December 7, 2004
By JEFFREY E. GARTEN
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Haven — AS the dollar continues to sink against the euro, the yen and other
currencies, the conventional wisdom is that there is little choice but to allow
it to continue to fall.
America's trade imbalance can be corrected, the current reasoning goes, with
a much cheaper dollar - perhaps 30 percent cheaper than it is today. The idea -
supported by Treasury Secretary John Snow and Alan Greenspan, the Federal
Reserve chairman - is that this would raise the price of imports for Americans,
who would thus buy less from abroad. A cheaper dollar would also supposedly
allow us to sell more to the world by making our exports less expensive.
Here is what's wrong with this analysis.
A falling dollar is unlikely to curtail imports as much as hoped. It is more
likely instead to act as a consumption tax. About one-quarter of the United States import bill arises from
oil purchases, which are priced in dollars. A rapidly depreciating dollar thus
means lower earnings for OPEC producers. In response, the cartel might well
raise prices. Goods from Asia, especially China, account for at least another 25 percent of our import
bill. Because these computers, machine tools, TV's and toys are essential to our
work and lifestyle, chances are that we will still buy them, even at higher
prices.
Nor will a cheaper dollar encourage domestic production that can replace
imports, as some argue. Auto parts, for instance, are increasingly produced in
Mexico and other developing nations.
These plants, part of a highly specialized global supply line, are not likely to
be replaced by suppliers in the United States just because of temporary currency
movements.
American exports, meanwhile, will not be spurred as much as most forecasters
hope. Because currencies' values are relative to one another, the lower the
dollar gets, the higher the euro and yen rise. As the currencies of Europe and Japan strengthen, the exports of these nations will become
more expensive. That could easily translate into slower growth in those already
slow-growing regions - and less money to buy our exports.
What's more, with the exception of agriculture, fewer American products are
sold from our shores. Increasingly, they are sold by American subsidiaries
overseas. While big American companies still export billions of dollars' worth
of goods across the Atlantic, they sell three to five times as much from their
European-based operations - to countries in Europe. A lower dollar won't have
much effect on those sales.
The problem with the administration's devaluation policy is that it doesn't
treat the root causes of America's economic imbalances. Our need to borrow so
much from abroad is caused by our enormous consumption and our anemic savings.
Today, Americans save just 0.2 percent of their disposable income, practically
the lowest level in 45 years. Since we have so little savings to finance capital
investment, we borrow from savings pools abroad. Our government, too, needs
foreign creditors to invest in Treasury securities, to finance its escalating
budget deficits.
Another trade issue not addressed by dollar devaluation: the need to sharpen
our global competitiveness. In an advanced economy like ours, price should be
less of a selling point than the quality and sophistication of a product. This
isn't going to happen unless we improve the fundamentals underlying
competitiveness - our education system and labor-force skills. A devalued dollar
also does not lower health-care costs - costs so high that they encourage
American employers to move operations to countries where governments often pick
up the insurance tab.
Traders churning $2 trillion daily in currency markets know that if the
United States relies on a cheap dollar alone to correct its trade imbalance it
will push the currency down fast and for a long time - because the benefits will
never quite match the predicted expectations.
This is a one-way bet for speculators. Already, rumors are rampant that
several central banks with significant dollar holdings may diversify into other
currencies. Hedge funds and other speculators may be moving in. If momentum to
sell dollars gathers steam, it could lead to a dollar plunge, a global financial
crisis and deep worldwide recession.
The dollar may well be overvalued now. But rather than just talking the
currency down, Washington should try to pursue a formal agreement with Europe,
Japan and China that addresses not only currency realignments but also the
domestic policy changes needed to back them up.
A model for this is the so-called Plaza Accord negotiated by the Reagan
administration with Germany and
Japan in 1985. Then, as now, the United States was running large trade deficits
and wanted to devalue the dollar. But rather than talking down the currency or
letting it fall on its own, President Reagan's team got key trading partners to
share the burden of adjusting policies to correct the imbalance. It worked.
America's trade gap slowly narrowed, and foreign lenders did not demand
significantly higher interest rates on Treasuries. If Washington negotiated a
similar accord today, countries like China and Japan could slow the dollar's
slide by revaluing their currencies. The pact could also involve policy
commitments to support the currency realignments.
For example, rather than just assert that economic growth will reduce our
budget deficits, the Bush administration might postpone or trim permanent tax
cuts. It could also agree to partly privatize Social Security only after
creating a plan to finance the $1 trillion to $2 trillion in transition costs
without deepening the deficit. It could announce measures to improve our export
performance - starting, perhaps, with more support for certain research and
development programs and a plan to lower health-care premiums for employers by
offering reinsurance for catastrophic-illness costs.
For their part, European nations could pledge to accelerate deregulation to
further open their economies and become bigger importers. And key countries
could agree to intervene in currency markets to keep the dollar's decline
gradual and orderly.
A great power does not debase its currency - a currency around which most
global commerce revolves. It does not take its hand off the tiller, as if the
market bears all responsibility for global financial stability. To fix the
problems that underlie huge trade imbalances, it uses statesmanship - at home
and abroad.
Jeffrey E. Garten, dean of the Yale School of Management, held economic
and foreign policy posts in the Nixon, Ford, Carter and Clinton administrations.
Don't Blame Me
Friday, December 10, 2004; Page A36
WITH PRESIDENT Bush's choices for a second-term Cabinet complete, a striking
feature is the continuity of the national security and foreign policy lineup.
The secretary of state leaves, but the national security adviser moves over to
take his place, her deputy moves up to take hers, and the defense secretary
stays put: No new blood there. It's understandable that a president might not
want to change teams while war rages, but such continuity can have pitfalls. One
is an absence of fresh thinking. Another is that Mr. Bush's principals will be
so intent on proving their first-term decisions correct, or so intent on blaming
others for what hasn't gone right, that they won't be open to the wisdom that
might be on offer outside government or farther down their chains of command.
It's in that context that we were listening to Defense Secretary Donald H.
Rumsfeld's comments this week. The one that got the most attention was his
response Wednesday to a soldier in Kuwait who wanted to know why troops were
being sent into Iraq without properly armored vehicles. "As you know, you go to
war with the Army you have," Mr. Rumsfeld replied. "They're not the Army you
might want or wish to have at a later time." A true statement, no doubt; and Mr.
Rumsfeld went on to assure the soldier that the Army was sending
better-protected vehicles to Iraq as quickly as it could. But the remark seemed
to suggest that Mr. Rumsfeld himself bore no responsibility for how the Army had
been equipped before the 2003 invasion; nor for the timing of that invasion; nor
for the failure to predict the ferocious insurgency that has made the absence of
armor so relevant.
That same combination of breeziness and blame-passing was on display even
more when Mr. Rumsfeld spoke to reporters while en route to Kuwait Monday.
(Transcripts of both sessions are available at
www.dod.gov.) Asked about first-term mistakes, Mr. Rumsfeld reflected on the
failure to find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq and the failure to predict
the insurgency, but even in the latter case, which might be thought to fall
under the broad category of strategic thinking, the defense secretary seemed to
pass the buck. "I don't think anyone would say that the intelligence left anyone
with the impression that you'd be in the degree of insurgency you're in today,"
he said.
Even more remarkably, he shifted all blame for what many believe to have been
a woefully inadequate troop commitment. "The big debate about the number of
troops is one of those things that's really out of my control," he said. Out of
the defense secretary's control? "I mean, everyone likes to assign
responsibility to the top person and I guess that's fine," Mr. Rumsfeld
explained. "But the number of troops we had for the invasion was the number of
troops that General Franks and General Abizaid wanted." But reporting by Bob
Woodward and others shows Mr. Rumsfeld ordering Gen. Tommy R. Franks to rewrite
plans for Iraq to reduce the number of troops; the one general who said he
thought more would be needed for postwar control, Army Chief of Staff Gen. Eric
K. Shinseki, found himself unwanted in Mr. Rumsfeld's Pentagon.
On one level, Mr. Rumsfeld's distinctive reading of recent history may matter
less than his commitment, restated eloquently during his trip this week, to help
Iraqis and Afghans live in freedom. But in the past Mr. Rumsfeld's breeziness
has masked serious errors. The postwar looting wasn't just a matter of the
untidiness of freedom; it struck a grievous blow at the U.S. occupation.
Carelessness toward the Geneva Conventions precipitated a hugely damaging
scandal. The insufficient troop levels allowed the insurgency to gain traction.
Now Mr. Rumsfeld says: "It's a violent country. It has been in the past. It
very likely will be in the future." Insouciant, charming, worldly-wise. But if
someone else is always to blame -- or if no one is -- how much confidence can
the country have in decisions going forward?
Published December 7, 2004

U.S. torture demands citizen
response
AUSTIN — It is both peculiar and chilling to find
oneself discussing the problem of American torture. I have considered support of
basic human rights and dignity so much a part of our national identity that this
feels as strange as though I'd suddenly found Fidel Castro in the refrigerator.
