Walking the Tightrope

The moment I laid eyes on the above photograph in a flea market stall I knew that I would be having a conversation with it for some time to come.  A young woman survives the war and then, the embers of her city still glowing in the ruins, risks her life to walk a tightrope.  The image jumped off the auction catalogue cover on which it appeared.  It had been chosen from a collection of photographs being sold by a European auction house.  When I picked up the catalogue sitting atop a stack of other magazines and looked into it, I was rather surprised to find that it bore no title or attribution; only the single word "ANONYM."  I paid the vendor and left feeling that my purchase of the large, glossy version of the photo serving as the catalogue's cover was one of the best ten dollar bills I had ever spent. It is now framed and hanging in a place where I can look at it every day.

The photograph appears to have been taken amid the ruins of Berlin a short time after the Red Army had entered the city.  I can only speculate.  I might speculate even further that it was taken by the same photographer who took what I have always considered one of the most compelling photographs taken during World War II, Yevgeny Khaldei's image of a soldier raising the Red Flag over the conquered city.  The two photos seem to share common artistic values, if not a common message.



I cannot be sure that Khaldei is ANONYM, but given the touchy relationship between Stalin and many Soviet artists, it would not be surprising if a Russian creator of an image bearing so open-ended a message as the woman on a tightrope at the end of the war might wish to remain anonymous.  (When I googled to recall the Khaldei's name, I discoverd that Stalin's all-seeing eye noted that the soldier reaching up to the flag raiser was wearing a wrist watch on both of his wrists.  Fearing that it would send out an impression of Red soldiers as looters, Stalin is said to have had the photograph doctored to eliminate one of the watches.)  I find that as I get older, I am stripped of one romantic illusion after another.  Following that tidbit found on the internet, I will never look at the image again without a certain twinge.

(http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-564643/How-iconic-photo-Russians-raising-flag-burning-Berlin-airbrushed-save-soldier-Stalins-rage.html)
     
More of Khaldei's image later.  Let us return to the lady on the tightrope.  That the image may serve as a metaphor is obvious.  Less obvious is precisely what it is that is metaphorically represented.  A beautiful young woman--blonde, shapely, wearing a simple blouse and an apron over her tights--precariously ventures out over a world in ruins, a scattered crowd of observers looking up at her from the streets below.  The ruins may be the remains of Berlin, but they could just as easily be the ruins of countless other cities throughout Europe devastated by aerial bombardment--a tactic used with equal enthusiasm and barbarism by both the Allies and the Axis forces.  The woman--a kind of everyman and woman--having beaten the odds and survived the bombing--now tests fate partly out of an expression of her own free will, partly driven to do so to survive the peace, to put food on her kitchen table, clad in the very apron she wears on the high wire.  Or is it rather that she is driven by the need to express her art, to...in spite of all that had occurred, to feel alive?

As it turned out, we would all be walking a tightrope in the aftermath of the second Great War of the twentieth century, the second "war to end all wars".  In the final analysis, what had two world wars--costing over a 100 million lives--ultimately resolved?  Even more fundamentally, why had those wars been fought?  My thoughts turned to the events surrounding the demise of the Soviet Union in the closing decades of the twentieth century, less than fifty years after the end of the Great Patriotic War.  On the front pages of the New York Times, R.W. Apple described the unfolding events as the most significant since the European revolutions of 1848.  Alexander Solzhenitsyn's front page piece in the Times soon upped the ante; he was quoted as seeing the events as the most important since the French Revolution of 1789, which had taken place, amazingly, exactly 200 years before.  From the Olympian heights of the farm in Vermont where he had taken refuge from his homeland, Solzhenitsyn went on to declaim that the revolutionary ideals of liberty, equality and fraternity had been proven to be irreconcilable.

Next:  "The Line in the Sand"

More Weapons of Mass Distraction

Here we are on the eve of a possible, hourly looking more probable default by the U.S. government.  This is not feckless little Greece with one eye on Germany awaiting salvation; this is the (tiresome phrase) the world's sole superpower about to go under.  The U.S. has no Master Race to the North to look to; we are king of the mountain.  This morning (about five a.m.) I found myself posting this to the New York Times in response to one of Tom Friedman's minderbender pieces ("Sorry Kids, We Ate It All"):

"Seniors, Wall Street and unions.."

