Let's just embrace reality and elect Supreme Court justices

This is what we've come to: On Monday afternoon, as those who enthuse about such things awaited news of President Donald Trump's nominee for the Supreme Court, a cable television network cut to cameras outside the home of Judge Amy Coney Barrett to show us that she was busily collecting towels from the porch and carrying them inside — and therefore wasn't in Washington and couldn't be the nominee. Breaking news!

That's who we've become, a nation for whom even selecting Supreme Court justices is part of our political game show. We listen eagerly for the call of "come on down" that identifies the next Running Man so that we can follow every minute as he (sometimes she) races through the gantlet of fearsome interest groups across the spectrum, finally arriving on the set, the hearing room of the Senate Judiciary Committee, where the questioning is half "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" ("Now, the next round is harder ...") and half "Family Feud" ("Sorry, judge, but the survey said ...").

The Constitution's rules for selecting a justice contemplate a calm and somber debate. But nowadays that's fantasy. Nothing in contemporary politics is accomplished calmly or somberly; that was true even before the incumbent carried his wild roadshow into the Oval Office.

Matters were once otherwise. An 1888 magazine article about the Supreme Court lauded the sobriety of the justices: "The robe adds to their dignity, and one feels impressed with the notion that beneath its folds can lurk nothing not in harmony with justice and law." Not so long ago, most Americans barely knew the names of the justices, never mind their faces. (Or their houses.) Half a century ago, when the journalist Anthony Lewis described the court's public image as "an extraordinarily powerful demigod sitting on a remote throne and letting loose constitutional thunderbolts whenever it sees a wrong crying for correction," he had in mind not only the court's mystery but also its majesty.

Alas, when it comes to the Supreme Court and its dignity, we're way past the point of lèse-majesté. Once reporters stake out the homes of potential nominees, we've leapt all the way to farce.

Want to blame Trump? That's fine. I've blamed him, too, warning at the time of his nomination of Neil Gorsuch that the president was turning the process into a sort of "Celebrity Apprentice." And, certainly, there was more of that this time around, as Trump seemed to revel in the news media's moment-by-moment reporting on his very public winnowing of candidates.

But Trump isn't uniquely at fault here. If he were, those cameras wouldn't have been staking out Barrett's house. News reports over the last week would not have been full of speculation about who's up, who's down, who's lobbying for whom. We've gone court-crazy. Put aside the unseemly deathwatch as the justices age. We plan campaigns before there's a nominee. Within minutes of the announcement of Brett Kavanaugh as Trump's choice, my e-mail inbox overflowed with fundraising missives setting forth the horrors to come, but the most cursory reading made clear that the text was finished before there was a nominee, awaiting only a name to be filled in. (By the way, what is it with that sky, the way it's constantly falling?)

For those of us who love the orderly processes of constitutional government, the new way represents a painful ordeal. Not once, not twice, but three times during my time as a law professor, I've had colleagues ask whether I knew of any dirt on a Supreme Court nominee. And now we've got cameras staking out the homes of the papabili.

All of which leads to a fairly obvious question: If the Supreme Court is so important that we insist upon following minute by minute the drama of the appointment process, and if the identity of the justices is of such vital national interest that the parties build entire fundraising campaigns around them, and if elections for senator and president often hinge on what sort of court voters want, then why in the name of James Madison do we continue with this arcane system of executive nomination followed by senatorial advice and consent? Why don't we simply elect the justices instead?

Remember, at the time the Constitution was written, neither members of the Senate nor the electors who chose the president were popularly elected. In other words, nobody involved in selecting the justices answered directly to the people. We've changed all that, democratizing the process for selecting presidents and senators alike. If we really believe that the court is so important, we should democratize that, too.

This isn't by any means a new idea. It's been proposed before, and often. There's a thoughtful 2005 book on the subject by political scientist Richard Davis. (Also one by me, a quarter-century ago.) Let those who would hurl those constitutional thunderbolts face the American people on behalf of whom interest groups for and against claim to speak. Electing the justices would fit the tenor of our times. Consider the demand that nominees promise to vote the way we like. Doesn't that sound an awful lot like asking for campaign promises?