One's first response to the report by the International Red Cross about
torture at our prison at Guantanamo is denial.
But our country has opposed torture since its founding. One of our founding
principles is that cruel and unusual punishment is both illegal and wrong.
The first requirement here is that we look at what we are doing — and not
blink, not use euphemisms. Despite the Red Cross' polite language, this is not
"tantamount to torture." It's torture. It is not "detainee abuse." It's torture.
Yes, it's true, we did sort of know this already. It was clear when the Abu
Ghraib scandal broke in Iraq that the infection had come from Guantanamo.
In a way, Abu Ghraib is easier to understand than this cold, relentless and
apparently endless procedure at Gitmo. At least Abu Ghraib took place in the
context of war.
Our country, the one you and I are responsible for, has imprisoned these
"illegal combatants" for three years now. What the hell else do we expect to get
out of them? We don't even release their names or say what they're charged with
— whether they're Taliban, al-Qaida or just some farmers who happened to get in
the way.
Why are people representing our government, paid by us, writing filth on the
Korans of helpless prisoners? Is this American? Is it Christian? What are our
moral values? Speak out, speak up.
The creepiest aspect of the Red Cross report is the involvement of doctors
and psychiatrists in something called "Biscuit" teams. Get used to that acronym:
It stands for Behavioral Science Consultation Team and will end up in the same
category of national shame as Wounded Knee. According to The New York Times,
Biscuit teams are "composed of psychologists and psychological workers who
advise the interrogators." Shades of Dr. Mengele.
An earlier Red Cross report questioned whether "psychological torture" was
taking place. I guess that's what you call sleep deprivation and prolonged
exposure to extremely loud noises while shackled to a chair.
If you have neither the imagination nor the empathy to envision yourself in
such circumstances, please consider why the senior commanders in the military
are so horrified by this. It's very simple. Because if we break international
law and the conventions of warfare, then the same thing can be done to American
soldiers who are captured abroad.
My question is: What are you going to do about this? It's your country, your
money, your government. You own it, you run it, you are the board of directors.
They are doing this in your name. The people we elect to public office do what
you want them to. Perhaps you should get in touch with them.
To find out more about Molly Ivins and read features by other Creators
Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit the Creators Syndicate web page at
www.creators.com.
Posted on Tue, Dec. 07, 2004
From the
stress of Iraq to the death of 'lifetime' benefits
By Molly Ivins
AUSTIN, Texas
Here are a few political
developments that have flown in under the wider media radar recently.
• Mental health experts say we face a crisis
because one in six returning soldiers from Iraq is suffering from post-traumatic
stress, and the number is expected to grow rapidly. You will not be amazed to
learn that the Pentagon did not anticipate the problem, since it has yet to
anticipate anything about Iraq correctly.
A study by the Walter Reed Army Institute found 15.6 percent of Marines and
17.1 percent of soldiers surveyed after tours in Iraq suffer from major
depression, generalized anxiety or post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), which
can cause flashbacks, sleep disorders, violent outbursts, panic attacks, acute
anxiety and emotional numbness. The numbers are expected to be higher among
reservists than among career soldiers.
According to the Los Angeles Times, 30 percent of Vietnam Vets experienced
PTSD, and the greater tragedy was that at first it went unrecognized and later
often went untreated. This time, we should have known it was coming (except this
was supposed to be a "cakewalk" and our troops greeted with flowers). We're
totally unprepared again, and the system cannot move fast enough to treat the
problem. But hey, anyone who criticizes the Pentagon is "not supporting our
troops," right?
• The Wall Street Journal spotted yet another
depressing trend in the pension field. Many companies have started suing their
own retired employees in order to cut their pension benefits.
"Many companies have already cut back company-paid health-care coverage for
retirees from their salaried staff," the Journal notes. "But until recently,
employers generally were barred from touching unionized retirees' benefits
because they are spelled out in labor contracts. Now some are taking aggressive
steps to pare those benefits as well, including going to court."
Here's the part I love: The companies' legal argument is that the "lifetime"
coverage specified in the contracts does not mean the lifetime of the workers,
but the "lifetime" of the labor contract. Cute, eh?
• Here's a dandy: Our government now arranges
"torture flights." We are outsourcing torture. A Gulfstream 5 jet has been
leased by the Department of Defense and the CIA. We use this plane to transport
suspected terrorists from other countries or U.S. military bases to countries
that practice torture.
A Swedish television program tracked two Egyptians arrested there and
supposedly "extradited" by Egypt. They were flown out on the leased American
plane, and both suspects were then tortured in Egypt. According to Britain's
Sunday Times, the plane's logbooks show it has been to 49 destinations outside
the United States in the past two years, including Guantanamo and other U.S.
bases, Egypt, Jordan, Iraq, Morocco, Afghanistan, Libya and Uzbekistan.
• We already know that a kitchen sink of
unrelated stuff, including a new restriction on abortion and a gross invasion of
privacy through our tax returns, was included in the obscene appropriations
bill. Riders that were never voted upon or discussed in either House have been
added during conference committee meetings, and likewise, amendments never
brought up during conference have been added.
This is what the media call a "procedure story," which they avoid like the
plague. All editors believe that the public is bored silly by procedure stories.
Indeed, only a legislator would wind up in a red-faced fury because some article
21 of subsection C of Rule 22 has been broken.
Nevertheless, every little, petty violation of the rules means that laws
affecting our lives are being made by something other than a democratic process.
The Natural Resources Defense Council found these undebated gems in the
appropriations bill, just the place for anti-environmental legislation:
• California developers pushed for an
amendment to weaken the Endangered Species Act by weakening protection for
critical habitats.
• A measure removing all endangered species
protections from pesticides. According to the NRDC, this last-minute addition
would take away the ability to limit pesticide use even if it meant the
extinction of the bald eagle.
• A rider to authorize the largest
public-lands logging in history, overriding environmental review and prohibiting
judicial review. Passed for a forest in Oregon, courtesy of Sen. Gordon Smith,
R-Ore.
• Approximately $17 billion in pork barrel
water projects, a measure that was never debated in the Senate.
• A waiver of environmental review of grazing
permits on public lands. We keep selling grazing rights to Western ranchers at
below-market prices, even when the grazing destroys public lands.
• Oil drilling in an Alaskan wildlife refuge,
of course.
• A provision allowing commercial fishing
within wilderness areas of Alaska. Hey, don't all wildernesses have commercial
fishing operations?
And so on. And so forth.
No one is claiming that following proper procedures will produce brilliant
legislation untouched by corporate or parochial interests. But it would help.
Molly Ivins is a columnist for Creators Syndicate,
5777 W. Century Blvd., Suite 700, Los Angeles, CA 90045.
© 2004 The Washington Post Company
'Oil for Food' Worked
By James Dobbins
Friday, December 10, 2004; Page A37
American outrage over the diversion of U.N.-supervised Iraqi oil-for-food
money seems to miss three salient points. First, no American funds were stolen.
Second, no U.N. funds were stolen. Third, the oil-for-food program achieved its
two objectives: providing food to the Iraqi people and preventing Saddam Hussein
from rebuilding his military threat to the region -- and in particular from
reconstituting his programs for weapons of mass destruction.
The oil-for-food program was part of a comprehensive set of U.N.-mandated
sanctions designed to prevent Hussein from again becoming a threat to his
neighbors. The program was intended to allow the proceeds from Iraqi oil exports
to be used to purchase food and medicine for the Iraqi people, but not weapons
or WMD-related technology for the Hussein regime.
It is now clear, based on the most exhaustive American post-intervention
examination, that the U.N. sanctions regime, including both U.N. weapons
inspectors and the U.N.-administered oil-for-food program, fully met this core
objective. At the direction of the Security Council, and as a result of the
international embargo and international inspections, Iraq destroyed its
stockpiles of weapons of mass destruction in the early 1990s, did not acquire
new such weapons and did not even reconstitute a program to develop nuclear
weapons. More broadly, U.N. sanctions resulted in a steady decline in Iraq's
military capabilities from the end of the Persian Gulf War in 1991 to the day of
the American-led intervention.
At the same time, the oil-for-food program served its humanitarian goal of
feeding the Iraqi people, if not perfectly at least so effectively that
Washington asked the United Nations to keep the program in effect for six months
after the United States took power in Baghdad.
It is clear that Hussein and his henchmen took advantage of inadequate U.N.
oversight to siphon large sums from the program, but the money was Iraqi to
begin with and the amounts siphoned were never enough to undermine the purpose
for which the sanctions were in place. It is also clear that unscrupulous
non-Iraqi businessmen sometimes, apparently, with the knowledge of their
governments, connived in these diversions and drew illegitimate profits from
them.
