Norman Mailer
The White Man Unburdened
Wed Jul 2 19:45:59 2003
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The White Man Unburdened
By Norman Mailer
07/02/03: (NYREV) Exeunt: lightning and thunder, shock and awe. Dust,
ash, fog, fire, smoke, sand, blood, and a good deal of waste now move to
the wings. The stage, however, remains occupied. The question posed at
curtain-rise has not been answered. Why did we go to war? If no real
weapons of mass destruction are found, the question will keen in pitch.

Or, if some weapons are uncovered in Iraq, it is likely that even more
have been moved to new hiding places beyond the Iraqi border. Should
horrific events take place, we can count on a predictable response:
"Good, honest, innocent Americans died today because of evil al-Qaeda
terrorists." Yes, we will hear the President's voice before he even
utters such words. (For those of us who are not happy with George W.
Bush, we may as well recognize that living with him in the Oval Office
is like being married to a mate who always says exactly what you know in
advance he or she is going to say, which helps to account for why more
than half of America now appears to love him.)

The key question remains-why did we go to war? It is not yet answered.
The host of responses has already produced a cognitive stew. But the
most painful single ingredient at the moment is, of course, the
discovery of the graves. We have relieved the world of a monster who
killed untold numbers, mega-numbers, of victims. Nowhere is any emphasis
put upon the fact that many of the bodies were of the Shiites of
southern Iraq who have been decimated repeatedly in the last twelve
years for daring to rebel against Saddam in the immediate aftermath of
the Gulf War. Of course, we were the ones who encouraged them to revolt
in the first place, and then failed to help them. Why? There may have
been an ongoing argument in the first Bush administration which was
finally won by those who believed that a Shiite victory over Saddam
could result in a host of Iraqi imams who might make common cause with
the Iranian ayatollahs, Shiites joining with Shiites! Today, from the
point of view of the remaining Iraqi Shiites, it would be hard for us to
prove to them that they were not the victims of a double cross. So they
may look upon the graves that we congratulate ourselves for having
liberated as sepulchral voices calling out from their tombs-asking us to
take a share of the blame. Which, of course, we will not.

Yes, our guilt for a great part of those bodies remains a large subtext
and Saddam was creating mass graves all through the 1970s and 1980s. He
killed Communists en masse in the 1970s, which didn't bother us a bit.
Then he slaughtered tens of thousands of Iraqis during the war with
Iran-a time when we supported him. A horde of those newly discovered
graves go back to that period. Of course, real killers never look back.

The administration, however, was concerned only with how best to
expedite the war. They hastened to look for many a justifiable reason.
The Iraqis were a nuclear threat; they were teeming with weapons of mass
destruction; they were working closely with al-Qaeda; they had even been
the dirty geniuses behind 9/11. The reasons offered to the American
public proved skimpy, unverifiable, and void of the realpolitik of our
need to get a choke-hold on the Middle East for many a reason more than
Israel- Palestine. We had to sell the war on false pretenses.

The intensity of the falsification could best be seen as a reflection of
the enormous damage 9/11 has brought to America's morale, particularly
the core-the corporation. All the organization people high and low,
managers, division heads, secretaries, salesmen, accountants, market
specialists, all that congeries of corporate office American, plus all
who had relatives, friends, or classmates who worked in the Twin
Towers-the shock traveled into the fundament of the American psyche. And
the American working class identified with the warriors who were lost
fighting that blaze, the firemen and the police, all instantly ennobled.

It was a political bonanza for Bush provided he could deliver an
appropriate sense of revenge to the millions- or is it the tens of
millions?-who identified directly with those incinerated in the Twin
Towers. When Osama bin Laden failed to be captured by the posses we sent
to Afghanistan, Bush was thrust back to ongoing domestic problems that
did not give any immediate suggestion that they could prove
solution-friendly. The economy was sinking, the market was down, and
some classic bastions of American faith (corporate integrity, the FBI,
and the Catholic Church-to cite but three) had each suffered a separate
and grievous loss of face. Increasing joblessness was undermining
national morale. Since our administration was conceivably not ready to
tackle any one of the serious problems looming before them that did not
involve enriching the top, it was natural for the administration to feel
an impulse to move into larger ventures, thrusts into the empyrean-war!
We could say we went to war because we very much needed a successful war
as a species of psychic rejuvenation. Any major excuse would do-nuclear
threat, terrorist nests, weapons of mass destruction -we could always
make the final claim that we were liberating the Iraqis. Who could argue
with that? One could not. One could only ask: What will the cost be to
our democracy?