The post-Reagan American Plan: Decimate the union movement, keep the wages of the average worker stagnant to diminished, deregulate the financial sector, embed hidden inflation to artificially keep inflation low, favor the corporations. The post-Panic of 2008 Global Plan: After greed, institutionalized corruption and outright bungling lead a newly laissez-faire capitalist system into the greatest financial crisis in history, look to the average man and woman here  and throughout the globalized (flat Earth?) economy led by the U.S. to refinance the enormous debt and credit obligations that accumulated. In pursuit of the latter plan, have shameless journalists blame seniors and the few unions left for the mess, archly including Wall Street in their list of demons so they don't look completely detached from reality.

      I know.  Why do I bother?  The truth is I find it a bit therapeutic to vent in the Times.  (I'm a little disturbed right now because of my own financial decisions.  Sold my supposedly solid gold Berkshire Hathaway stock in anticipation of a crash--my hoped for hedge against inflation in a financial world that gives .0001% interest on savings.)  Then, when I had time to read what I had written and reflect on it a bit, I said to my self-satisfied self, "Self, how right you are!"  This led to further thoughts on the subject, admittedly, just speculation.  Remember that half a quadrillion dollars in debt (only nominal valuation we were assured--whatever consolation you want to take from that...) that was out there in the economic cosmos in the aftermath of 2008?  These jokers pull out the hair on their Congressional barber shop coiffed heads about a mere thirteen or so trillion in debt while their own debt makes $13,000,000,000,000 dollars look like chump change.  Let's see.  Only 467 trillion more to go.  They are not going to reach into their own deep pockets to bail themselves out--after all the DNA of the capitalist compels him to accumulate as much wealth as possible and then hold onto it through thick and thin--so they use every nefarious device their Wharton-trained wunderkinds can come up with to save their skins.   And although they spent thirty or forty years squeezing the little guys and gals, this is still the richest country in the world, so...let's squeeze them some more.   It's all so perfect.  Put a clueless Black Harvard graduate in the White House and let him take the fall.  Make it more interesting by creating the impression that it is those Dixiecrats from Texas and other such benighted zones in the homeland or the Tea Party that are to blame.  Just so long as you don't go knocking on the doors of Poor Old David Rockefeller and his pals for any contributions.

      Have you noticed how you are being nickeled and dimed to death by just about everyone in a position to squeeze a few pennies more out of you?  Prices of food, gasoline, just about everything go up and up (no inflation, remember), utilities and cable companies, banks and credit card issuers (in spite of Elizabeth Warren's tears) all more mercenary than ever, acting like pit bulls grabbing you by the neck and then slowly taking in more and more of your throat until you suffocate?  Why, they are behaving so desperately it's almost enough to make you feel sorry for them.  Almost.  It's almost enough to make you feel guilty accepting your social security check.  Gee, I guess they need it more than I do. I still have a few extra bucks.  Take it.  Please take it.  Let me help you refinance.  The over 40 million of our poor brothers and sisters can always serve Cheerios for dinner and the fat middle class can spread out visits to the dentist--or the cardiologist.  If there is another stock market crash like the last one that saw the Dow lose half of its value in a matter of weeks, it'll be one great buying opportunity.  We're all going to get richer!

Guest Contribution: A Word from Ike

"Class Doorfare"

     http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/manhattan/class_doorfare_ZIEobiEylc8G1uQAcLZn1O

Credit must first of all go to the New York Post both for the title of this blog and the above graphic.  (Almost needless to add, no such coverage could be found in our alleged newspaper of record.)  Readers may find the complete article at the above link. 

It would be hilarious if it were not so outrageous a sign of what has happened to our society.  A developer of luxury housing, itself the beneficiary of socialism for the rich*, is given the obligation to put aside a number of apartments for those qualifying for so-called affordable housing.  The decision is thus made that one way to ameliorate the impact of having his toney clientele forced to rub shoulders with the poor, is to segregate the two groups.  Perhaps as well as "poor door" and "rich door," the developer could carve in stone above the respective thresholds, "Haves" and "Have Nots" or "One Percenters" and "Ninety-nine Percenters."  We might then further compel the have-nots to wear arm bands emblazoned with a yellow "P" for Poor.

