Let’s Update Civics 101…

As a college student I thought of political science as an adjunct of philosophy. I didn’t appreciate its practical value. Later, in law school, I recognized its value in creating the infrastructure for our American institutions but only insofar as its organizing principles provided for the efficient operation of government. Today, with more experience in the world and having lived on three continents, I have a full appreciation for the complexity and genius of American democratic institutions, but lately I’ve wondered if America hasn’t become too complacent with a system that’s been durable and adaptable for more than 200 years?

No one would mistake me for an “originalist” in the mold of Antonin Scalia, but world events have reinforced my interest in the American blueprint and bolstered my faith in the value of its “timeless” traditions. In view of the current political chaos it’s probably a good time to review how the founders arrived at the republican form and how it differs from a disturbing trend toward authoritarian rule in the world today.

In the fall of 2016, not long before our national election, M and I spent three weeks in Washington DC, Virginia and Maryland visiting our nation’s capital and the homes of Washington, Jefferson, Madison, and Monroe. It was intentional. After nearly two years of presidential electioneering, our country seemed to be veering off course and we wanted to check in with the founders and their guiding principles.

America’s political odyssey began even before the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia. In 1786 James Madison, a member of the Virginia House of Delegates, spent months pouring over crates of books Jefferson had sent him from France describing various forms of government.

Using the Virginia Constitution as his model and convinced that a strong central government would unify the country, he carefully studied Hume, Locke, and other enlightenment scholars for organizing principles.  In 1998, historian Douglas Adair called Madison’s work “probably the most fruitful piece of scholarly research ever carried out by an American.”

The final document, ratified in 1787, was a collaborative effort debated vigorously by Madison, Hamilton, and John Jay in The Federalist Papers – each winning some important points. The US Constitution is both unique and aspirational. In school we learn that American democracy is built on a system of checks and balances, citizen protections, interconnected branches of government, and procedural rules governing its operation.

Last week the US Senate abandoned a tradition that had endured for decades, and in doing so took a nick out of that founding document. Tipping points are hard to nail down, but last week’s move abolishing the filibuster of Supreme Court nominees showed that we’ve reached a point where cautious reverence for tradition has given way to the need for instant gratification. When the Republican Senate invoked the “nuclear option” to confirm Supreme Court Justice Neil Gorsuch, it inserted a wedge in our procedural democracy, and its importance is as a precursor to abolishing the filibuster entirely and reducing all Senate votes to a simple majority. The filibuster is what sets the Senate apart from the House of Representatives. It’s an important difference and one that should not be abandoned.

I’m not blaming the Republicans; I think Justice Gorsuch is eminently well qualified, as was Merrick Garland, President Obama’s nominee. Exercise of the “option” was pre-ordained when the Democrats used it for lower court federal judges in 2013. What is upsetting is the mean-spirited infighting attending the nomination of Judge Garland and the Democrats’ vengeance-tinted threats accompanying Justice Gorsuch’s confirmation.

As a concerned observer, I’m disappointed that an enduring tradition was cast aside in a flurry of partisan infighting. As we move forward, our elected officials from the President on down need to pay more attention to the future and less to personal or partisan victories.

Traditions, however, are reviewable. They should be, but the Brexit vote in the UK, recent events in Russia, North Korea, Turkey, and Hungary, as well as the upcoming elections in France and Germany remind us of the importance, vulnerability, and fragility of government institutions. It’s a good time to refresh our knowledge of government and renew our commitment to the welfare and protection of all Americans.

Current world events stand in sharp contrast to the structures and procedural protections of our own democracy and electoral processes. Madison and the other founders created a tripartite system that divided power and distributed function between the executive, legislative, and judicial branches of government. This is its genius; in distributing the responsibility, no one person or branch has the power to dictate policy or outcome. It may be slower and more cumbersome than other forms but this is the difference between American democracy and the worldwide trend toward authoritarian autocratic rule.

Unfortunately, President Trump is not a student of history. Nor does he understand the functionality of our institutions. Since the inauguration he has ignored protocols and attempted to rule by Executive Order* – as an autocrat – but, unlike his predecessor, denigrating judicial challenges to his authority and hoping a divided and dithering Congress will implement his undefined political philosophy. Surprisingly, even yet we don’t know if he’s a Republican, a populist, an autocrat, or just a loose cannon? It doesn’t really matter. The votes have been cast; he is our 45th President. What does matter is that he learns to work within the system that put him in office and has endured for 228 years. Someone needs to tutor him with an updated world-wise Civics 101 course.