Thus the bad news is that the United Nations proved unequal to the task of
preventing a rogue regime from stealing some of its own money. The good news is
that this same U.N. machinery proved equal to the task of preventing that regime
from fielding weapons of mass destruction, developing nuclear weapons and
reemerging as a military threat to its neighbors. So the U.N. performance was
mixed, but at least it got its priorities straight.
U.N. sanctions against Iraq, including the oil-for-food program, are worth
close scrutiny not just because some of that money was stolen but because, taken
as a whole, this represents one of the most successful uses of international
sanctions on record. Any effort to correct past abuses and forestall future ones
should proceed from the recognition that, despite its defects, this regime
served the international community's security and humanitarian objectives
exceptionally well.
The writer, a former assistant secretary of state, is director of the
International Security and Defense Policy Center at Rand Corp. He will be online
at noon today at
www.washingtonpost.com.
© 2004 The Washington Post Company

OP-ED COLUMNIST
By
PAUL KRUGMAN
The
National Association of Securities Dealers," The Wall Street Journal reports,
"is investigating whether some brokerage houses are inappropriately pushing
individuals to borrow large sums on their houses to invest in the stock market."
Can we persuade the association to investigate would-be privatizers of Social
Security?
For it is now apparent that the Bush administration's
privatization proposal will amount to the same thing: borrow trillions, put the
money in the stock market and hope.
Privatization would begin by diverting payroll taxes, which pay
for current Social Security benefits, into personal investment accounts. The
government, already deep in deficit, would have to borrow to make up the
shortfall.
This would sharply increase the government's debt. Never mind,
privatization advocates say: in the long run, they claim, people would make so
much on personal accounts that the government could save money by cutting
retirees' benefits. Financial markets won't believe this claim, as I'll explain
in a minute, but let's temporarily grant the point.
Even so, if personal investment accounts were invested in
Treasury bonds, this whole process would accomplish precisely nothing. The
interest workers would receive on their accounts would exactly match the
interest the government would have to pay on its additional debt. To compensate
for the initial borrowing, the government would have to cut future benefits so
much that workers would gain nothing at all.
How, then, can privatizers claim that they could secure the
future of Social Security without raising taxes or reducing the incomes of
future retirees? By assuming that workers would invest most of their accounts in
stocks, that these investments would make a lot of money and that, in effect,
the government, not the workers, would reap most of those gains, because as
personal accounts grew, the government could cut benefits.
We can argue at length about whether the high stock returns such
schemes assume are realistic (they aren't), but let's cut to the chase: in
essence, such schemes involve having the government borrow heavily and put the
money in the stock market. That's because the government would, in effect,
confiscate workers' gains in their personal accounts by cutting those workers'
benefits.
Once you realize that privatization really means government
borrowing to speculate on stocks, it doesn't sound too responsible, does it? But
the details make it considerably worse.
First, financial markets would, correctly, treat the reality of
huge deficits today as a much more important indicator of the government's
fiscal health than the mere promise that government could save money by cutting
benefits in the distant future.
After all, a government bond is a legally binding promise to
pay, while a benefits formula that supposedly cuts costs 40 years from now is
nothing more than a suggestion to future Congresses. Social Security rules
aren't immutable: in the past, Congress has changed things like the retirement
age and the tax treatment of benefits. If a privatization plan passed in 2005
called for steep benefit cuts in 2045, what are the odds that those cuts would
really happen?
Second, a system of personal accounts, even though it would
mainly be an indirect way for the government to speculate in the stock market,
would pay huge brokerage fees. Of course, from Wall Street's point of view
that's a benefit, not a cost.
There is, by the way, a precedent for Bush-style privatization.
One major reason for Argentina's
rapid debt buildup in the 1990's was a pension reform involving a switch to
individual accounts - a switch that President Carlos Menem, like President Bush,
decided to finance with borrowing rather than taxes. So Mr. Bush intends to
emulate a plan that helped set the stage for Argentina's economic crisis.
If Mr. Bush were to say in plain English that his plan to solve
our fiscal problems is to borrow trillions, put the money into stocks and hope
for the best, everyone would denounce that plan as the height of
irresponsibility. The fact that this plan has an elaborate disguise, one that
would add considerably to its costs, makes it worse.
And maybe the fact that serious financial experts, the sort
qualified to be Treasury secretary, understand all this is the reason why John
Snow has just been reappointed.
E-mail: krugman@nytimes.com
Bob Herbert is on vacation.
December 10, 2004
EDITORIAL
As
the search for someone to replace Treasury Secretary John Snow dragged on,
Republicans close to the White House openly dissed him. Then, on Wednesday, the
president reappointed Mr. Snow. To justify the surprise decision, a senior
administration official said, "This was no time to send a signal of
uncertainty."
Well, it's no time to send a signal of business as usual, either. The
economic legacy of the first Bush term is dauntingly bad. The stock market is
lower, despite tax cuts aimed at spurring investment. The dollar is way lower,
and fears of a free fall are mounting daily. The federal budget has swung from a
surplus to a $412 billion deficit, mainly because of misguided and excessive tax
cuts. The deficits in trade and international investment are at
never-before-tested levels, nearly triple what most economists consider
sustainable. Job creation has been weaker than at any time in modern memory.
Incomes are stagnant, failing in most months to even keep pace with inflation.
And no - count 'em, zero - policy reversals are on the horizon.
As if that's not bad enough, Mr. Snow's reappointment also sends a
disturbing, though not surprising, message about policy making. Like other
secretaries in the Bush administration, Mr. Snow's main job has been to promote
policies - not make them. To the extent that this administration has engaged in
making economic policies (to wit, "tax cuts above all" and "deficits don't
matter"), the policies have come from the president's inner circle.
Mr. Snow, like so many others around President Bush, is nothing more than a
messenger. Congress knows it. The financial markets know it. Our trading
partners know it. It strains the imagination that the White House couldn't find
a fitting Treasury secretary among the Wall Street mavens, former politicians
and other professionals who were considered for the post. It's more likely that
none were suited for the real job on offer: cheerleader.
This all bodes ill for the economy. Domestically, the president is committed
to largely replacing Social Security with private retirement accounts - although
doing so would require the Treasury to borrow at least $1 trillion. Mr. Snow's
reappointment neatly avoids the Senate confirmation hearings that would be
required for a new appointment, as would the probable reappointment of Joshua
Bolten as the director of the Office of Management and Budget. A major
opportunity to vet Mr. Snow's professional opinions and to probe for - dare we
suggest? - misgivings, is lost.
Internationally, the situation is even worse. Mr. Snow is squarely behind the
administration's apparent weak-dollar policy. If the dollar's decline sharpens,
is Mr. Snow capable of cooperating with our trading partners to manage the
downward trajectory? It's kind of hard to be unilateral when you need China, Japan and Europe to accomplish your
goals.
The economy won't really improve unless Mr. Bush starts to listen to people
who will tell him things he does not want to hear, like the fact that the only
lasting fix for the weak dollar is fiscal discipline to reduce the budget
deficit. Mr. Snow is not that person. Most ominously, the right person for that
job doesn't exist - and couldn't get hired - in this administration.
By
THOMAS L. FRIEDMAN

Published: December 9, 2004From what I can
tell from the new organizational flow chart for U.S. intelligence that Congress
adopted yesterday, it is a god-awful combination of new titles and jobs at the
top, without clear lines of authority to the people on the ground. One thing
I've learned from 25 years in the newspaper business (which is just another form
of intelligence gathering) is this: Whenever you add a new layer of editors on
top of reporters, and don't get rid of some of the old layer of editors, all you
get is trouble. You get less intelligent.
The right way to improve U.S. intelligence is to get more people on the
ground who speak the languages we need and who can think unconventionally. If
that sounds blindingly obvious to you, it is, but it is precisely the shortage
of such people that explains to me America's greatest intelligence failure in
Iraq - a failure we are paying for dearly right now. You see, we didn't invade
Iraq too soon. We actually invaded 10 years too late.
Let me explain: America's greatest intelligence failure in Iraq was not the
W.M.D. we thought were there, but weren't. It was the P.M.D. we thought weren't
there, but were. P.M.D., in my lexicon, stands for "people of mass destruction."
And there were far more of them in Iraq than anyone realized. The failure of
U.S. intelligence to understand what was happening inside Iraqi society during
the decade-plus of U.N. sanctions that preceded our invasion is the key to many
of the problems we've encountered in post-Saddam Iraq.
The U.N. sanctions pulverized Iraqi society - a society already beaten down
by an eight-year Iran-Iraq war, the war over Kuwait and some 30 years of
Saddam's tyranny. As Saddamism and sanctions chewed up the Iraqi people during
the 1990's, many people of talent left. Before the war, the Bush team told
anyone who would listen that Iraq had the most talented secular elite in the
Arab world. And it was right. The only problem was that during the 1990's many
in that elite moved to Amman, Damascus, Beirut, Abu Dhabi, Bahrain and Cairo,
where they worked as professors, music teachers and engineers.
