Posted on 07/19/2003 7:10:06 PM PDT by Carthago delenda est
One day, this Iraq War will be thought of as the Intellectuals' War. That is, it was a war conceived of by people who possessed more books than common sense, let alone actual military experience.
Disregarding prudence, precedent and honesty, they went off - or, more precisely, sent others off - tilting at windmills in Iraq, chasing after illusions of Saddam Hussein's weapons of mass destruction and false hope about Iraqi enthusiasm for Americanism, and hoping that reality would somehow catch up with their theory. The problem, of course, is that wars are more about bloodletting than book-learning.
Tilting at windmills is what Don Quixote did. When I left for Iraq in June, I took along a copy of "The History and Adventures of the Renowned Don Quixote," the comic/epic/tragic novel by Miguel de Cervantes. I had never read it, but I knew of critic Lionel Trilling's recommendation: "All prose fiction is a variation on the theme of Don Quixote." And since much of what was said about Iraq was so obviously fiction, I figured that the work would be an enlightening travel companion.
When I got to Cervantes' description of his title character, I knew I was on to something: "He so immersed himself in those romances that he spent whole days and nights over his books; and thus with little sleeping and much reading, his brains dried up to such a degree that he lost the use of his reason."
Quixote's obsession was chivalry, the medieval knightly code of etiquette and martial arts that supposedly prepared a man for a quest or a crusade. The fact that not much of it had any basis in reality was no deterrent to an active fantasy life. So when Quixote rode off, accompanied by his sidekick, Sancho Panza, he did far more harm than good.
And so it is with the book-fed brainiacs who helped talk George W. Bush into the Iraq War. These people are commonly known as neoconservatives, or "neocons" for short, but they are anything but conservative.
After the Cold War ended, they had a vision of America's exerting "benevolent global hegemony," in the words of William Kristol and Robert Kagan. To be sure, the United States by then was the only superpower, but bragging about it, exulting in it, was the height of backlash-provoking hubris. It was a radical, not a conservative, stance.
Yet the neocons, armored in academic degrees - well-versed, particularly, in the literature of such past master-propagandists as Leon Trotsky and Leo Strauss - moved easily from their ivory towers to the hearing rooms of Washington. Fired by a sense of mission, driven to spew as many words as they had taken in, they proved their skills at pamphlet-publishing, sound-biting and bureaucracy-building.
In the 1990s, they expanded or created power bases in existing think tanks, such as the American Enterprise Institute, or created new operations, such as The Weekly Standard magazine and the Project for a New American Century. Seizing the mantle of Theodore Roosevelt and Ronald Reagan (neither of whom were around to speak for themselves), they developed their own militant neocon lexicon, a language of U.S. assertion, even aggression, toward China, Russia and, of course, Iraq and much of the Muslim world.
"National greatness," "spreading democracy" and, most portentously, "regime change," were heard from a thousand Beltway tongues. It all sounded good. But all belligerent talk sounds stirring in the abstract, in the web of words that cloaks the realities of warfare.
After 9/11, the neocons went into overdrive. America had been attacked by al-Qaida from Afghanistan, but the intellectuals around President Bush had their own plan for war. According to Bob Woodward's book, "Bush at War," on Sept. 15, 2001, Deputy Defense Secretary Paul Wolfowitz pressed the case to the commander in chief for an immediate attack on - Iraq. At that time, Wolfowitz asserted that there was just a "10 to 50 percent chance" that Iraq was involved in the terrorist attacks.
But no matter. Iraq, not Afghanistan, was central to the neocon vision of "liberating" the Mideast. Bush wisely chose to move against the Afghan attackers, but apparently, at about the same time, the decision was made to move against Iraq, too.
Meanwhile, neocon word-creations, such as "moral clarity," "axis of evil" and "Bush Doctrine," spread far and wide. These word-weavings were repeated over and over. Bush became Winston Churchill, Saddam Hussein became Hitler, the Arabs were ripe for Americanization, and the U.S. military became the sword not only of vengeance but also of do-gooding and nation-building.
Amid all the intellectual intoxication, a lionized, neocon-ized Bush didn't worry about such variables as the world reaction to America's plan, not to mention the Iraqi reaction.
Cervantes would have seen it coming. The tales of chivalric righteousness that Quixote read "took full possession" of his brain, filling the knight-errant with the belief that "the world needed his immediate presence." And so the Man from La Mancha went off on his adventures, plunging into gratuitous battles with the innocent and the harmless - innkeepers, friars, puppeteers, shepherds and their sheep, and, most famously, windmills.
As the Mexican writer Carlos Fuentes has observed, Quixote had a burning faith. What kind of faith? Not really in God; he is a minor part of Quixote's warped worldview. Rather, it is a faith in "universals," derived from his books. "The faith comes from reading," Fuentes concludes about Quixote, "and his reading is a madness."
In their quixotic madness for war, the Bush people exaggerated, and maybe even fabricated, their "evidence." In their minds, it was all part of the same game. Words had gotten them into positions of power, and now more words, even fictional words, would get them into war.
