Kavanaugh wrongly claims he could drink legally in Md.

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BOSTON — Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh has repeatedly said that he was legally allowed to consume beer as a prep school senior in Maryland. In fact, he was never legal in high school because the state’s drinking age increased to 21 at the end of his junior year, while he was still 17.

Kavanaugh’s drinking has come under intense scrutiny after California professor Christine Blasey Ford alleged that a heavily intoxicated Kavanaugh sexually assaulted her while they were both teenagers at a Maryland house party during the summer of 1982.

The legal age in that state was raised to 21 on July 1, 1982; Kavanaugh did not turn 18 until Feb. 12, 1983.

In a Fox News interview on Monday, Kavanaugh said, “Yes, there were parties. And the drinking age was 18. And yes, the seniors were legal.”

In testimony Thursday before the Senate Judiciary Committee, he said all of his comments during the Fox interview were accurate and could be made part of the record.

Pressed at the hearing about his drinking habits in high school, he again claimed he had not broken the law.

“Yes we drank beer, my friends and I, boys and girls. Yes, we drank beer. I liked beer. I still like beer,” he said. “The drinking age as I noted was 18, so the seniors were legal. Senior year in high school, people were legal to drink.”

At another point, Kavanaugh, who has denied all of Ford’s accusations, stated correctly that the drinking age had been 18 in Maryland for “most” of his time in high school, but the age limit had been at 21 for more than seven months before his 18th birthday.

While he admitted in his congressional testimony that there were probably occasions during his time at Georgetown Prep in Maryland that he had consumed “too many beers,” a combative Kavanaugh denied he had ever gotten out of control or acted inappropriately toward women.

“I liked beer. I still like beer. But I did not drink beer to the point of blacking out, and I never sexually assaulted anyone,” Kavanaugh said.

There was a grandfather clause in the Maryland law, but only for those who were 18, 19 or 20 on the day the increase went into effect, thereby not including Kavanaugh.

Alcoholic consumption by Kavanaugh also would have been illegal during notorious Beach Week, an annual trip to the Eastern Shore that involved heavy drinking, according to numerous eyewitness accounts.

Kavanaugh could legally drink in nearby Washington D.C., for the final five months of high school. The drinking age there did not increase to 21 from 18 until 1986.



  1. Giovanni Santostasi says

    From M Judge book: he liked drinking but…” there was only one minor problem: The drinking age in Washington was eighteen, and we were all seventeen. To get around this, we did what has become a rite of passage in modern America we got fake IDs.” Kavanaugh lied under oath.

    1. Free Kavanaugh says

      No, Giovanni, YOU are the liar. Kavanaugh NEVER said HE drank legally…he said the SENIORS drank legally. Seniors who were 18 in 1982 were grandfathered into the new drinking age law and could drink legally, just as Kavanaugh said. Kavanaugh admitted drinking underage, did not say he drank legally, and yet you continue to perpetrate this SMEAR against him anyway…says more about you than it does him.

  2. Giovanni Santostasi says

    More from Judge’s book, Wasted:

    “There were two ways of obtaining a fake ID, one easy, the other incredibly high risk. The first way was simply to make one. I discovered how one afternoon while I was working in the yearbook office. Denny was one of the editors of Prep’s yearbook. He had also become something of a legend around Prep when word got out that he had recently gotten a part-time bartending job in Georgetown by lying about his age. Denny was fearless and was always coming up with a scheme to rile up the administration. He and I were both interested in journalism and worked on the yearbook together.
    One afternoon we were typing up some copy when I found a piece of plastic lined with black letters. The letters were all in various sizes, from headline-sized point to barely perceptible scrawling.
    ”What’s this?” I asked, holding the sheet up.
    “Just some stencil letters,” Denny said, his face buried in a pile of photographs. “The publisher sends them to us so we can decide what size of type we want.”
    I put the plastic sheet on a piece of paper and rubbed one of the letters. It transferred onto the paper, and when I tried to erase it, it wouldn’t come off.
    “Man, this stuff really sticks,” I said.
    enny’s head popped up. “Wait a minute. What did you say?”
    “These stencils. It’s impossible to get them off.”
    Denny jumped out of his chair and examined the sheet. He pulled out his wallet, plucked his Prep ID out of the flap, and laid it on the table. Slowly he placed the stencil sheet over the letters on his ID, lining it up so the letters would correspond in size. Then he began to stencil.
    A few minutes later, Denny had a fake ID. I gave him my driver’s license and watched as he turned me into an eighteen-year-old.
    “This is incredible,” he said, squinting at his handiwork. “We have to try this out right away.”
    We jumped in Denny’s car and drove to the small convenience store next to Prep.
    “You go in,” Denny said.
    “Me? Why me?”
    “Because you have a driver’s license. It’s better. All I have is this stupid Prep ID.”
    I got out of the car and went inside. It was a small store with only one register. There was a girl about my age ringing people up.
    For about ten minutes, I wandered down the aisles, pretending to look over the rows of soup or paper towels while I was trying to work up my courage.
    Eventually I worked my way over to the cooler in the back.

    I grabbed a twelve-pack and then hustled to the front of the store. No one other than the check-out girl was there. I tossed the beer on the conveyor belt and pulled out my wallet.
    She looked me right in the eye. “I need an ID.”
    “Oh, sure,” I mumbled, trying to sound casual. I plucked out my license and handed it to her.
    For what seemed like years she squinted at it, holding it inches from her face.
    “Okay,” she said, and handed it back. Then she rang me up.
    When I got back to the car, Denny shouted, “It worked?” He snatched the bag out of my hand. “I can’t believe it.”
    By the end of the week, Shane and the rest of our classmates were lining up to get into the yearbook office. We spent most of the next two weeks stenciling, and soon the store around the corner was getting heavy after-school business. The word spread to the other schools, and we expanded our services to the students at other Catholic schools in Washington. “

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