Meanwhile, back in Iraq, those who had no access to Baath Party privileges
got steadily ground down. Many Iraqi youth, unable to connect with the outside
world and unable to find jobs at home, turned to religion. Saddam encouraged
this with a mosque-building program. By wrapping himself in an aura of Islam,
Saddam also hoped to buttress his own waning legitimacy. So Wahhabi religious
influence flowed into the Sunni areas from Saudi Arabia, as Iranian religious
influence flowed into Shiite regions.
You know all those masked Iraqi youth you see in the Al Jazeera videos,
brandishing weapons and standing over some foreigner whose head they are about
saw off? They are the product of the last decade of Saddamism and sanctions.
Those youth were 10 years old when the U.N. sanctions began. They are the
mushrooms that Saddam and the sanctions were growing in the dark. The Bush team
had no clue they were there.
These deracinated, unemployed, humiliated Sunni Iraqi youth are our biggest
problem today. Some clearly have become suicide bombers. We can't say what
percentage, because, unlike the Palestinians, the Iraqi suicide bombers don't
even bother to tell us their names or do a farewell video for mom. They not only
are ready to commit suicide on demand, but they are ready to do it anonymously.
That bespeaks a very high level of commitment or psychosis, or both.
I would estimate that U.S. forces have been hit with over 200 of these human
missiles, and we still are not sure how they are recruited and deployed. What we
are facing, I think, is a crude underground suicide supply chain - a mutant
combination of Wal-Mart and Wahhabism.
Its organizers appear to use word of mouth, and the Internet, to recruit
suicide bombers from Iraq and the wider Muslim world. These bombers are ferried
down the supply chain to bomb makers in the field, who get them wired up and
deploy them against U.S. and Iraqi targets tactically.
This is not haphazard. These bombings are timed for maximum effect. That
means the insurgents are quite confident about their supply of bombers. It's
just like Wal-Mart's supply chain: you buy an item in a Wal-Mart in Arkansas,
and another one is immediately made in China. In Iraq, you deploy a suicide bomber in Baghdad, and another one is
immediately manufactured in Mosul or Riyadh.
When we have people in U.S. intelligence who can explain how that
organizational flow chart works, I'll feel safer.
By
MAUREEN DOWD
ASHINGTON
Hoooo-rah! Rummy finally got called on the carpet.
Not by the president, of course, but by troops fighting in Iraq. Some of them
are finally fed up enough to rumble about his back-door draft and failure to
provide them with the proper armor for their Humvees, leaving them scrambling to
improvise with what they call "hillbilly armor."
The defense secretary had been expected to go to Iraq on this trip but spent
the day greeting troops in Kuwait instead. Even though Pentagon officials insist
that security wasn't an issue, I bet they had to be worried not to travel the
extra 40 miles to Iraq.
Rummy met with troops at Camp Buehring, named for Chad Buehring, an Army
colonel who died last year when insurgents in Baghdad launched a
rocket-propelled grenade into Al Rasheed, a Green Zone hotel once frequented by
Western journalists and administration officials that is still closed to guests
because - despite all the president's sunny bromides about resolutely prevailing
- security in Iraq is relentlessly deteriorating.
As Joe Biden told Aaron Brown of CNN about his visit to Falluja, "They got
the biggest hornets' nest, but the hornets have gone up and set up nests other
places." He said that a general had run up to him as he was getting into his
helicopter to confide, "Senator, anybody who tells you we don't need forces here
is a G.D. liar."
Rummy, however, did not hesitate to give the back of his hand to soldiers
about to go risk their lives someplace he didn't trouble to go.
He treated Thomas Wilson - the gutsy guardsman from Tennessee who asked why soldiers had "to dig
through local landfills for pieces of scrap metal and compromised ballistic
glass to up-armor our vehicles, and why don't we have those resources readily
available to us?" - as if he were a pesky Pentagon reporter. The defense chief
used the same coldly cantankerous tone and squint he displays in press
briefings, an attitude that long ago wore thin. He did everything but slap the
kid in the hospital bed.
In one of his glib "Nothing's perfect," "Freedom's untidy" and "Stuff
happens" maxims, Rummy told the soldier: "As you know, you go to war with the
Army you have."
It wouldn't make a good Army slogan, and it was a lousy answer, especially
when our kids are getting blown up every day in a war ginned up on
administration lies. Remember when the president promised in the campaign that
the troops would have all the body armor they needed?
These young men and women went to Iraq believing the pap they were told:
they'd have a brief battle, chocolate, flowers, gratitude. Instead, they were
thrust into a prolonged and savage insurgent war without the troop levels or
armor they needed because the Pentagon's neocons had made plans based on their
spin - that turning Iraq into a democracy would be a cakewalk. And because Rummy
wanted to make his mark by experimenting with a lean, slimmed-down force. And
because Rummy kept nattering on about a few "dead-enders," never acknowledging
the true force, or true nationalist fervor, of the opposition.
The dreams of Rummy and the neocons were bound to collide. But it's immoral
to trap our troops in a guerrilla war without essential, lifesaving support and
matériel just so a bunch of officials who have never been in a war can test
their theories.
How did this dangerous chucklehead keep his job? He must have argued that
because of the president's re-election campaign, the military was constrained
from doing what it is trained to do, to flatten Falluja and other insurgent
strongholds. He must have told W. he deserved a chance to try again after the
election.
He had a willing audience. W. likes officials who feed him swaggering
fictions instead of uncomfortable facts.
The president loves dressing up to play soldier. To rally Camp Pendleton
marines facing extended deployments in Iraq, he got gussied up in an Ike
D-Day-style jacket, with epaulets and a big presidential seal on one lapel and
his name and "Commander in Chief" on the other.
When he really had a chance to put on a uniform and go someplace where the
enemy was invisible and there was no exit strategy and our government was not
leveling with us about how bad it was, W. wasn't so high on the idea. But now
that it's just a masquerade - giving a morale boost to troops heading off
someplace where the enemy's invisible and there's no exit strategy and the
government's not leveling with us about how bad it is - hey, man, it's cool.
Sometimes, You Just Have to Laugh
BY MOLLY IVINS
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mere thought of liberal humor in Texas will
remind many of that photo that ran for years in Esquire magazine, of
Richard Nixon laughing hysterically, over the caption, “Why Is This Man
Laughing?” Well hell, as that great philosopher Jimmy Buffett observes, if we
couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane. Besides, crying and throwing up are bad
for you.
Next to cops and doctors, Texas liberals have the darkest sense of humor I’ve
ever come across. But like everything else in the beloved state, it comes with a
twist. Like normal Texans, Texas liberals love good stories and love language
with flavor and bite to it, like a good chili.
A scholar of humor (they have such Up North) once told me that the storytelling
tradition I used to consider part of Texas culture is actually a function of the
fact that so many of us were, until fairly recently, either rural or just one
generation off the farm or ranch. Rural humor, said the good Professor Herman,
is a function of the fact that life moves more slowly in the country. People
have time to sit around on their front porches telling stories while they shell
peas or snap beans or whatever quaint rural pursuits are pursued on porches. You
can see some of that legacy in the Texian fondness for jokes in which the rube
comes out on top, as in: “Y’heard about the Aggie who went
to Harvard? Yeah, he went up there and asked one a them Harvard men, ‘Where’s
the liberry at?’
“Fella says, ‘My good man, don’t you know you must never end a sentence with a
preposition?’ So the Aggie says, ‘O.K., where’s the liberry at, asshole?’”
Rural humor also tends to involve shit, since there’s a lot of it around farms
and ranches. This factor has definitely stuck.
The storytelling tradition clusters in certain callings—politicians, trial
lawyers, and newspaper folk. Since Observer writers tend to get a
triple dose of this, we have also recorded a lot of it. Preachers and salesmen,
in my experience, go more for set jokes. I infinitely prefer true stories and
on-the-spot responses, since most real humor lies in character. Think about the
family stories you tell, or stories about your friends that are so much funnier
because you know the people involved.
Here’s an old political story that depends on the listener
knowing that Lyndon Johnson’s political career was largely funded by the
construction firm Brown & Root (now KBR, subsidiary of Halliburton, of Iraqi
contract infamy—some things never change). It was told before the 1960 election
and also reflects the anti-Catholicism then common in Texas:
So Kennedy and Johnson win, and
shortly after the election they’re settin’ around the Oval Office and the
phone rings. H’it’s the Pope a Rome on the phone. [In those days, Texans
always specified “the Pope a Rome” in case you should mistake him for some
other Pope]. Pope says, “John, my son, this is the Pope callin’. We’ve got a
problem over here. The roof of the Vatican is leakin’ somethin’ fierce. We
been runnin’ around settin’ the sacred vessels under the holes, but they
fillin’ up fast. Y’all reckon you could come over here and fix the Vatican
roof for us?”
“Sure, Mr. Pope, sir,” says Kennedy. “Just let me consult with my vice
president here. Lyndon, it’s the Pope on the phone, wants to know if we can
go over there and fix the Vatican roof for him.”