A diseased system generates fractals of its basic pattern.  This is just one such fractal, but we are surrounded by countless examples here in New York City.  After years of Bloombergian rule, it is no surprise that the developer Extell might feel it could get away with its scheme to shield worthier tenants from the unwashed (whose presence granted the company air rights and tax breaks).  Twelve years of rule by the current mayor, (who, with an estimated 27 billion dollars in net worth, is said to be the seventh richest man in America), have once and for all proven the homespun theory that putting a rich man in office guarantees that he will be incorruptible.  Yes, because it is he and others of his class who do the corrupting, brothers and sisters.  Many New York City residents, like most Americans, raised to dream of unheard of riches for themselves, are now actually dreading the prospect of losing Michael Bloomberg with a trepidation only comparable to that which a nervous child fears the loss of a parent. 

The internet version of the Sunday New York Times published an interactive graphic chronicling the enormous number of buildings erected during the mayor's tenure.  Not just in Manhattan, but in Downtown Brooklyn, Williamsburgh and Long Island City, we see evidence of the building boom the city has experienced, or, depending on one's point of view, endured.  The richest city in the world was largely sheltered from what hundreds of other American cities experienced in the aftermath of the 2008 crash, and there are no doubt those who will argue that this was in no small measure due to the sweetheart deals the mayor made with his cronies.  There can be equally little doubt that the boom brought millions of dollars into the city.  Some may even argue that given what the mayor has done in this regard, his essentially destructive redesigning of the city's streets and thoroughfares, largely out of a vendetta against drivers from the outer boroughs who refused to give him his congestion pricing, was a small price to pay. 

With regard to the vast majority of New Yorkers, its working class and its poor, the picture is quite different.  His attempt to give the city a world class school system, albeit a noble goal, has proven a disaster.  Not only has he made it more difficult and expensive to drive a car in the city, he has made almost no efforts to improve the public transportation that would induce citizens to leave their cars at home.  In fact, we have seen only cutbacks and increased fares, a virtual tax on the poor and working classes. Hospitals have been closed, money diverted from education for (no more effective) charter schools, decaying infrastructure largely ignored while the patrician in City Hall wages campaigns for more trees, smaller sodas and (for his purposes)conveniently street-crowding blue bicycle rental locations.  Like his brethren on the Republican right, the very word public is anathema.  After all, if he could amass a private fortune, what is your excuse?

The one consolation in all this is that, with the exception of Republican candidate Castimatidis, most of the candidates for mayor have not been blessed with assets in the billions.  Unless, of course, Mike decides that he can't let go and forces through the end of term limits in the City Council.  Certainly, Christine Quinn could take time off from her campaign to shepherd the measure through.

*Extell is also seeking a controversial 421a exemption — a tax break given to developers who include affordable housing in their market-rate buildings.

In October, The Post reported that five of the luxury firm’s towers cost the city $21.8 million in tax revenue in their first year alone.

Together, the buildings paid just $567,337 in annual taxes. Without the 421a program, they would have paid the city $22 million, according to appraisal firm Miller Samuel Inc.

---"Upper West Side condo has separate entrances for the rich and the poor."  by Kate Briquelet.  New York Post,    August 18, 2013.

 

Huma Weiner is an Abused Woman

It is hard to describe my reaction to Anthony Weiner's decision to stay in the mayoral race following the latest disclosures about his capers on the internet.  Cynical laughter?  Shock? Disgust?  Is there some appropriate reaction to this kind of thing?  The man certainly had liberal credentials, and that made all the more tragic the earlier revelations about his indiscretions, if not character.  But there were indications that Weiner was unstable even before the sex scandal erupted.  His outburst on the floor of the House clearly showed us that this was a man who has trouble reining in various of his emotions.



