{"id":470,"date":"2004-09-29T08:30:33","date_gmt":"2004-09-29T06:30:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/?p=470"},"modified":"2004-09-30T08:29:01","modified_gmt":"2004-09-30T06:29:01","slug":"bush","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.anjameulenbelt.nl\/weblog\/2004\/09\/29\/bush\/","title":{"rendered":"Doctorow on Bush"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Rula Halawani has sent us an article by the novelist E. L. Doct0row, about Bush.<br \/>\nThanks, Rula<\/p>\n<p>I fault this president for not knowing what death is. He does not suffer the<br \/>\ndeath of our 21-year-olds who wanted to be what they could be. On the eve of<br \/>\nD-Day in 1944 General Eisenhower prayed to God for the lives of the young<br \/>\nsoldiers he knew were going to die. He knew what death was. Even in a justifiable<br \/>\nwar, a war not of choice but of necessity, a war of survival, the cost was<br \/>\nalmost more than Eisenhower could bear.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>But this president does not know what death is. He hasn&#8217;t the mind for it.<br \/>\nYou see him joking with the press, peering under the table for the weapons of<br \/>\nmass destruction he can&#8217;t seem to find, you see him at rallies strutting up to<br \/>\nthe stage in shirt sleeves to the roar of the carefully screened crowd, smiling<br \/>\nand waving, triumphal, a he-man.<\/p>\n<p>He does not mourn. He doesn&#8217;t understand why he should mourn. He is satisfied<br \/>\nduring the course of a speech written for him to look solemn for a moment and<br \/>\nspeak of the brave young Americans who made the ultimate sacrifice for their<br \/>\ncountry.<\/p>\n<p>But you study him, you look into his eyes and know he dissembles an emotion<br \/>\nwhich he does not feel in the depths of his being because he has no capacity<br \/>\nfor it. He does not feel a personal responsibility for the 1,000 dead young men<br \/>\nand women who wanted to be what they could be.<\/p>\n<p>They come to his desk not as youngsters with mothers and fathers or wives and<br \/>\nchildren who will suffer to the end of their days a terribly torn fabric of<br \/>\nfamilial relationships and the inconsolable remembrance of aborted life . . .<br \/>\nthey come to his desk as a political liability, which is why the press is not<br \/>\npermitted to photograph the arrival of their coffins from Iraq.<\/p>\n<p>How then can he mourn? To mourn is to express regret and he regrets nothing.<br \/>\nHe does not regret that his reason for going to war was, as he knew,<br \/>\nunsubstantiated by the facts. He does not regret that his bungled plan for the war&#8217;s<br \/>\naftermath has made of his mission-accomplished a disaster. He does not regret<br \/>\nthat, rather than controlling terrorism, his war in Iraq has licensed it. So he<br \/>\nnever mourns for the dead and crippled youngsters who have fought this war of<br \/>\nhis choice.<\/p>\n<p>He wanted to go to war and he did. He had not the mind to perceive the costs<br \/>\nof war, or to listen to those who knew those costs. He did not understand that<br \/>\nyou do not go to war when it is one of the options but when it is the only<br \/>\noption; you go not because you want to but because you have to.<br \/>\nYet this president knew it would be difficult for Americans not to cheer the<br \/>\noverthrow of a foreign dictator. He knew that much. This president and his<br \/>\nsupporters would seem to have a mind for only one thing &#8212; to take power, to<br \/>\nremain in power, and to use that power for the sake of themselves and their<br \/>\nfriends.<\/p>\n<p>A war will do that as well as anything. You become a wartime leader. The<br \/>\ncountry gets behind you. Dissent becomes inappropriate. And so he does not drop to<br \/>\nhis knees, he is not contrite, he does not sit in the church with the<br \/>\ngrieving parents and wives and children. He is the president who does not feel. He<br \/>\ndoes not feel for the families of the dead, he does not feel for the 35 million<br \/>\nof us who live in poverty, he does not feel for the 40 percent who cannot<br \/>\nafford health insurance, he does not feel for the miners whose lungs are turning<br \/>\nblack or for the working people he has deprived of the chance to work overtime<br \/>\nat time-and-a-half to pay their bills &#8211; it is amazing for how many people in<br \/>\nthis country this president does not feel.<\/p>\n<p>But he will dissemble feeling. He will say in all sincerity he is relieving<br \/>\nthe wealthiest 1 percent of the population of their tax burden for the sake of<br \/>\nthe rest of us, and that he is polluting the air we breathe for the sake of<br \/>\nour economy, and that he is decreasing the quality of air in coal mines to save<br \/>\nthe coal miners&#8217; jobs, and that he is depriving workers of their<br \/>\ntime-and-a-half benefits for overtime because this is actually a way to honor them by<br \/>\nraising them into the professional class.<\/p>\n<p>And this litany of lies he will versify with reverences for God and the flag<br \/>\nand democracy, when just what he and his party are doing to our democracy is<br \/>\nchoking the life out of it.<\/p>\n<p>But there is one more terribly sad thing about all of this. I remember the<br \/>\nmillions of people here and around the world who marched against the war. It was<br \/>\nextraordinary, that spontaneous aroused oversoul of alarm and protest that<br \/>\ntranscended national borders. Why did it happen? After all, this was not the<br \/>\nonly war anyone had ever seen coming. There are little wars all over he world<br \/>\nmost of the time.<\/p>\n<p>But the cry of protest was the appalled understanding of millions of people<br \/>\nthat America was ceding its role as the last best hope of mankind. It was their<br \/>\nperception that the classic archetype of democracy was morphing into a rogue<br \/>\nnation. The greatest democratic republic in history was turning its back on<br \/>\nthe future, using its extraordinary power and standing not to advance the ideal<br \/>\nof a concordance of civilizations but to endorse the kind of tribal combat t<br \/>\nhat originated with the Neanderthals, a people, now extinct, who could imagine<br \/>\nensuring their survival by no other means than pre-emptive war.<\/p>\n<p>The president we get is the country we get. With each president the nation is<br \/>\nconformed spiritually. He is the artificer of our malleable national soul. He<br \/>\nproposes not only the laws but the kinds of lawlessness that govern our lives<br \/>\nand invoke our responses. The people he appoints are cast in his image. The<br \/>\ntrouble they get into and get us into, is his characteristic trouble.<br \/>\nFinally, the media amplify his character into our moral weather report. He<br \/>\nbecomes the face of our sky, the conditions that prevail. How can we sustain<br \/>\nourselves as the United States of America given the stupid and ineffective<br \/>\nwarmaking, the constitutionally insensitive lawgiving, and the monarchal economics<br \/>\nof this president? He cannot mourn but is a figure of such moral vacancy as to<br \/>\nmake us mourn for ourselves.<\/p>\n<p>E. L. Doctorow is an American novelist. His works are noted for their<br \/>\nmingling of American history and literary imagination through the interaction of<br \/>\nfictional and real-life characters.<br \/>\nCopyright \u00a9 2004 East Hampton Star<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rula Halawani has sent us an article by the novelist E. L. Doct0row, about Bush. Thanks, Rula I fault this president for not knowing what death is. 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