Lyndon drawls basso, “That’s fine with me, John. Just make sure Brown & Root
gets the contract.”
Urban humor tends toward the one-liner, the quick quip,
and is often sardonic, sarcastic, or a put-down. I know tons of Texans who are
superb at one-liners, but they rarely have the storytelling gene as well. Ann
Richards is one of the rare ones who can do both splendidly.
The greatest storyteller I ever knew was the late John Henry Faulk, and he in
turn was the protégé and friend of J. Frank Dobie, our greatest Texas
folklorist. So there we are, back in the rural roots again. As often happened
with Texas progressives, Faulk’s humor was far better appreciated Up North, so
he moved to New York City and had a nationally syndicated radio show, “Johnny’s
Front Porch.” I was later struck by how many of his stories were macabre black
humor. People in John Henry’s stories often died in bizarre ways—for example,
getting blowed up so bad they settled over an entire field in kind of a pinkish
mist. Causing great problems for the funeral directors.
Many of Johnny’s stories were political, but as he pointed out, he never said
anything controversial in his own voice. It was always Cousin Claude, the
unreconstructed racist, or some other loony from Johnny’s vast invented family
who sounded off. Try one of Cousin Claude’s rants from the Vietnam era and see
how timely it is:
So Cousin Claude said,
“Hell, yis, I believe in the right to dissent. H’it’s in the Constitution.
What I cain’t stand is all this criticism. Criticize, criticize, criticize.
Why don’t they just leave Lyndon alone and let him fight his war in peace?
“Now lookahere at these Veetnamese people. We send our best boys over there.
Flyin’ million-dollar airplanes. Wearin’ pressed uniforms. You know what
them Veetnamese do? They come out at night. On they bicycles. Wearin’
pyjamas. Not even Christian.
“If they don’t like what we’re doin’ for ’em, they oughtta go back where
they come from.”
Another element of Texas humor is a kind of verbal
machismo. Many Texan sayings—the unusual similes and metaphors we cherish and
pass along—involve a sort of macho one-upmanship. The stronger and the saltier
the language, the more points you get for it. Of course, one always gets extra
points for a completely original metaphor or simile: That is true Texas
speaking.
Bob Strauss developed a great reputation for wit Up North by using old Texas
sayings, whereas Bob Bullock used to make up his own. When you think about it,
that says a lot about their politics. I believe Bullock originated the classic
’70s description of a city fella: “His pants was so tight,
if he’d a farted, it woulda blown his boots off.”
I am particularly fond of a Gary Cartwright metaphor I often use. I think it’s
from an article about the stripper Candy Barr: “She
couldn’t have been more surprised if she’d opened the refrigerator and found
Fidel Castro inside.”
Liz Carpenter is another Texan with a gift for original comparisons. In 1972,
upon hearing that John Connally was forming a group called “Democrats for
Nixon,” she observed: “If John Connally had been at the
Alamo, he woulda started Texans for Santa Anna.”
The perverse relish of what is most outlandish and tacky about our state is also
a Texian trait. The Redneck Hall of Fame has extremely high entrance
requirements. Priscilla Davis, for example, is in the Hall not because of the
whole unfortunate episode with her ex, T. Cullen, trying to murder her, or the
subsequent trials. Could’ve happened to anyone. But she also had a diamond
necklace that spelled out “Rich Bitch,” and she dyed her pussy pink and shaved
it into a heart-shape. Outstanding.
Here’s one of those standard “You’re a redneck if…” jokes: “When your momma gets
stopped for speeding, she does not take the Marlboro out of her mouth before
telling the highway trooper to fuck off.” That’s funny. Texas rednecks actually
are not funny. They are guys who use spotlights for deer-hunting and kittens for
shark bait and they’re as funny as a .44. You hear these nincompoop
right-wingers pompously lecturing liberals for their supposed “cultural
condescension” toward our rugged, salt-of-the-earth brethren here in the Red
heartland. I yield to no one in my fondness for most Texans, but wouldn’t you
just love to introduce Ann Coulter to Butch, Bubba, and DeWayne? They’re not
girlie-men. If she liked DeWayne, we could take up a collection to get his teeth
fixed.
One of the obvious origins of Texan humor is the frontier tradition of humor by
exaggeration. The classic is Davy Crockett’s brag:
Colonel David Crockett, fresh from the backwoods,
half horse, half alligator, a little touched up with snapping turtle; can
wade the Mississippi, leap the Ohio, ride upon a streak of lightning, and
slip without a scratch down a honey locust; can whip by weight in
wildcats—and if any gentleman pleases, for a ten-dollar bill he can throw in
a panther—hug a bear too close for comfort, and eat any man opposed to
Jackson.
Clearly a natural Texan. This has devolved into classic
Texas brag-humor. Think how much better Walter Mondale and John Kerry would have
done in politics if only they’d known how to brag on theirselves. This damn
Scandinavian/New England-reticence shit has got to go. Did Bush hesitate to brag
about being the Father of the Texas Patients’ Bill of Rights, even though he was
its worst enemy? Of course not. What the hell has truth got to do with it?
or me the real motherlode
of Texas political humor is the thing itself, Texas politics. The Legislature is
just so… representative of our state. Where else can you find entertainment this
good? It runs from graceful quips to the slapstick, pratfall humor of the annual
House duke-out. The old all-House duke-outs produced the tradition of the four
members mounting the dais in mid-melee to sing, “I Have a Dream, Dear,” in
barbershop harmony. These days it’s usually just one-on-one combat.
The Legislature provides us with an array of verbal treasures. During a debate
on a bill to stop out-of-wedlock children from getting welfare, Bob Eckhardt
said, “It is not so much the natural bastards I worry
about as the self-made ones.” Craig Washington, filibustering one of
those idiot flag-burning amendments, said, “I prefer those who would burn the
flag and keep the Constitution to those who would tear up the Constitution and
keep the flag.” After yet another unsuccessful effort to
modify the Texas sodomy law, the authors of a successful amendment were slapping
backs and high-fiving. A voice from the press box said, “Sergeant, you must go
over and reprimand both those men. Because under the amendments just passed by
them, it is now illegal for a prick to touch an asshole in this state.”
The annual Waring Blender Award for Mixed Metaphor is always appreciated, as in:
“If you throw the baby out with the bathwater, it will let the head of the camel
into the tent.” Then there was the special time we were having Disability Day to
honor the handicapped, and Speaker Gib Lewis said to those in the wheelchairs
wedged up into the balcony, “And now, would y’all stand and be recognized?”
The misusage of language is so common in the Lege (“I’m just filled with
humidity”) that no one was surprised by the Gibber’s response to the English
teacher who came up to him to complain about his syntax. “That’s not my sin tax,
lady, I’m against all taxes,” he protested. Outrageous pranks that would
embarrass the Kappa Sigs (trying to piss on the Lone Star in the center of the
rotunda from the second-floor balcony on sine die night) and parting
words are among our liberal legacies. Former state rep Bill Kugle of Athens
rests in the state cemetery under a stone that lists his life accomplishments on
one side, and this observation on the other: “He never voted for a Republican,
and never had much to do with them either.”
The way the Freshman of the Year Award started was some 20-odd years ago on the
occasion of Rep. Charles Gandy’s birthday. Gandy of Mesquite was called to the
lobby by a page. He arrived to find it was a strip-o-gram sent by his thoughtful
House colleagues. She began stripping while the members poured out to watch in
glee and troops of interested schoolchildren were led past by horrified
teachers. Unfortunate photos resulted. In an effort to console Gandy for the
unhappy political consequences of this natal celebration, the House named him
Freshman of the Year. Gandy lost anyway.
Some forms of legislative humor should have died a much earlier death. During
the ’80s, the expression “It ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings” led to an
excruciating annual performance by Rep. Ernestine Glossbrenner, a schoolteacher
from Alice. She was one of the nicest humans ever to serve in the House, and
also one of the most overweight. In the spirit of good sportsmanship, every year
she sang as requested at the front mike on sine die. After several years of her
enduring this so-amusing humiliation, the rest of the House women marched on the
mike and refused to let her sing without them.
Liberals in the Lege have gone under various sobriquets over time: the Gas House
Gang, the Shit House Liberals (from their habit of hiding in the Men’s Room
during tough votes), the Dirty Thirty, the Gang of Four. To this good day, the
advice given to every incoming member is, “Vote conservative, party liberal.”
Quite simply, we are always much more fun than the other guys. From Eckhardt and
Maury Maverick to Malcolm MacGregor of El Paso and Whiskey Bob Wheeler from
Tilden. From Carl Parker (“If you took all the fools out of the Legislature, it
would no longer be a representative body”) and Neil Caldwell (founder of the Old
Forts, a group of liberal former members who can’t spell real well) to Senfronia
Thompson, (who christened the tort defendants’ corner of the gallery “the
Owners’ Box”).
