Time to lose faith?

It’s getting more difficult to look away from Russia

Here is a good rule of thumb for dealing with President Donald Trump: Everyone who gives him the benefit of the doubt eventually regrets it.

This was true of clients and contractors and creditors throughout his business career. It was true of the sycophants and opportunists before whom he dangled Cabinet appointments during the campaign and then, oh, never mind. It has been true of his Cabinet members and spokesmen, whose attempts to defend and explain their boss’s conduct are gleefully undercut by the boss himself. And it should be true — for the sake of their souls, I sincerely hope it’s true — of the Republican leaders whose reputations for probity and principle he has stomped all over since winning their party’s nomination. And now it’s true of me. The benefit of the doubt I extended to Mr. Trump was limited, but on a rather important subject: I thought that direct collusion between his inner circle and Russian officialdom during the 2016 campaign was relatively unlikely and the odds of ever finding proof of such a conspiracy vanishingly low. A lot of the weirdness around Mr. Trump and Russia, I argued, had a more normal explanation — he had made business deals with Russians, he still harbors a 1980s-era vision of superpower cooperation and, as a foreign-policy neophyte, he clutched the idea of detente like a security blanket even as the Russians separately made moves to help him win.

This argument is no longer operative, because we know now that Mr. Trump’s son, son-in-law and campaign manager all took a meeting in which it was explicitly promised that damaging information on Hillary Clinton would be supplied as “part of Russia and its government’s support for Mr. Trump.”

The meeting’s existence does not carry us all the way to the maximal collusion scenario, in which Mr. Trump himself was aware of Russia’s role in the hack of the Democratic National Committee and ordered his aides to conspire with WikiLeaks and Russian intelligence to time the dripdrip-drip of hacked emails and maximize their impact.

As the hapless Don Jr. — the Gob Bluth or Fredo Corleone of a family conspicuously short on Michaels — protested in his own defense, the Russian rendezvous we know about came before (though only slightly before) the WikiLeaks haul was announced. So the Trump team presumably assumed that it involved some other Hillary related dirt — some of the missing Clinton server emails that Mr. Trump himself jokingly (“jokingly”?) urged Russian hackers to conjure and release or direct evidence of Clinton Foundation corruption in its Russian relationships.

With that semi-exculpatory explanation in hand, you can grope your way to the current anti-anti-Trump talking point — that Don Jr. and company were just hoping to “gather oppo” to which a foreign government might happen to be privy, much as Democratic operatives looked to Ukraine for evidence of the Trump campaign’s shady ties.

But even if accepting opposition research from a foreign government is technically legal, this talking point takes you only so far. Russia is still a more-hostile-than-not power these days, with stronger incentives to subvert American democracy than the average foreign government. Therefore, taking Russian oppo has a gravity that should have stopped short a more upright and patriotic campaign. Second, if the Russians

had been dangling some of Hillary’s missing 30,000 emails, those, too, would had to have been stolen to end up in Moscow’s hands. So Don Jr., Paul Manafort and Jared Kushner should have known going in that, if the offer were genuine, the oppo useful, it might involve stolen goods.

But on the basis of the emails, the younger Trump went in not skeptically but eagerly (“if it’s what you say I love it”), apparently accepting the weirdness of Russian support for his father’s candidacy. Then everybody lied about or “forgot” about the meeting, repeatedly and consistently, until the emails themselves made their way to the press.

So, while this is not direct evidence that the president of the United States was complicit in an e-burglary perpetrated against the other party during an election season, it’s strong evidence that we should drop the presumption that such collusion is an extreme or implausible scenario.

Instead, the mix of inexperience, incaution and conspiratorial glee on display in the emails suggests that people in Mr. Trump’s immediate family — not just satellites like Roger Stone — would have been delighted to collude if the opportunity presented itself. Indeed, if the Russians didn’t approach the Trump circle about how to handle the DNC email trove, it was probably because they recognized that anyone this naive, giddy and “Burn After Reading”-level stupid would make a rather poor espionage partner.

Keep in mind, too, that all of this has come out (relatively) easily, thanks to digging by reporters and leaks from factions in and around the White House, without the subpoenas and immunity deals that the formal investigations have at their disposal. That means there is probably more and worse to come, and the more there is, the worse the president’s dealings with James Comey look. Even if the president himself is innocent of Russian collusion, protecting your family from exposure is a pretty strong motive for obstruction.

In the end, impeachment is political, not legal, and the House GOP probably won’t impeach for anything short of a transcript of a call between Mr. Trump and Vladimir Putin in which the words “Yes, I want you to hack their servers bigleague, Vlad” appear in black-and-white. And even then ...

But right now, the 2018 congressional elections promise to be a de facto referendum on impeachment. There are enough sparks in the smoke; there will probably be fire for some of Mr. Trump’s intimates before another year is out.

As for the president himself: Well, to conclude where I began, anyone presuming his innocence at this point should have all the confidence of Chris Christie awaiting his Cabinet appointment or Sean Spicer reading over the day’s talking points. Keep an eye on that Trump-monogrammed rug under your feet; it may not be there for long.