 

*It should be noted that a frustrated President Obama used the EO at the end of his lame duck term, but never criticized the judiciary or questioned the authority of Congress.

Presidential Advisor is a Dangerous Fraud…

Take a good look at this face. Remember it. Tell me if you think his history and bio would withstand the extreme vetting called for by the Trump White House and Department of Justice. Today, April 24, 2017, two Democratic lawmakers from New York sent a letter to President Trump asking that he be fired from his position as Deputy Advisor to the President for his anti-Semitic associations and views. I’ve written about him before but think his position as a presidential advisor and new information about his past activities warrants his immediate dismissal.

His name is Sebastian Gorka. Born in London of Hungarian refugee parents, he was educated in London and Budapest. In Budapest he began cultivating a reputation as a counter-terrorism expert though his only military service was a three-year stint in a British Territorial Army reserve unit.

Mr. Gorka moved to Hungary in 1992 and remained there until 2007. While there he aligned himself with Viktor Orbán, the current president, who has been widely criticized for his autocratic removal of democratic checks and balances in the supervision of elections, the judiciary, and the media. While in Hungary, Mr. Gorka married Katherine Cornell, an American steel heiress known for her conservative views. During this 16 year-long tenure in Hungary he was a member of or associated with several anti-Semitic organizations (including Vitez Rend, named for the WWII Nazi-allied leader). In 2007 he was awarded a PhD. from Corvinus University in Budapest (known primarily for its agricultural curriculum and ranked 701 by topuniversities.com.)

One year later, Mr. and Mrs. Gorka moved to the US on the strength of his wife’s citizenship. He was awarded a Green Card and four years later (2012) became a naturalized American. On arrival in the US, the Gorkas associated themselves with ultra-conservative institutions while he padded his resume with a questionable online professorship at Marine Corps University. In 2014 he became National Security Editor at Breitbart News as well as a regular contributor to Fox News.

Sebastian Gorka is an Alt-Right ideologue with no experience in counter-terrorism. His bogus credentials raise serious questions related to the vetting and staffing of the national security apparatus of the White House.

But, to really understand Gorka and his role it is important to understand the rise in autocratic rule in Hungary. This is where Mr. Gorka learned his craft and honed his ideology. It is also the model for what could happen in America under Donald Trump. David Frum’s article How to Build an Autocracy in the March 2017 Atlantic details the methods and outcomes in Hungary and what Steve Bannon envisions when he talks about “deconstructing the administrative state.”

https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2017/03/how-to-build-an-autocracy/513872

Here’s what else you need to know about Sebastian Gorka: His official title is Deputy Assistant to the President of the United States. He is in a position to influence the most uninformed president in American history. His elevation is unprecedented especially when the Trump administration is calling for the “extreme vetting” of immigrants, visa applicants, and refugees.f

In addition to his ultra-conservative activities in the nationalist politics of Hungary, Mr. Gorka has comported himself in a questionable manner since arriving in the US. In December of 2016, notably after the Trump victory, Mr. Gorka was detained at Ronald Reagan International Airport as he tried to carry a 9mm handgun on a commercial flight. One month later was arrested on a charge of reckless driving. He was found guilty when he failed to appear in court on the charge and it was revealed that he had a prior arrest for reckless driving in 2014. So, what was the outcome? Incredulously, in February all charges related to the handgun incident were dismissed. The judge cited Gorka’s six months of good behavior for his decision to dismiss the gun charge.

Two uncontested reckless driving arrests and one attempt to carry a handgun aboard a US airliner in the past 3 years. Charges dismissed? Would another immigrant pass the “extreme vetting” procedures with this record? What about a Syrian doctor who survived the pounding of Aleppo, escaped with his family, walked through Turkey, bought passage to Lesbos on a smuggler’s unseaworthy boat, and now seeks political asylum in the US? We’re told that under the Obama protocol it would take the doctor three years to be approved for a visa. Under Trump’s flawed travel bans, he would be denied the opportunity to even apply.

The story is vintage Trump. The Breitbart connection linked Gorka to Bannon. Bannon was looking for an alt-right voice to include in the administration. Gorka had bogus but high sounding credentials and a rich conservative wife. Bingo! Charges dismissed and the gift of a promotion to Deputy Assistant to the President of the United States. Yes, that’s right, Deputy Assistant to the President of the United States.