Among the Lege’s more blissfully comic moments are its biennial efforts to
proceed with more dignity. Speaker Pete Laney (the one who never got indicted)
actually made some progress in this regard, but I am pleased to report the House
has since lapsed into an awesome degree of asininity. Among other results, this
caused the Bolt to Ardmore in the summer of ought-three. The Observer
was embedded with the troops in Ardmore and can assure you that it is not a
destination-vacation spot. Many in the current Legislature
remind us of William Brann’s great line, “The trouble with our Texas Baptists is
that we do not hold them under water long enough.”
The Observer has been watching Texas politics for 50 years now and as
the sorority girls say, we’re, like, “You think you can top this?” Bring it on.
We know pols in other states do foolish things and get caught in hilariously
compromising situations. For 40 years, I have been involved in political
storytellin’ contests with other political writers in bars all over this
country. I can get a close run for my money in Louisiana, New Jersey, Illinois,
and (unexpected entry) New Mexico. (Former N.M. Gov. Bruce
King, a Texan at heart, was once accused of breaking a promise: “A promise,”
said he with dignity, “is not a commitment.”) Hey, Preston Smith could
top that any Tuesday, and Bill Clements twice a week. I have never lost a
political storytellin’ contest in any category: crooked pols, dumb pols,
out-goddamned-rageous pols. We win—and we never have to make up anything. How
can I lose with material like the time Rep. Mike Martin paid his Cousin Eddie to
shoot him in the arm with a shotgun, and then claimed it had been done by a
Satanic and communistic cult.
You think I can find stuff this weird anywhere else? This is why I’m still in
Texas.
And why should this be true, what did we ever do to deserve them, aside from
electing them? Same old problem. The Observer has spent 50 years trying
to get this state to behave in some form of rational, responsible, and faintly
merciful—not to say Christian—fashion, and here we still are. Still larger than
life, in that weird pie-eyed way. Still that lunatic quality of exaggeration.
Still Texas, damn it and love it.
The Goober and the Gibber, Poor Ol’ Preston and Dollar Bill Clements, Gov. Pet
Rock and Gov. Goodhair, Goodtime Charlie Wilson and the Wrong Don Yarbrough, The
Unspeakable Hollowell and Mad Dog Mengden, the Bull of the Brazos and Goose
Finnell. No place but Texas. That’s why Texas liberals get to laugh and laugh
and laugh.
Molly Ivins is a former Observer editor (1970-1976) and is
president of the Texas Democracy Foundation. Her latest book with Lou Dubose is
Bushwhacked: Life in George W. Bush’s America (Random House). Her most
recent collection of columns is Who Let the Dogs In? Incredible Political
Animals I Have Known (Random House).
E-mail: liberties@nytimes.com
MORAL
STANDARDS: UNDER ASSAULT, BUT HOLDING THEIR OWN
Nicollette Sheridan in a towel; raunchy lyrics on the radio; violence, skin and
bad language in nearly every film -- it's no wonder Americans feel the
entertainment industry is putting in overtime doing the devil's work. A recent
New York Times/CBS News poll found that 70 percent of us fear that "popular
culture -- that is, television, movies and music -- is lowering the moral
standards in this country."
But if that's what the purveyors of trash are attempting, they're doing a very
poor job of it. The curious experience of recent years is that the more
blood-letting and debauchery we're exposed to in mass media, the less inclined
we are to emulate it. It's as though vicarious sin is an adequate substitute for
the real thing. Our entertainment may be sinking lower, but our moral standards
keep rising in spite of it.
In fact, anyone trying to prove that we're succumbing to bad influences would
have trouble filling a thimble with evidence. In 1994, conservative moralist
William J. Bennett published a book, "The Index of Leading Cultural Indicators,"
noting an array of alarming trends and warning of impending doom. "Unless these
exploding social pathologies are reversed," declared Bennett, "they will lead to
the decline and perhaps even to the fall of the American republic."
Well, he's been proven right in a sense -- most of those pathologies were
reversed, and the republic didn't fall. But social conservatives rarely
publicize the progress we've made. As a result, many Americans mistakenly assume
that we are going to hell on a fast freight.
One of the most vicious and destructive social ills is crime. In the late 1980s,
with the rise of crack, it appeared to be spinning out of control. But in the
last decade, the crime wave has moved toward low tide. Since peaking in 1991,
the murder rate has plunged by 43 percent. The rate for all violent crimes has
fallen by 29 percent. Ditto for property crimes like burglary and theft.
You'd think all the canoodling onscreen would overstimulate carnal appetites,
particularly among the young and hormonal. But all the data suggest it works
more like a cold shower. Among teenagers, for example, the federal Centers for
Disease Control report that since 1991, "HIV infection, other
sexually-transmitted diseases and unintended pregnancy have decreased among high
school students nationwide." Out-of-wedlock births among teens are down as well.
Among women in general, unintended pregnancies have become less common. That's
one reason the abortion rate, which was already on the decline, continued to
fall during the 1990s. Although there have been some claims that it has risen
since 2001, the Alan Guttmacher Institute, which specializes in reproductive
health research, says the data are too sketchy at this point to know whether
anything has changed.
Nor does all the racy fare seem to weaken marriage as an institution. The
divorce rate has been slowly falling since the early 1980s, including a 16
percent decline in the last decade. Birth rates among unmarried women have been
stable.
How about other vices? Alcohol consumption is on the wane, along with tobacco
use. Drunk driving deaths last year hit their lowest level since 1999. A rare
exception is illicit drug use, which has risen.
From all this data, you might get the idea that people take what they see and
hear as a guide -- to what not to do. As it happens, there's other
evidence for that proposition. In the Bible Belt, people tend to be more
religious, which would be expected to foster more upright conduct. But the
expectation proves unfounded.
In 2002, most of the states with the highest divorce rates (after perennial
champion Nevada) were conservative and Southern -- such as Arkansas, Alabama and
Kentucky. The state with the lowest rate of marital dissolution? Massachusetts,
home of John Kerry and hotbed of secular liberalism.
How do we explain the overall paradox? Maybe endless
exposure to racy or violent entertainment really does reduce the need for people
to seek out such thrills in real life. Maybe openness about sex, drinking and
other risky pleasures fosters more communication, which in turn leads to better
decision-making. Maybe when we trust individuals with the freedom to make their
own choices, they become more responsible rather than less.
In any event, we do know that however tasteless and degrading our entertainment
may be, we can enjoy it (or not) without letting it rule our lives. Our moral
standards may be under attack, but they seem to be big enough to take care of
themselves.
To find out more about Steve Chapman and read features by other Creators
Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit the Creators Syndicate web page at
www.creators.com.
BE A HERO ON 805 PERCENT A YEAR
by Alexander Cockburn
The president went to Camp Pendleton, togged up in his nice, new USMC tanker
jacket with “Commander in Chief” sewn on the front. He got a gentler reception
than his defense secretary received the same day a few thousand miles further
east, in Camp Buehring, Kuwait.
As reported by AP's Robert Burns, Army Spc. Thomas Wilson of the 278th
Regimental Combat Team (which is mostly made up of people from the Tennessee
Army National Guard), asked Rumsfeld why "do we soldiers have to dig through
local landfills for pieces of scrapmetal and compromised ballistic glass to
uparmor our vehicles?" The question got an ovation from the approximately 2,300
soldiers mustered for Rumsfeld's visit.
Flustered, the Defense Secretary got Wilson to repeat his question, then
answered, "You go to war with the Army you have," and "You can have all the
armor in the world on a tank, and it can (still) be blown up."
No one in Camp Pendleton belabored the commander in chief with so sharp a query
as he thanked soldiers and families separated during the holidays. But there's
no shortage of reports about the anger over long deployments, as well as the
steady toll of dead and wounded. To date, 269 of the Marines based at Camp
Pendleton have been killed in Iraq and many more wounded.
Bush lauded groups aiding families at the base, including a Camp Pendleton
nurse, Karen Gunther, who, with other Marine families, started the Injured
Marine Semper Fi Fund to raise cash for families in financial trouble. He urged
Americans to go to the Web site www.AmericaSupportsYou.mil to offer support and
donations.
Charity's not going to solve a problem that jumps straight out of the pork
barrel priorities of the defense budget. Money sluices into the treasuries of
defense contractors making those poorly armored tanks. Meanwhile, an E-2 level
Marine gets $1,337.70 a month. Married, this Marine gets a monthly housing
allowance of $460.50 a month, unmarried, $289.20.
I was down in Oceanside, Calif., the town just south of Camp Pendleton, earlier
this year, and as I pointed out then, you don't have to drive more than a couple
of blocks through Oceanside's main drag before the economic realities underlying
military upkeep of the American Empire become apparent. On the south side of the
4000 block on Pacific Coast Highway is a colorful storefront with two big signs
shouting "We Support Our Troops" and "Welcome Home Heroes." But the biggest sign
of all says "PAYDAY ADVANCE." On the other side of the road there's a pawnshop,
one of several in Oceanside, and there are several other storefronts offering
advance loans for Marines who can't make it to the end of the month.