When he announced that he was throwing his hat in the ring in the New York City mayoral race, I, like many others desperate for an alternative to the current roster of candidates, was willing to hold my nose and hope that he might prevail.  But the latest revelations are clearly too much, and, everyone except Anthony Weiner seems to know it.  His latest crime, however, is not his inability to control his libido, it is his abuse of his wife, Huma.  There was much speculation in the media--everywhere from NPR to the tabloid outlets about how Huma really felt.   I don't think we need do much head-scratching about this.  The woman clearly appeared alongside her troubled husband under duress.  Granted that only the two of them know for sure what took place after the recent story was splashed all over the headlines, but can we not be fairly certain that Huma was embarrassed, humiliated, disappointed, distraught?  She can't even hold her head up before the cameras.  The finger-pointing maniac who inhabited Weiner's body in the most public forum of congress, armed as he is by an undeniable intellect and a debater's skill, must have used some interesting arguments over the kitchen table to get his wife to stand by his side this time around.  She came, but she clearly would have preferred to be just about anyplace else on the planet.  Were we the fly on the wall in the Weiner kitchen as Anthony made his case to his bride and the mother of his child, is it not possible that his importunings would look like nothing other than psychological abuse?   If Huma's body language is any indication, abuse seems not just possible, but likely.

Yet, the wags wag on about whether or not Huma is an enabler, or the appropriate response of a political wife.  From this writer's point of view, Huma Weiner should seek a protective shelter from a husband who is clearly out of control, and all those alleged journalists and seekers after truth should be calling out the alarm.  Politics in this country has become more disgraceful than ever, but at least its games should be restricted to consenting adults.

The New Oxymoron: The Middle Class American Worker

For a brief historical moment, it seems, American workers could lead the proverbial "life of Riley."  Unlike his shirt and tie television series cohorts, Ralph worked at "the plant," but nevertheless managed to maintain a home in the suburbs and a decent life style.  The millions of unemployed and underemployed across America should by now be getting the message.  There used to be a certain amount of hair-splitting over what actually allowed one to be considered middle class.  Was Riley a member of the middle class or the working class?  Though once at least a bit blurred, what is now coming into painfully sharp focus is that anyone who actually works for a living, that is, gets a wage for anything other than white collar efforts can forget about joining the "bourgeoisie".  The great seer of the new world order is Tom Friedman who has found endless ways of expressing the same message in his books and in his New York Times column.  Whether, on his flat Earth, you are an impoverished woman living in a developing country or an American college graduate looking for work, you need to recreate yourself, make yourself useful, cast yourself in the role of entrepreneur, reach deep down into your creative juices and find some way to house, feed and clothe yourself without being in someone else's employ.  Since a world entirely inhabited by creative entrepreneurs would leave no one to do a lot of what society needs to get done unattended, Friedman has essentially made mere workers into an untouchable class, living beyond the castle moat, losers.  And don't even think about going to the union hall looking for assistance.  There is no union hall.  While the capital city of the UAW (United Auto Workers) declares bankruptcy, thousands of non-union auto workers at the plants in our majestic Southland are busily assembling Japanese and American cars.  Not so good wages, not so good health plans, no pensions, no grievance procedures, no unions, but, gee, at least they have jobs.   Organize?  Go on strike?  Just try it, sister, and your work station will be outsourced to Indonesia.  It's just a matter of time in any case.  We really don't need you anymore.  It would be better if you didn't exist at all.

Didn't Happen That Way

Didn't Happen That Way       

All the stories that once took my breath away,

turns out,
didn't happen that way.
All my heroes and heroines,
apart from the flames that burned within,
placed there by forces completely beyond their control,
bore those flames in vessels
much like my own or truth be told-
a lot worse.

Were I to live a lot longer,

how much of what I once saw
as beautiful or noble or enviable
would remain
to comfort and inspire me?

Just the pastel clouds hanging high

in blue or gray skies too high to touch,
just the gelatinous waters
always beyond quenching
my merely human thirst
keep their power to move me.

Like Cyclops poking a finger into

the cave, the name of the
hero I seek echoes out, "Noman!"

Word Alert!

"Preventative" is not a word.  It is one of the classic barbarisms.  The word is preventive.

This has not stopped preventative from spreading like a plague.

