Today, the Supreme Court unanimously ruled that gruesome pictures of Vince Foster’s body at the scene of his suicide did not have to be released to the public. The actual ruling is 17 pages long, but can adequately be summarized in this single sentence from Justice Anthony Kennedy: “”Family members have a personal stake in honoring and mourning their dead and objecting to unwarranted public exploitation that, by intruding upon their own grief, tends to degrade the rites and respect they seek to accord to the deceased.”
I realize that the tin-foil hat crowd is saying I forgot the word “so-called” when discussing Mr. Foster’s suicide. That last link even asserts that the Bush Administration is complicit in covering up “alleged” misdeeds of the Clinton Administration, a charge that on it’s face seems far-fetched. Even Special Investigator Kenneth Starr, the man whose job was to find dirt on the Clintons, declared Mr. Foster’s death a suicide. Don’t you think if the actual evidence had been the least bit credible, Starr would have investigated it more thoroughly?
Mr. Foster has been dead over 10 years. The Supreme Court made the right decision, but frankly they have more important things to do than consider decade old crime scene photos. Perhaps the resources wasted here could be better put to use investigating the outing of Valerie Plame. Instead of continually hammering on the death of one man, help these people find out how almost 3,000 people were allowed to die.