Be it said that the administration knew something a good many of us did
not-it knew that we had a very good, perhaps even an extraordinarily
good, if essentially untested, group of armed forces, a skilled,
disciplined, well-motivated military, career-focused and run by a
field-rank and general staff who were intelligent, articulate, and
considerably less corrupt than any other power cohort in America.

In such a pass, how could the White House fail to use them? They would
prove quintessential morale-builders to a core element of American life-
those tens of millions of Americans who had been spiritually wounded by
9/11. They could also serve an even larger group, which had once been
near to 50 percent of the population, and remained key to the
President's political footing. This group had taken a real beating. As a
matter of collective ego, the good average white American male had had
very little to nourish his morale since the job market had gone bad,
nothing, in fact, unless he happened to be a member of the armed forces.
There, it was certainly different. The armed forces had become the
paradigmatic equal of a great young athlete looking to test his true
size. Could it be that there was a bozo out in the boondocks who was
made to order, and his name was Iraq? Iraq had a tough rep, but not much
was left to him inside. A dream opponent. A desert war is designed for
an air force whose state-of-the-art is comparable in perfection to a
top-flight fashion model on a runway. Yes, we would liberate the Iraqis.

So we went ahead against all obstacles-of which the UN was the first.
Wantonly, shamelessly, proudly, exuberantly, at least one half of our
prodigiously divided America could hardly wait for the new war. We
understood that our television was going to be terrific. And it was.
Sanitized but terrific -which is, after all, exactly what network and
good cable television are supposed to be.

And there were other factors for using our military skills, minor but
significant: these reasons return us to the ongoing malaise of the white
American male. He had been taking a daily drubbing over the last thirty
years. For better or worse, the women's movement has had its
breakthrough successes and the old, easy white male ego has withered in
the glare. Even the consolation of rooting for his team on TV had been
skewed. For many, there was now measurably less reward in watching
sports than there used to be, a clear and declarable loss. The great
white stars of yesteryear were for the most part gone, gone in football,
in basketball, in boxing, and half gone in baseball. Black genius now
prevailed in all these sports (and the Hispanics were coming up fast;
even the Asians were beginning to make their mark). We white men were no
w left with half of tennis (at least its male half), and might also
point to ice hockey, skiing, soccer, golf (with the notable exception of
the Tiger), as well as lacrosse, track, swimming, and the World
Wrestling Federation-remnants of a once great and glorious white
athletic centrality.

Of course, there were sports fans who loved the stars on their favorite
teams without regard to race. Sometimes, they even liked black athletes
the most. Such white men tended to be liberals. They were no use to
Bush. He needed to take care of his more immediate constituency. If he
had a covert strength, it was his knowledge of the unspoken things that
bothered American white men the most-just those matters they were not
always ready to admit to themselves. The first was that people hipped on
sports can get overaddicted to victory. Sports, the corporate ethic
(advertising), and the American flag had become a go-for-the-win
triumvirate that had developed many psychic connections with the
military.

After all, war was, with all else, the most dramatic and serious
extrapolation of sports. The concept of victory could be seen by some as
the noblest species of profit in union with patriotism. So Bush knew
that a big victory in an easy war would work for the good white American
male. If blacks and Hispanics were representative of their share of the
population in the enlisted ranks, still they were not a majority, and
the faces of the officer corps (as seen on the tube) suggested that the
percentage of white men increased as one rose in rank to field and
general officers. Moreover, we had knockout tank echelons,
Super-Marines, and-one magical ace in the hole-the best air force that
ever existed. If we could not find our machismo anywhere else, we could
certainly count on the interface between combat and technology. Let me
then advance the offensive suggestion that this may have been one of the
covert but real reasons we went looking for war. We knew we were likely
to be good at it.