Boston Massacre

Along with my fellow Americans, I reacted with horror at the prospect of so many innocents losing life and limb in the terrorist attack that took place yesterday afternoon at the Boston marathon.  I awoke this morning feeling ill, hung over from exposure to the horrifying images broadcast on the networks following the bombing.  We resist the pull of our imaginations as we put ourselves in the place of innocent bystanders suddenly torn apart by an exploding bomb and try to push back such thoughts.  Yet, we cannot help but have thoughts not just of the injuries suffered by the victims, but the horrible impact on their families of what must seem so senseless, so unfair.
     There will be those who will want, however, to censor another rush of images and feelings that most moral Americans no doubt also had as we watched these events from a distance.  How many times have we watched news coverage of similar explosions, similar blood-stained pavements and expressions of anguish coming to us from Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Syria, Israel, an entire global terror zone stretching from the eastern shores of the Atlantic to the Himalyas?  The thousands of men, women and children who have paid the price of living in world where violence is considered an acceptable method of achieving political and economic goals?  As earlier empires learned to their ever-lasting regret, no police force, no security apparatus can truly protect us and take us out of harm's way. 
      Is it too much to hope that, rather than succumb to some desire for revenge, an ever-descending spiral into even more violence, a growing number of Americans, in tandem with the vast majority of like-minded men and women around the world, will be motivated to demand an end to the violence?

Panetta's Last Gasp (False) Alarm

  Listening to yet another valedictory speech from Leon Panetta, given yesterday at Georgetown University to an audience of young military and students who seemed to blanch ever more at the alarms the departing Secretary of Defense was sounding was a reminder of the fact that you can usually judge the health of an insititution by the character of the men its leaders choose to administer their policies.  Perhaps the Obama administration fears that its new (as yet not approved by the Senate) secretary, Republican Senator Chuck Hagel, will not have the same lapdog loyalty always demonstrated by their outgoing man, and wanted to use Panetta's skill at toeing to the party line one last time.   One of many Italian American Catholics who now trod the corridors of power (along with their Jewish cohorts) as the old WASP establishment withdraws from the down and dirty of running a troubled empire and retreats ever deeper into their estates and gated communities of Downton Abbey ripoffs replete with rambling golf courses, Panetta is at least as good as his paisan on the Supreme Court, Antonin Scalia, at bearing the flag in a hail of bullets, even if not as amusing.  It is fascinating to see how many public servants are now drawn from ethnic groups that for a long time, possibly even now, would never have been allowed into the country clubs peopled by the old guard.
      The ostensible reason for the speech was to alert the youngsters at Georgetown and the world at large of the perils for the U.S. military of allowing the dread sequester of government expenditures to take place.  After listing a host of really bad outcomes, (the possibility of a "cyber Pearl Harbor" caught the media's attention), he cited the perils for the U.S. of not maintaining the strongest military on the globe, of not being able to fight two wars simultaneously, or even of not being able to maintain our "readiness."  This last notion is perhaps the most interesting since it can only be interpreted to mean that if anyone questions the fiscal wisdom or necessity of our maintaining close to one thousand military encampments around the globe, they show a lack of regard for our "readiness" to fight wars on every continent and small archipelago on the globe.
      Most blatantly stated in the Bush administration's pronouncements of National Security, the notion that we must, as a single national entity, have a military machine stronger than those of at least the next four or five most powerful nations combined, has become part of the American catechism.  The Bush document made all sorts of other outrageous pronouncements, most famously, the right to pre-emptively strike at any nation on Earth, but no tenet of the faith is as sacred as our obligation, as patriotic Americans, to sign onto this notion of overwhelming force.  Does anyone ever stop to contemplate what circumstances might arise that would make it necessary for us to have such a force, or to fight two major wars?  Under what circumstances would we be so isolated from the community of nations that we would be forced, alone, to take on some adversary or adversaries?   This is American exceptionalism writ so large as to make questionable the virtual sanity of our leadership.
      When England was the last standing obstacle to Hitler's domination of the whole of Europe, we did, (even though it took perhaps a bit too long to come around), come to its defense.   The war against Nazi Germany, in spite of American mythology, was a shared enterprise.  We were a part of a group of nations;  Eisenhower bore the title, not of the Supreme American Commander, but of Supreme Allied Commander.  It would be interesting, (though one can probably guess), to get a typical American's reaction to a line or two from a review of a recent Churchill biography, written by Geoffrey Wheatcroft in a recent New York Review of Books.  Referring to one of the book's authors, Paul Reid, Wheatcroft writes:

"...Reid says that Churchill "knew Hitler could not be crushed without American troops."  But the truth is that Germany could not be crushed with American troops.  Those other recent histories have been marked by unsparing realism, not least in their most un-Churchillian emphasis on the inadequacy of the British Army as a fighting force (and the US Army also) when faced with the Wehrmact, and on the plain fact that the Third Reich was defeated by the Red Army."          
                                                                                                                                                            (Red highlight mine.)