Today, two Democratic lawmakers from New York, Eliot Engel and Nita Lowey both Jewish, sent a letter to President Trump asking him to fire Gorka based on his history and affiliations with anti-Semitic associations. I doubt that the president will be moved. My guess is that this is the message Gorka, Bannon, and Trump will send back to the lawmakers and the American people.

Zipless in Nevada

In  Erica Jong’s 1973 novel, Fear of Flying, we were introduced to the “zipless fuck,” a sexual encounter involving two previously unacquainted persons with no emotional commitment.

In Grounded, a play by George Brant, a young woman in an Air Force flight suit tracks a terrorist on the ground 8000 miles away. She’s “flying” a missile-armed drone from her air-conditioned trailer in the Nevada desert. She is prosecuting America’s zipless war.

As an ex-Marine fighter pilot, I resist the conflation of jet pilot and drone operator. Real fighter pilots strap in, light the fire, pull G’s, land on aircraft carriers, and swap sea stories in the Ready Room. In Grounded, the unnamed pilot feels the same way. She’s a hard charging, adrenaline-fueled F-16 driver, but following maternity leave she finds herself assigned as a UAV (unmanned air vehicle) “pilot” in a windowless trailer in the Nevada desert. She is not happy with the assignment. She misses the excitement. She misses “the blue,” but war is changing and she has to deal with it.

Creech Air Force Base is the home of the Unmanned Aerial Vehicle Battlelab. It sits forty-five minutes northwest of the Las Vegas Strip, in the middle of the desert, where real “pilots” flying unmanned drones reconnoiter the battlefields of Afghanistan, Iraq, Pakistan, and Syria and track dangerous insurgents who use these remote locations to evade their enemies.

Today the Air Force has more unmanned drones than manned aircraft in its arsenal. Its use of drones has increased exponentially since America’s wars in the Middle East began 15 years ago. According to Grégoire Chamayou in his 2013 book, A Theory of the Drone, the number of patrols by American armed drones increased by 1200% from 2004 to 2011.

Drone piloting is the ultimate video game, and the Air Force is now acknowledging that it doesn’t take an F-16 pilot to fly one. Today’s cadre of drone pilots now includes rigorously screened enlisted men and women as well as combat trained pilots. It takes two years and $2,600,000 to train a fighter pilot but only ten weeks and $175,000 to train a drone pilot. You do the math.

Nevertheless, despite the fact that “the threat of death has been removed” unmanned vehicle pilots have a surprisingly high burnout rate. Long boring days in a darkened trailer looking at a computer screen has its downside. Pilots have always said their lives are filled with hours of boredom interspersed with moments of stark terror, and while physical danger is missing in that trailer, the job exacts its own emotional toll.

Grounded is only one of several stage and film treatments of the subject. In the film Good Kill (2014) Ethan Hawke plays a drone pilot who questions the ethics of firing missiles in Afghanistan from his trailer in the Nevada desert, and last year (2016) Helen Mirren and Alan Rickman posed similar ethical questions about civilian casualties, chain of command, personal responsibility and other political questions relative to drone warfare in Eye in the Sky.

In the play, our earth-bound “pilot,” though disappointed by her new assignment at first, makes peace with it and takes comfort in living “normally” with her husband and child in Las Vegas. She reminds us again and again that “the threat of death has been removed.” She finds it comforting but ultimately unsatisfying. Soon, life in “the Chair Force” starts to wear her down. She can’t talk to her husband about her work and finds herself unable to isolate the two lives. She begins to humanize the images she sees on her computer screen. Ultimately, like Eye in the Sky, it is a child that causes her ultimate breakdown. She imagines her own child in the crosshairs on her screen.

In a discussion with friends after the play I confessed to having misgivings over the fact that the playwright cast a woman as the pilot. Artistically it works. Mahria Zook, the actress, owned the stage and our attention for 90 minutes without an intermission, displaying a range of emotions from joy to anger to disappointment and ultimately to madness. She was exhausting and impressive.

So what is my problem? I have a feeling that casting a woman in the role made it easier for the audience to relate to the character’s emotional turbulence. Is it because I think women are more emotional? Is it because I believe women are weaker? I don’t think so, but I can’t be sure. All I know is that I was a little distracted and thought the playwright was giving us an easier emotional connection. It would surely have been a different play with a man in the role. Not better, just different.