"Being poor in America," I wrote, " a reality for millions who might once have
called themselves middle class, means having to face debts each month, without
any decent financial services and hence dealing with interest rates of around 20
percent."
Not long after, I got a politely instructive note from Carol Hammerstein of the
Center for Responsible Lending. It's not a matter of 20 percent interest rates,
Ms. Hammerstein pointed out. "While this may be true of predatory mortgage
lending, the rates are actually much, much higher for small consumer loans. For
instance, payday lenders actually charge fees of about $15 to $20 per $100
borrowed. Because their loan terms are very short, usually two weeks, and they
generally do not accept partial payments (by design), their annual interest
rates actually start at about 400 percent and can exceed 1,000 percent."
Payday borrowers mostly have no idea what they're getting into. On the customer
disclosure form the annual interest rate won't carry a percentage sign. Just a
number, like 805. A payday lending business plan, cited by Ms. Hammerstein,
advises: "Remember, in your response to clients' questions regarding your fees
[say], ‘We charge $15 per $100 advanced.' Sounds like 15 percent, but in
reality, since it is an eight-day loan, the true annual percentage is 805
percent."
So the borrowers get caught, paying fees for no new money, week after week. Ms.
Hammerstein says her Center has found that payday lending is almost never for
that one emergency stopgap loan. The payday lending business model is based on
developing these lethal borrowing patterns. Ninety percent of all payday loans
go to borrowers with five or more loans in a single year.
The Armed Forces recruiters target poor neighborhoods. The payday lenders target
the Armed Forces. At Fort Bliss in Texas, Paul Fain wrote earlier this year in
Military Money, the Army Emergency Relief office estimated nearly one-tenth of
the 10,000 active duty troops stationed there have had to undergo credit
counseling because of payday loans and other debt problems." Young soldiers and
sailors, Fain went on, "are the perfect marks for payday lenders for reasons
beyond financial naivete. Though they often live paycheck to paycheck, military
personnel are paid regularly, never get laid off and face penalties for failing
to repay debts."
Back to Oceanside. The enlisted servicemen and women hock stuff in the pawnshops
and borrow against payday. The generals and the contractors buy up beach
property and own stock in the institutions that bankroll the pawnshops. The
military coming home from the war face rotten prospects in the service economy.
The president was smart to make it a quick visit to Camp Pendleton. If, like
Henry V in Shakespeare's play, he'd moved among the Marines in disguise and
listened to their worries, he'd have had a rude surprise. But in the fake world
of TV news PR, "heroes" aren't racked with worries like an 805 percent annual
interest rate.
Footnote: Just so you know, Military Money calculated that if you borrow $200
for two weeks from the bank under your overdraft protection, you probably pay
$235, which translates into an annual rate of 456 percent, 65 percent more than
the payday loan rate for the same sum. Payday lenders aren't the only sharks in
the water, and sometimes they're the only sharks prepared to lend to the small
fry.
MOLLY IVINS
AUSTIN -- Two extraordinary books make brilliant companion pieces about one of
the most disturbing and politically and morally troubling crises in our country.
Inner-city poverty is one of those subjects about which too many of us think we
already know as much as we need to know.
Minds made up, smug assumptions intact, pat solutions and platitudes --
"bootstraps," "enterprise zones," "responsibility," "teen pregnancy," "school
vouchers" -- endless bromides. "Rosa Lee: A Mother and Her Family in Urban
America" by Leon Dash, who won the Pulitzer Prize for the series on which the
book is based, and "When Work Disappears: The World of the New Urban Poor" by
the distinguished sociologist William Julius Wilson take completely different
approaches to the same story.
It is hard to think of more radically different perspectives: Dash's book is, as
they say, up close and personal, the in-your-face story of one three-generation
welfare family. Wilson's book provides the consoling perspective of social
science; and yet, with its relentless accumulation of fact, it is in its way the
more horrifying of the two books. But because Dash's book is essentially
reportage on a hideous situation, in the end, Wilson's book -- with its careful,
nuanced, scholarly arguments -- is the more hopeful of the two.
He sees solutions that are critical for all of us, not just for poor blacks in
inner cities. "The problems of joblessness and social dislocation in the inner
city are, in part, related to the processes in the global economy that have
contributed to greater inequality and insecurity among American workers in
general and to the failure of U.S. social policies to adjust to these processes.
It is therefore myopic to view the problems of jobless ghettos as if they were
separate from those that plague the larger society."
Wilson -- like Mickey Kaus and others who study the inner city -- believes that
JOBS are the single most important answer to the socio-pathologies of the
ghetto. The ludicrous insanity of telling people on welfare to go out and get a
job when they live in areas where every entry-level job has applicants stacked
up 10 and 15 deep is something that only Newt Gingrich's Congress could have
come up with. In this arid campaign year, devoted to the problems of "soccer
moms," Wilson's deep analysis of the problems that paralyze the ghetto -- and
increasingly the rest of America as well -- is as welcome as a slow, soakin'
3-inch rain on a parched prairie.
The story of Rosa Lee Cunningham, her eight children and numerous grandchildren,
is a tour de force of a different kind. You want to shake her, you want to
scream at her, but most of all, you care about her. Not to coin a phrase, but I
couldn't put the book down.
No noble, downtrodden victims in this book -- hard-core hell-raisers, people
rippin' off the system (not to mention every department store in downtown D.C.),
crime, drugs, prostitution, AIDS -- what a mess. When "Mr. Dash," as Rosa Lee
always called him, first ran this story in The Washington Post, a lot of
middle-class black folks objected -- said it was reinforcing stereotypes, why
not write about the success stories, etc. Well, because the success stories
aren't the problem. I suppose those who think "values" are the answer to
everything could find some reinforcement from this book. But I think that more
perceptive readers will find much more.
Wilson's point about jobs is only indirectly reinforced. The institutional
failure that I find most striking in this story is that of the public schools.
Not only was Rosa Lee Cunningham illiterate, but so are most of her children.
Her whole life centered on her children (and later heroin), so Rosa Lee's slow,
hurting realization of how badly she had neglected their education is one of the
most painful parts of the book.
"Mr. Dash" also focuses on the two of Rosa Lee's eight children who made it out
of the ghetto -- both sons. And here all the sociological studies fall away and
the mysteries of human development and luck come into play. In both cases, the
answer was simple: Somebody helped. A wonderful teacher, a persistent social
worker -- somebody was there for those two kids at a time when it made a big
difference, in early adolescence. The most surprising part of Rosa Lee's story
to me was how she herself was shaped: her family's caste and class in rural
North Carolina, the source of her own mother's rigid, angry tungsten-toughness
-- all that might have been in her life.
It has been said that the trouble with liberals is that we are hopelessly
nonjudgmental, unable to say, "You are bad." But I do not see how it helps to
demonize or dehumanize Rosa Lee Cunningham. It seems to me that we lose
washingtonpost.com
Failing Haiti
Saturday, December 11, 2004; Page A22
ROGER F. NORIEGA, the assistant secretary of state with responsibility for
the Caribbean region, takes umbrage at suggestions that the United States has
been quicker to send troops into Haiti than to alleviate its appalling poverty.
"Nothing could be further from the truth," Mr. Noriega huffed last month in a
letter to the St. Petersburg Times. Mr. Noriega goes on to describe the lavish
infusions of U.S. aid to Haiti over the past decade -- most of it before the
Bush administration took office. He does not mention the Haitian Economic
Recovery Opportunity Act, known as HERO, a trade bill that could have provided
tens of thousands of jobs in the country's textile sector. Perhaps that's
because his administration let the bill die quietly in Congress without lifting
a finger to help.
In Haiti, the hemisphere's poorest nation, there are precious few economic
openings that hold the promise of relatively quick and meaningful improvements
in people's lives. The struggling textile industry is one of them. HERO would
have provided some duty-free access to U.S. markets for low-priced T-shirts,
shorts and sweatshirts assembled in Haiti using foreign fabric. Allowing cheap
fabric imported from anywhere was a heady inducement for investors not otherwise
eager to do business given Haiti's poverty and political chaos; without it,
apparel makers would take their business elsewhere, probably to Asia. And a
small trade preference in U.S. markets would go a long way: Duty-free access to
3 percent of the U.S. market would support 100,000 jobs in Haiti, according to
some estimates.
Under pressure from textile-producing Southern states and their
representatives in Congress, the bill was watered down in the House. But even
that modest helping hand for Haiti was too much for two Southern Republicans,
Sen. Elizabeth Dole of North Carolina and Sen. Jeff Sessions of Alabama, who
blocked a vote in the Senate, although as past president of the American Red
Cross, Mrs. Dole might have been expected to grasp a thing or two about jobs and
relief for desperately needy people.
Faced with the expiration of a quota system for textile imports at the end of
this year, many countries are requesting preferential access to U.S. markets.