Except for one thankfully brief interlude where the United States alone had atomic weapons, the notion that it was possible or desirable for any one nation to have enough power to alone dominate the rest of the world was almost beyond consideration.  The prospect should scare any inhabitant of the planet.  Even Hitler, with all of his delusions, never believed it possible to go it alone.
      The fact that U.S. predominance at current levels has become a badge of one's patriotism is truly alarming.  The fact that the richest nation in the world by far, even now, in the midst of a financial crisis, is still capable of fielding such forces, should not be an argument for our continuing to do so.  Countless historians have understood that the major reason empires fail is that they overextend themselves militarily.  Nations that ignore, as we currently do, the needs of their populations for decent housing, education, health care and, yes, even dignity and social justice, do so at their peril.
      Our Defense Department was once called the War Department.  Made in 1949, it was a wholesome, wise change in the way a nation should see the role of its men and women in arms.  It captured the sprit of a speech made by our nation's greatest soldier at the close of World War II:

A new era is upon us. Even the lesson of victory itself brings with it profound concern, both for our future security and the survival of civilization. The destructiveness of the war potential, through progressive advances in scientific discovery, has in fact now reached a point which revises the traditional concepts of war.

Men since the beginning of time have sought peace.... Military alliances, balances of power, leagues of nations, all in turn failed, leaving the only path to be by way of the crucible of war. We have had our last chance. If we do not now devise some greater and more equitable system, Armageddon will be at our door. The problem basically is theological and involves a spiritual recrudescence and improvement of human character that will synchronize with our almost matchless advances in science, art, literature and all material and cultural development of the past two thousand years. It must be of the spirit if we are to save the flesh.

"We have had our last chance."

Syria and the Spanish Civil War

There were enough Americans outraged by the events in Spain during its civil war (1936-1939)to see the creation of what was called the Abraham Lincoln Brigade.  Along with thousands of volunteers in brigades formed in other nations, they voyaged to Spain to protect its elected government from attacks by fascist forces devoted to its overthrow.  Many of those fighters never returned home, killed in the ferocious battles that took place.  They were eventually cited as the first casualties in the war against fascism that would ultimately result in the deaths of tens of millions around the globe. The democracies of the world stood by and watched as the Nazi air force came to the aid of Francisco Franco's fascists, notably commemorated in Picasso's Guernica mural.  

 

I have often thought back to that historical episode when, in the face of injustices taking place, I try to deal with my own barely contained rage at policies our own government has pursued and is currently pursuing. I find it extremely difficult to stand by and be a witness to events that all of my reason and instincts tell me are wrong yet nevertheless go unopposed.  It is sometimes not enough to console oneself with Martin Luther King's observation that "the arc of history is long, but it bends toward justice." (Ironically, fascism in Spain far outlived the regimes in Germany and Italy, lingering until Franco's death. Some injustices clearly die hard. It would not be until Francisco Franco's death in 1975 that veterans of the Lincoln Brigade could return to a Spain finally free of fascism.) Perhaps, for children of the 1960s, the slow tread toward justice is a particularly bitter pill to swallow. We had tasted at least one victory when, in the same year that Franco had died, the puppet regime in Saigon fell to the North Vietnamese army. Though the war in Vietnam had gone on for decades, tens of thousands who had marched against American involvement felt that that they had had a role in bringing it to an end, that peaceful protest could have an impact.