My experience may be sexist. When I was flying F8’s and A4’s there were no women fighter pilots, and I may have some unacknowledged prejudice about a woman’s ability to yank and crank with the boys. My friend, Bob Gandt, wrote a profile of the Navy’s first woman F-18 pilot and the controversy surrounding her qualifications and eventual death on a carrier approach in his book Bogeys and Bandits. That was 24 years ago. I don’t know the status of women fighter pilots today. Like all pioneers, the first women were deer in the headlights. I hope the culture has changed, but in a testosterone-fueled Ready Room, preparing for a catapult launch, there are bound to be some unreconstructed good old boys.

In the same way that Erica Jong’s zipless fuck wasn’t really free of emotional content, the real life UAV pilots in the Nevada desert often feel conflicted as human targets appear in real life situations – family gatherings, strangers in field of fire, children playing in the street – as they prepare to launch a missile. In a world where young people grow up playing video games, controlling missile-armed drones is the pinnacle – but as the play and movies reveal this game is fraught with moral questions and emotional ups and downs.

The next time you’re looking for spellbinding entertainment, check out Eye in the Sky or Good Kill, good films that explore the moral, psychological, and political implications of our zipless war. If you’re lucky you might find even find a local production of Grounded and experience those feelings in a live theater performance.

Art does illuminate.

(Special thanks to Sara Keats, the dramaturg at SPT, for some of this information)

 

Escaping the Madness

Blue sky, hot weather, cactus, friendly natives, a sensational espresso bar, true Mexican food, and well-maintained bike trails. Tucson is the perfect getaway from the rainy, windy, chilly winter in Seattle. Never mind that we drove 4000 miles to get there and back. It was worth it.

With the electile dysfunction of 2016 and the media’s all-consuming interest in Trump and his band of proto-conservatives, Russian spies, Cypriot money launderers, rapacious Wall Street foreclosers, Alt-Right apologists, de-constructers, de-conflicters, feckless co-conspirators, and ne’er do well family members, it was a relief to struggle out of the swamp and disappear into the real landscape of America.

Like many of our friends, M and I usually jump on an airplane to get as far away from home as possible. We like foreign travel, exotic cuisine, and the sound of other languages, but in the last 18 months we have taken four driving trips in the US – South Florida and the Keys, DC and the Civil War battlefields, Oregon and Northern California, and Tucson and the Southwest – 12 weeks in all. In the process we’ve become devoted road warriors. Interstate highways are the arteries of our surface transportation system but local roads, off the Interstate grid, are its capillaries. That’s where America lives and where you can see it best.

This is California’s central valley in March. It doesn’t get much greener or more beautiful than this.

There’s nothing like a road trip to clear the head. This is the Oregon coast  near the California border.

A quick stop at Indian Wells to check out the best tennis tournament in America.

And, eventually, our arrival in Tucson where we rode, ate, and drank for 10 deliciously hot days.

This margarita and asada en mesquite at Cafe Poca Cosa was our last meal in Tucson and worth every one of the 4000 miles.

Leaving Tucson we drove north and finished the trip off with four national parks – Mesa Verde, Escalante, Arches, and Canyonlands – and a visit with family in Salt Lake City. This view is from Dead Horse Point State Park in Moab.

There’s a lot to be said for a winter vacation, especially in the midst of the turmoil and exhaustion of Trump’s first 100 days. But, turmoil and exhaustion are not good reasons to relax our vigilance. This democracy was hard won and can be hard to maintain, especially when greed, conflicts of interest, and lack of empathy for the population at large are involved. Watch the referendum in Turkey this weekend if you don’t believe it.

“Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.”

(often attributed to Thomas Jefferson but the real provenance is unknown)

 

Old Age and Politics

“Do you know how lucky you are to be old?” This pointed question is asked of a character in a new novel called Our Short History. It’s the story of a woman dying of ovarian cancer who’s writing a letter for her 6-year-old son to read when he turns 18. Read the interview with its author on NPR’s Weekend Edition (Saturday, April 1, 2017). She’s fascinating and so is the story.

More to the point on a personal note, I don’t think I’ve ever seen old and lucky in the same sentence, but it’s true. Most of us have the same familiar complaints about getting older. We don’t see it as a blessing. We kvetch about our aches and pains, lament the doctor visits, wish we could still run marathons, and feel compassion for friends leaving the homes they love for  “retirement communities.” The other day a friend told me when he gets together with peers the conversation almost always begins with an “organ recital” – a list of all their current health problems.