But there was one saving grace about Quixote: At least he was willing to put his lance where his mouth was; he was willing to live out his thirst for glory. By contrast, few in the Bush Brigade have actually worn their country's uniform. Their service, even in the Pentagon, consists of sitting in carpeted corner offices. And so it was easy for them to grind out policy, propaganda or both, untroubled by firsthand combat experience.
This is where the Iraq mission passes, in my mind, into the realm of outrage. In my trip there, I met lots of uniformed Americans who had not written any neocon propaganda but who obviously had read or heard a lot of it. They believed they were there to help the Iraqi people and were determined to do their best. To believe that, they had to look past the fact that the United States had to bomb and shoot its way in. But even after "peace" was established, the well-meaning Americans were woefully unprepared for the new mission at hand.
Perhaps because the civilian war-planners believed their own propaganda about a "cakewalk," or perhaps because they just didn't care about what happened after they got their war, the Americans actually on the hot desert ground had little in the way of helping tools. First and most obviously, they didn't have nonlethal weapons for crowd control, and so many confrontations became deadly incidents, starting up a cycle of violence that spirals further every day.
Second, few of them had been taught the language of the people they were supposedly going to be working with; I did not meet a single American who knew more than a few words of Arabic. Finally, the Pentagon was heavy on tanks for intimidation but light on techniques for winning hearts and minds, such as immediate plans for rebuilding infrastructure.
Thus the ultimate irony: The war that was schemed and dreamed by eggheads turned out to be just another cracked example of poor planning. The Pentagon may have omnipotence in war, but it lacks common sense in peace.
And so there will be a reckoning, just as there was for Quixote. After 1,000 pages of adventures, Quixote takes sick with a fever. But as his temperature rises, his mind finally clears. "I have acted as a madman," he laments. And he realizes that his nuttiness was brought on by "reading such absurdities." Now, at last, on his death bed, he has come to "abominate and abhor" the books he wasted his life reading.
Will the neocons ever have such a moment of clarity? Maybe some will. But it's just as likely that in a few years, when the Bush Brigade is out of power, returned to their fellowships and board chairs, they'll be writing memoirs and giving speeches. They'll eschew any responsibility for what went wrong in Iraq, even as they settle scores with old interoffice foes. And, of course, they'll be touting some new "bold plan" for using other people's children as pawns in some new global gambit.
The honest memoirs will probably come from those who went to Iraq. Indeed, Cervantes himself was a combat veteran; he lost the use of his left hand at the Battle of Lepanto in 1571. By the time he published the first volume of "Don Quixote" in 1605, his Spain had squandered its wealth, its military edge and its great-power status in vainglorious wars across the European continent. So he knew full well just how devastating delusion could be.
My hope is that somewhere in Iraq today, an American in uniform is absorbing it all. And so maybe a novel will be written about men and women on a mission, confident in the righteousness of their cause, doing their best, but nonetheless blundering about. That book will be a comedy, in places, but mostly, it will be a tragedy, because there's nothing sadder than sincerity and earnestness misled and betrayed.
How sickening to think that this "man" once worked for the Reagan administration. Ugh. Double ugh.
Notice how Pinkterton uses the "neocon" slur. Hey, Pinko, I've got news for you: conservatives of ALL stripes (except the Paleo variety) support this war. Do learn what the hell you're talking about before launching tirades, even if they are devoid of any factual information whatsoever.
He gives new meaning to the word "cynicism".......geesh...
Frankly, I'm sick of these little power battles among the beltway elites.
Second, so now the Bushies are too smart?
Third, he missed the whole point of Don Quixote altogether. His madness (and the tilting at windmills, in particular) is symbolic of the nobility of high idealism.
This was a theme seized on by sixties liberals. You see it in the musical "Man of La Mancha" which distilled this idea into a two-hour play. You also see it in the title of the band "They Might Be Giants" which is what Quixote says to Sancho after the windmills pummel him.
Pinkerton is truly an idiot.
Sheesh. What a moron.
...but I didn't have any pre-conceived notions of how I would view the situation...or write about what I "saw"...
The author throws a lot of literary allusions around but never comes out and reveals his true wish.................
My hope is that somewhere in Iraq today, an American in uniform is absorbing it all. And so maybe a novel will be written about men and women on a mission, confident in the righteousness of their cause, doing their best, but nonetheless blundering about. That book will be a comedy, in places, but mostly, it will be a tragedy, because there's nothing sadder than sincerity and earnestness misled and betrayed.
Why doesn't he just say that he yearns for a new Joseph Heller (CATCH 22), a new Norman Mailer (THE NAKED AND THE DEAD, TAPS) or a more viscious Oliver Stone.
I'm shocked by this article. I never thought he would write something like this.
Yeah. That one mass grave filled with the bodies of children (who'd been buried alive) was a big nothing, right? Saddam had a right.....it was his country, after all....right?
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