It was a lesson not lost on American policy makers.  Never again would large segments of the American people mobilize peacefully against the grand design of U.S. foreign policy.  And there would be many such occasions when those policies could be called into question, particularly with the inception of the Reagan government in the 1980s.  (Although it should be pointed out that, even before Reagan, the supposedly pious "restoration" president, Jimmy Carter, was a thick-skinned cold warrior, initiating a secret war in Afghanistan that would have far-reaching consequences, not the least of which was the birth of Al Qaeda.)  By 1983, Reagan, (in a war that gave us the newly issued U.S. Army helmet, for some, rather alarmingly similar to that worn by German troops in World War II), was prepared to give us an unquestionable "victory" even if over a small island in the Caribbean most notable for being a diploma mill for for foreign medical students.  In the aftermath of Vietnam, our nation's military exploits would proceed unhampered by mass protests.  In Grenada, in Panama, in "secret" (secret only to the American public) wars in Central American nations like El Salvador and Nicaragua), and, outstandingly, in the so-called Operation Desert Storm, the Gulf War in 1990, the U.S. demonstrated that it would not be repeating the mistakes it had made in Southeast Asia.  No longer would free-wheeling war correspondents be sending raw footage home in time for the six o'clock news.  The end of the draft also ended anti-draft protests and substituted for the draft a "professional" army joined in battle by mercenaries handsomely compensated for their efforts with taxpayer dollars.   The safeguards against wars unilaterally declared by the executive branch that were put in place after Vietnam and were really no more than an underscoring of our constitution were ignored wholesale.  Journalists were "embedded" with troops and their reportage seriously constrained by the military.   Anti-war protests engendered by both wars in Iraq as well as the war in Afghanistan were feeble compared to those that accompanied the war in Vietnam.  Not only were we fighting an evil dictator or "terrorism" rather than a people's liberation movement, the motivation to take to the streets against wars being fought in our name was greatly diminished after U.S. Army troops had opened fire on protesting students at Kent State, killing four students and wounding nine more in a barrage of gunfire.  At the conclusion of the Gulf War, U.S. forces could, without fear of domestic criticism, leave a "Highway of Death" littered with the corpses of massacred thousands retreating from Kuwait on their way back to Baghdad.  We had entered a brave new world.

 

.And then, of course, we had 9/11.  It took ten years for the U.S. to find an enemy worthy of the trillion-dollar-a-year killing machine that the nation maintained even after the fall of the Evil Empire in 1991.  Of course, the war against the remnants of that empire had gone on unabated in the intervening years.  We would seize the moment, bury communism so deeply that it could never rise again.  With the help of Germany and Croatian fascists, with Tito gone, ornery Yugoslavia descended into butchery and became atomized.  Since, it appears, every American president must have his war, even Bill Clinton was persuaded to initiate a bombing campaign in the area, at one point "accidentally" bombing the Chinese embassy.  (The official explanation was that it did not appear on military maps of the area.  U.S. intelligence should have sought out a tourist map at a local hotel desk.)

 

       By the time Bush, Jr. entered the Oval Office, the Evil Empire had morphed into an Axis of Evil which included such threats as North Korea, (Goodbye, Sunshine Policy.), and dangerous Cuba.  Those roaring mice, of course, would never have invited the response to external threats that we would soon be treated to, a response that would transform the nation into an Orwellian nightmare with a tattered constitution that was twisted to allow for torture, rendition to foreign torture chambers, robot drone attacks out of The Terminator, and a new language, a glossary that seemed to come out of Goebbel's playbook.  Suddenly, we no longer had a nation, we had a "homeland," (heimat? vaterland?), and restrictions on human rights were euphemistically summed up in the "Patriot Act."

      Even before 9/11, however, it was clear as soon as the Supreme Court gave Bush the presidency and he announced his cabinet choices in December of 2000, that his was a war cabinet.  I can recall upon hearing that such as Colin Powell, Donald Rumsfeld and Condoleeza Rice would be joining Dick Cheney on his team that I ran down the hall from my office to a friend's office and cried out, "My God, he's chosen a war cabinet.  We're going to war!"  Rumor had it that Bush, the son, was obligated to deal with the unfinished business his father had left in Iraq.  All that was needed was a convenient casus belli and the games could begin.  It was not long in coming.

      It is not necessary here to sum up the events following September 11, 2001.  Ultimately, the neo-con cabal and the cowboys had to be reined in following disasters in Iraq and Afghanistan.  A caretaker government was in place well before the permanent government had installed another restoration president.  Rumsfeld would go replaced by Gates, a member of the Iraqi War Commission, who stayed on to be Barack Obama's defense secretary.   Bush had been declawed.  Though many of the trappings changed after he left the White House, and there was talk of withdrawal from Iraq and Afghanistan, it soon became clear that, Nobel Peace Prize notwithstanding, the new young president would continue the grander design.

 

Next:  Drones, the Arab Spring, Gaza, and the attack on the Hassad regime.