Ms. Grodstein shines a light on the positive aspects of age. She’s reminds those of us who have lived long and well of our good fortune.

Today, M is 20 years older than her mother was when she died of ovarian cancer, and I’m 5 years older than my father was when he died during a heart by-pass operation. If you’re reading this, you’ve probably had some close calls that could have gone either way, but you survived. I don’t “feel” old but I’ll be 80 this year. I’m in the zone.

Nevertheless, I feel lucky to be living in the moment. It may well be the most exciting time in modern American political history and I don’t want to miss any part of it. I want to see how it plays out. I want to know if Donald J. Trump will self-destruct? Will he do something totally crazy like preemptively strike North Korea? Will Congress turn against him? Will there be a palace coup? Will he be impeached? I have renewed energy and focus because the times are so volatile. I think about the future, not mine, but my grandchildren’s. It’s problematic. It could go either way.

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So far, the Age of Trump is the story of the gang that couldn’t shoot straight. They’ve been shooting at anything that moves or tweets. We need to take their guns and Twitter accounts away and put some adults in charge.

Where in God’s name were they when this cabinet was put together? I’m reminded of the line in Raiders of the Lost Ark; “Why did it have to be snakes?” This White House is full of snakes. There are a couple of adults, mostly military men, at the table, but it’s full of little snakes like Stevie Miller and Ezra Cohen-Watnick who want to play with the big boys but don’t have the chops, and big snakes like Wilber Ross, Tom Price, and Steve Bannon, the real Dark Knight, who sends Little Stevie out on Sunday morning to test the waters and snarl at the cameras while delivering empty threats about keeping dangerous foreigners out of the country.

Recent events have been a mixed blessing. I love the “now” excitement of a good joke or mystery and the Trump administration is rife with both. There’s the paranoid, pathological liar at the helm. There are his connections to the Evil Empire (many and murky), the trophy princess in the NY Tower, missing tax returns, the rise and fall of Steve Bannon, Sebastian Gorka’s fraudulent Hungarian counter-intelligence credentials, Erik Prince’s clandestine hook-up in the Seychelles, the Frequent Flier diplomacy of Jared Kushner, the empty portfolio of Rex Tillerson (chosen Secretary of State because “he looks the part”), the rape of the EPA by Scott Pruitt, the Inspector Clouseau antics of Devin Nunes and the House Intelligence Committee (oxymoron), the color of Sean Spicer’s suit (how inappropriate), and The Donald’s defense of Bill O’Reilly. So many jokes and mysteries to choose from.

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But, last week there was a sliver of light; I was encouraged on Tuesday morning when H.R. McMaster, the National Security Advisor, booted Bannon off the National Security Council’s principles committee. That was one for the grown ups. The next day there was a Bannon/Kushner dust up where Big Steve called globe-girdling Jared a “Democrat.” Big mistake. Steve, you don’t want to be pissing off the 45th President’s son-in-law. Remember what happened to Chris Christie?

Then, amidst all the White House turmoil, a real crisis arrived in the form of a horrific nerve gas attack on Syrian men, women, and children – all non-combatants.

Thanks be to God it didn’t happen in the first two weeks of the Trump presidency when Flynn was talking about Hillary’s child trafficking ring and Puddy Pudzer was defending his spousal abuse while trying to explain the “slutberger” marketing campaign at Carl’s Jr. The new administration was up to its ears then.

Fortunately, the grown-ups took control of the Syrian situation over the weekend, and Friday night American firepower, in the form of 59 Tomahawk missiles, devastated the Syrian airfield where the poison gas attack originated. America delivered a “proportional” response that is drawing good reviews from our allies and rebukes from Russia and Iran. Kudos to Trump for taking the adults’ advice. H.R. McMaster and James Mattis took charge while Steve Bannon was licking his wounds in the Executive Washroom and DJT was showing off to the Premier of China at Mar al Lago.

It can only be hoped that, unlike his speech to the joint houses of Congress, he doesn’t Tweet some crazy conspiratorial nonsense and spoil the appearance of good judgment and presidential decisiveness.

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Yes, I do know how lucky I am to be old. Dickens opening lines in The Tale of Two Cities is eerily applicable to what’s happening today:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

It’s a great time to be alive.