In the course, however, of all the quick events of the last few months,
our military passed through a transmogrification. Indeed, it was one
hellion of a morph. We went, willy-nilly, from a potentially great
athlete to serving as an emergency intern required to operate at high
speed on an awfully sick patient full of frustration, outrage, and
violence. Now in the last month, even as the patient is getting stitched
up somewhat, a new and troubling question arises: Have any fresh
medicines been developed to deal with what seem to be teeming
infections? Do we really know how to treat livid suppurations? Or would
it be better to just keep trusting our great American luck, our faith in
our divinely protected can-do luck? We are, by custom, gung-ho. If these
suppurations prove to be unmanageable, or just too time-consuming, may
we not leave them behind? We could move on to the next venue. Syria, we
might declare in our best John Wayne voice: You can run, but you can't
hide. Saudi Arabia, you overrated tank of blubber, do you need us more
than ever? And Iran, watch it, we have eyes for you. You could be a real
meal. Because when we fight, we feel good, we are ready to go, and then
go some more. We have had a taste. Why, there's a basketful of billions
to be made in the Middle East just so long as we can stay ahead of the
trillions of debts that are coming after us back home.

Be it said: the motives that lead to a nation's major historical acts
can probably rise no higher than the spiritual understanding of its
leadership. While George W. may not know as much as he believes he knows
about the dispositions of God's blessing, he is driving us at high speed
all the same -this man at the wheel whose most legitimate boast might be
that he knew how to parlay the part-ownership of a major-league baseball
team into a gubernatorial win in Texas. And-shall we ever forget?-was
catapulted, by legal finesse and finagling, into a now-tainted but still
almighty hymn: Hail to the Chief!

No, we will rise no higher than the spiritual understanding of our
leadership. And now that the ardor of victory has begun to cool, some
will see how it is flawed. For we are victim once again of all those
advertising sciences that depend on mendacity and manipulation. We have
been gulled about the real reasons for this war, tweaked and poked by
some of the best button-pushers around to believe that we won a noble
and necessary contest when, in fact, the opponent was a hollowed-out
palooka whose monstrosities were ebbing into old age.

Perhaps he was not that old. Perhaps Saddam made a decision to go
underground with as much wealth as he had spirited away, and would fund
al-Qaeda or some extension of it in a collaboration of sorts with Osama
bin Laden-a new underground team, the Incompatible Terrorist Twins. That
is a hypothesis as mad as the world we are beginning to live in.

Democracy, more than any other political system, depends on a modicum of
honesty. Ultimately, it is much at the mercy of a leader who has never
been embarrassed by himself. What is to be said of a man who spent two
years in the Air Force of the National Guard (as a way of not having to
go to Vietnam) and proceeded-like many another spoiled and wealthy
father's son-not to bother to show up for duty in his second year of
service? Most of us have episodes in our youth that can cause us shame
on reflection. It is a mark of maturation that we do not try to profit
from our early lacks and vices but do our best to learn from them. Bush
proceeded, however, to turn his declaration of the Iraqi campaign's end
into a mighty fashion show. He chose-this overnight clone of Honest
Abe-to arrive on the deck of the aircraft carrier Abraham Lincoln on an
S-3B Viking jet that came in with a dramatic tail-hook landing. The
carrier was easily within helicopter range of San Diego but G.W. would
not have been able to show himself in flight regalia, and so would not
have been able to demonstrate how well he wore the uniform he had not
honored. Jack Kennedy, a war hero, was always in civvies while he was
commander in chief. So was General Eisenhower. George W. Bush, who
might, if he had been entirely on his own, have made a world-class male
model (since he never takes an awkward photograph), proceeded to tote
the flight helmet and sport the flight suit. There he was for the
photo-op looking like one more great guy among the great guys. Let us
hope that our democracy will survive these nonstop foulings of the nest.

© Copyright 2003 NYREV


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"All history is a set of lies agreed upon".
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