn horrifying. What it is not—with all due respect to BuzzFeed’s Charlie Warzel, who has been covering the living heck out of the proceedings—is the 21st Century equivalent of the Scopes Monkey Trial. There is nothing interesting on trial here. Competing views of parenting aren’t on trial, nor is any important legal principle, and no interesting legal precedent will result. The only lodestar of any child custody case is the best interest of the children, and in this case, too, the battle is not between media narrative and celebrity culture or the boundaries between a public self and a private self: It’s a contest between which of two seemingly very flawed parents will be less terrible for their children, and which custodial arrangement will screw them up the least.
Jones v. Jones isn’t going to be the trial of the century or even the trial of the week, legally speaking. It’s just going to be an excruciating display of what divorce lawyers see every day: parades of experts and paid professionals telling stories about missed visitation and forgotten teacher meetings. There may be an amuse bouche of shirtlessness and chili and ironic pleas for media restraint, but what this jury is seeing, day in and day out, is what it looks like when two wealthy former partners are prepared to spare no expense to destroy the other, with allegations about sex, booze, and money as tabs 1-1,000 in the trial binder.
That doesn’t mean this whole enterprise isn’t a must-see cultural meditation on vitally important issues of the day. Todd Gitlin probes one such question here: Doesn’t Jones’ claim that he is a mere performance artist (he both embraces and rejects that characterization on the witness stand) perfectly mirror Donald Trump’s incessant claims, often after the fact, that his most explosive statements were “jokes” or “sarcasm”? Gitlin ascribes the ability of both Trump and Jones to dismiss whatever they say as part of our “no accountability culture.” This culture ensures that anyone who can claim legions of passionate listeners and fans is granted the imprimatur of having something important to say.
Trump is a huge fan of Infowars; he has been known to peddle some of Jones’ nuttiest theories, and has called Jones and his show “amazing.” It shouldn’t be surprising to see Jones straddling Trump’s say-it-deny-it-excuse-it strategy, even as he stands to lose custody of his own three children. Trump has taught America a master class in the consequences of no-consequence speech acts—oh and the lesson is that sometimes you end up president.
Spencer Dew at Religion Dispatches makes a related and brilliant argument about the performance-artist defense: There is nothing inherently contradictory, he insists, between Jones’ lawyers’ claims that he is merely performing deranged paranoia for Infowars, and Jones own claims that he believes sincerely in the mission of fomenting deranged paranoia in his listeners:
There is no cognitive dissonance, ultimately, between the claim to be performing as a persona and the claim to be offering valid information or—and this is Infowars’ central product—a hermeneutic of radical suspicion. Jones insists that it’s the latter that is urgently needed: trust no one, investigate everything. Thus, Jones, in performing an act in which he pleads for his audience to be wary of people performing acts, is just closing the loop, offering evidence of that which he preaches. This isn’t hypocrisy: it’s instantiation.
In Dew’s telling, the American left still clings to “a Protestant model of private human depth, wherein there is an active intellectual inner life, debating and discerning, before one speaks or writes or acts in public.” This model has been dismantled by Trump, and Jones, and others who claim that performance acts of “liberated speech”—untethered from reflection or conviction or reality—are the truer models of sincerity.
Seen through this lens, perhaps the most interesting moments of this custody litigation are not Jones’ eyerolls and accusations from the witness stand, but moments like this one, tweeted Thursday by Warzel:
.@RealAlexJones One lighthearted moment: Court official refills water pitcher.Judge smirks to AJ "don't worry it's filtered water"*AJ smiles, fist pumps*
— Charlie Warzel (@cwarzel) April 20, 2017
This is a performance of Jones-style paranoia in which even the judge winkingly plays her designated part as bartender to the paranoid fringe. Immediately after the news came out last Monday that his lawyer had claimed Jones was merely a performance artist, Jones filmed a video on April 18 (possibly in violation of his gag order) responding to his own attorney’s claims that he is just playing a part. He refuted the entire thing, stating “We’re the most bona fide hardcore real McCoy thing there is.” And then saying of lawyers, including presumably the one trying to retain custody of Jones’ children for Jones: “They play these semantical lawyer games. It’s ridiculous.”
What Alex Jones is doing here isn’t an attempt to reconcile his public persona with his private role as a dad, and I suspect the media is wrong when it insists that’s what this trial is about. What he is doing is of a piece with what Trump does and Jeff Sessions does and Sean Spicer does every day: He is deliberately destablilizing core American institutions of truth. It’s his word that’s sincere, not the lawyers’. It is Spicer’s words that matter, not the lying liars. It’s what Trump knows in secret that is true. Everything else is a con.
When you listen to Alex Jones tell his listeners that the mainstream media is full of lies, or that the lawyers in the case are “twisting things” and “have no decency,” what he is doing is saying that the news about him is fake. It doesn’t matter that this fake news is being deployed to protect Jones’ interests in court—because in case you missed it listeners, the court is fake, too. This centuries-old system for testing facts in an adversarial fashion before neutral fact-finders? It’s a crock. In Jones’ telling the point here is to foment distrust and paranoia, and he is using the court proceedings themselves to do just that. If Alex Jones wins custody, the courts and lawyers and the media will be co-conspirators and liars. And if he loses? Um. The courts and lawyers and the media will also be co-conspirators and liars. The point of this litigation is not to ever get to the point of litigation. It is to persuade people that the trial is the show, and his authoritative and lucrative radio performance is what’s real.
Nothing that happens at this sad little custody trial will be any kind of lasting judgment on any meaningful truth about the nature of Jones’ character. He’s already told us, again and again, that his character is his truth, in the instant it’s expressed. This is not a referendum on the press or on the courts. Nothing at this trial will establish any facts about the Jones marriage or their children’s needs, and when the chips fall, all we will know as a purely factual matter, is who was deemed by a rigged system to be the better of two poor options to serve as guardian of three children.
What we will have learned in the aggregate is that we were foolish enough to suppose that putting an Alex Jones in a courtroom would force logic and deference and authenticity. This trial was a test to see whether Alex Jones would concede that any truth-seeking mechanism other than Alex Jones himself could be trusted. That’s the same test Donald Trump puts us to every day. What’s left to be determined is not what the truth is. It’s whether the systems that exist to test truth can recover from what we have become.