But Haiti is in a category of its own. Its destitution is staggering. The United
States has sent troops there twice in the past decade, each time pledging a
renewed commitment to help lift Haiti's sputtering economy. And Haiti's crises
have a way of washing up on U.S. shores. Yet when presented with an opportunity
to help create jobs and lift living standards in Haiti, the Bush administration
took a powder.
© 2004 The Washington Post Company

In These Times
December 13, 2004
WHY THE VIETNAM WAR STILL MATTERS
BY JACKSON LEARS; JACKSON LEARS is editor of Raritan and author, most recently,
of Something for Nothing: Luck in America (Viking/Penguin).
GEORGE BUSH'S VICTORY IN 2004 signified the triumph of lies. Some of the least
examined lies involved the history of the Vietnam War. In their attacks on
Kerry's antiwar dissent, Bush and his Swift Boat allies advanced a right-wing
narrative of the Vietnam War -- a narrative that legitimated current
administration policy in Iraq. Popular acceptance of this story required
widespread ignorance of what actually happened in our recent past. The diffuse
but undeniable influence of the Swift Boat slanders was a symptom of the
collective amnesia that threatens democratic debate in the contemporary United
States.
"The struggle of man against power," the Czech novelist Milan Kundera wrote, "is
the struggle of memory against forgetting." During the 20th Century, control
over public perceptions of the past has become an essential strategy for the
maintenance of state power. Kundera opened The Book of Laughter and Forgetting
by recalling the disappearance of a Communist leader from official photographs
after he had been charged with treason and hanged. Anyone who had questioned the
regime's legitimacy could simply be airbrushed out of history. Our postmodern
media managers are subtler, but in reshaping the public memory of the Vietnam
War they have accomplished something even more impressive. They have erased the
experience of an entire generation.
Since the rise of Ronald Reagan, right-wing journalists and intellectuals have
been successfully selling a fictional explanation for American defeat in
Vietnam. It is a variant of the "stab in the back" story concocted by German
nationalists after their defeat in World War I. The American mission in Vietnam,
from the post-Reagan view, was a "noble cause" done in by cowardly campus
radicals and their allies in the "liberal media," whose combined pressure on
politicians forced the military to fight "with one hand tied behind its back."
During the last 25 years, this rightist fairy tale has seeped into our popular
culture -- in the regularly scheduled rants of talk-radio and cable-television
hosts, in films from Rambo to Forrest Gump, and in the rhetoric of politicians
in both parties. By the '90s, even liberals were too cowed by this bizarre
account of the Vietnam War to recall the actual events of that era.
Yet for a moment in July, on the last night of the Democratic Convention, it
seemed as if one major party, at least, might finally be remembering the truth
about the Vietnam War. In different ways, Max Cleland and John Kerry made the
same larger point: Despite having volunteered for the war, many veterans came to
see it as a catastrophic mistake, sustained by systematic mendacity. Opposition
to this war was a patriotic service. For a moment that night in July, as Cleland
and Kerry recalled their commitment and disillusionment, it looked as if our
politicians might finally be coming to grips with the real meanings of the
American misadventure in Vietnam.
But that hopeful assumption underestimated the tenacity of the right-wing
narrative, as well as its centrality to contemporary Republican strategy. The
Orwellian Swift Boat Veterans for Truth burst on to the post-convention scene,
telling big lies and sowing big doubts about Kerry's medals. In a predictable
display of phony "evenhandedness," the national media gave the Swift Boat
charges equal time with Kerry's defense, as if lies and truth deserved an even
break from a responsible press.
The Swift Boat Veterans embraced the "stab in the back" story of defeat in
Vietnam. They were enraged that Kerry told the truth about the Vietnam War, as
he did in his testimony to Congress in 1971 when he reported the results of the
Winter Soldier Investigation. At this investigation, he testified, "over 150
honorably discharged, many highly decorated veterans" acknowledged their common
participation in acts that could be characterized as atrocities or even war
crimes. These men courageously questioned their own conduct, and demanded to
know how their government had placed them in conditions that encouraged or even
required that conduct. They spoke for themselves and their comrades, those who
had died as well as those who lay helpless in veterans' hospitals, forgotten by
the prating politicians who publicly claimed to exalt them.
The young Kerry was clear about who was responsible for this disaster. He asked:
"Where are the leaders of our country? . . . Where are they now that we, the men
they sent off to war, have returned? These are the commanders who have deserted
their troops . . . These men have left all the casualties and retreated behind a
pious shield of public rectitude."
This testimony is simply inadmissible to the sanitized story of the Vietnam War
that dominates contemporary politics. The Swift Boat Veterans professed outrage
at the very notion that any Americans might have committed atrocities in
Vietnam. By focusing on ordinary soldiers and leaving policymakers out of the
picture, they avoided the larger meanings of that capacious word, "atrocity" --
the carpet bombing, the free fire zones, the use of Napalm and Agent Orange --
all the government strategies sanctioned by the highest military and civilian
authority. Faith in American virtue remained intact, and the erasure of
collective memory was stunning. About the time of the first debate, a headline
in the Village Voice read: "Kerry Was Right: New Evidence of Vietnam
Atrocities." As if Kerry needed "new evidence" to confirm his own experience and
the experience of his contemporaries! Well, apparently he did.
In contrast to the media legitimation of the Swift Boat Veterans' lies, consider
the discrediting of the essentially accurate CBS report on Bush's National Guard
service. The truth about Bush's service -- or lack of it -- disappeared beneath
a fog of charges and countercharges regarding the authenticity of several
letters written by Bush's commanding officer, Lt. Col. Jerry Killian. No matter
that the colonel's secretary confirmed the substance of the documents (while
asserting that she herself had not typed them). No matter that the former
lieutenant governor of Texas, Ben Barnes, admitted publicly that he was
"ashamed" of securing preferential treatment for Bush and other wealthy,
well-connected young men. The letters could not be authenticated, and that
became the story.
The problem here was not that Bush evaded the draft or even that he did so by
benefiting from economic privilege. No one should have to apologize for avoiding
that vile war by any means necessary. The problem was that his behavior
epitomized the hypocrisy of the draft-dodging hawk. Like most of his
administration, Bush vigorously supported the war while even more vigorously
trying to evade it, and ever since his entry into presidential politics his
handlers have concealed their candidate's spotty military record while
outfitting him in military costumes and posing him as a courageous commander in
chief, brimming with "resolve." He became the quintessential postmodern patriot,
for whom the appearance of bravery and command is more important than the
actuality.
The acquiescence of the national media allowed this pose to work. The
draft-dodging hawks embodied heroic leadership, while his opponent was
"perceived" (we were told) as indecisive and weak -- this man who courageously
volunteered for combat, then came home and courageously criticized the insane
policies he had seen on the ground in Vietnam. One does not have to be an
uncritical fan of Kerry to feel outrage at the injustice done to him. Under the
barrage of Republican disinformation, his noblest moments became the seed of his
undoing. No wonder so many of us, when we encountered the national media
coverage of this campaign, felt that we had entered an "Alice in Wonderland"
world, as the novelist and Vietnam veteran Tim O'Brien said of the Swift Boat
controversy -- a world where factual evidence was ignored, common-sense
perceptions of reality were reversed, and history was refashioned to meet the
needs of those in power.
The consequences for contemporary politics cannot be overestimated. Refusal to
come to grips with our defeat in Vietnam -- to reflect on the hazards of a
morally charged hubris -- lies at the core of our current misadventures abroad.
Bush's advisers came of age in the shadow of that defeat, determined to deny its
significance by reasserting imperial power on a grand scale, just as German
nationalists had longed to do in the wake of World War I. That dream of national
regeneration, combined with our collective amnesia, lets the Bush administration
ignore the growing parallels between the failed policy in Iraq and the failed
precedent in Vietnam: the millenarian fantasies used to justify the war; the
ignorance of local culture and custom; the reiteration of empty platitudes as
chaos looms; the fetish of "free elections;" the soldiers trapped in an
impossible assignment -- as vulnerable to local hostility as any Western army of
occupation has ever been, in any country with a history of colonial domination.
The most important parallel is the government's inability to tell the truth
about the war. The lie at the center of the right-wing Vietnam narrative -- the
stab-in-the back story -- was central to Bush's campaign strategy, and continues
to underwrite support for his war in Iraq. The belief (against all evidence)
that the troops in Vietnam were somehow betrayed by the antiwar movement, rather
than by the men who sent them there, remains a powerful rhetorical weapon. It
allows Bush and his handlers to equate criticism of government policy with
treason -- or at best with a failure to "support our troops." The persistence of
this twisted logic underscores the continuing relevance of the young John
Kerry's charge: that the people who have truly abandoned our troops are the
policymakers who sent them on a fool's errand under cover of false claims, and
then "retreated behind a pious shield of public rectitude."
They've done it again. That is why the Vietnam War still matters. |