Fool Sovereignty

Sometime between now and the June 30th deadline for handing over “full sovereignty” to the new Iraqi government, some American representative will have to walk into the Iraqi desert and count the grains of sand, to make sure they’re all handed over. The unlucky bureaucrat assigned to this task can use neither supercomputer nor statistical modeling method; the only tools allowed will be a pencil, notebook and magnifying glass. It may sound absurd, but is it any more absurd than anything else going on in Iraq these days?

The new government is announced and three of the top five spots have gone to members of the now-disbanded Iraqi Governing Council, the discredited puppets of the American occupiers. The new prime minister, Iyad Allawi, is a Shi’ite, a former member of Saddam’s Ba’ath Party and a longtime fixture on the CIA payroll. The new president is a symbolic man for a symbolic office. Sheik Ghazi al-Yawar is a Sunni Arab who grew up in Mosul, a northern city near Kurdish territory and is a leader of the Shammar tribe, which has many Shi’ite members. He spent much of the past 20 years in Saudi Arabia, which will come in handy on the oil front.
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If I Had a Million Dollars

Ads for the New York State lottery, beamed across Lake Champlain, feature groups of people singing, “If I had a million dollars, I would buy you a house.” The idea, of course, is to convince several million people to buy a lottery ticket. The odds of winning a million-dollar lottery are something on the order of one in 15 million, but the purpose of the commercial is to get you to daydream about all the things you could buy if you had a million dollars.

So, let’s daydream, but realistically. If you win a million-dollar lottery, you don’t get a million dollars, at least not all at once. You get $50,000 a year for 20 years. After taxes, you’d probably take home $35,000 a year. It’s nothing to scoff at, but it won’t buy you the mansion and the limo and the yacht. You could probably buy a nicer car and a bass boat, but if you’re the primary breadwinner for your family, you won’t be able to give up your day job.
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How Far Up? For How Long?

The two questions that most urgently need answers in the Iraq torture scandal are: How far up and for how long? How far up the chain of command did authorization of torture go and how long has this been sanctioned practice?

The trickle of testimony on this subject has become a stream; next week it will likely become a torrent and by mid-June, a flood. The Bush administration is offering a handful of soldiers for courts martial. It’s impossible that responsibility ends there. Congressional representatives have been shown 1,800 photos of torture. Given the unlikelihood that all torture was photographed, it wold be logistically impossible for seven people to generate that much torture in the evening hours, after supervisors were off duty.
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The Fuse is Burning

Last year, George W. Bush told us the U.S. had to invade Iraq to prevent Saddam Hussein from using weapons of mass destruction. Later we learned there were no weapons of mass destruction and that the Bush administration had twisted facts to make it seem as if there were. This year, Mr. Bush told us we invaded Iraq to establish a democracy that would be a model for the Middle East. Now we know our soldiers have been torturing, sodomizing, beating, raping and killing people in Iraqi prisons, the same Iraqi prisons Mr. Hussein used for the same purposes. Whatever the White House decides to do next, one thing it should NOT do is put forth another rationale for the Iraq invasion and occupation.

The problem with the U.S. Army torturing prisoners is not that it is misdeeds of a handful of renegades; it’s the opposite. Torture, humiliation, disrespect and degradation are standard operating procedure – you won’t find it written in any manual, but it is policy nonetheless and has been for every tyrant’s army from Caesar to Cromwell to Bush.
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Hard to Believe

When my friend Lynn was in college, a history professor assigned her to research the Holocaust by reading microfilms of American newspapers from the 1930s and 40s. Although many people claimed to have been shocked to discover in the spring of 1945 that Nazi Germany had sent the bulk of Europe’s Jews into a system of slave labor and death camps, Lynn found a good deal of the story had been reported in the American press – a piece here and a piece there over the course of years. Perhaps it was the fault of newspaper editors, that none of them gave a reporter time to put all the pieces together in a comprehensive whole, perhaps the problem was human nature, no one wanted to look beyond a limited, occasional report to learn the whole, horrible truth.

An anthropologist might argue that it is human nature to shield ourselves from uncomfortable truths, that there is an evolutionary advantage to doing so. In 1991, journalists Allan Nairn and Amy Goodman traveled to East Timor to report on the oppression of the Timorese by Indonesia. They were looking for trouble and they found it, getting caught in the middle of a massacre of Timorese civilians by Indonesian troops. Mr. Nairn reports that as this awful event unfolded around him, his mind refused to accept the evidence of his senses. At first he thought the soldiers were just trying to intimidate the crowd when they raised their rifles. Even as they started firing, Mr. Nairn’s mind told him they must be shooting blanks – surely no one would shoot unarmed civilians. The people falling to the ground must be frightened or hysterical, he thought. Only when he saw blood pouring from bodies would Mr. Nairn’s mind finally accept the fact that people were being murdered before his eyes.
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Dude, Where’s My Nuke?

I graduated from high school 25 years ago next month. I doubt I’ll go to the reunion, but a quarter-century is an appropriate vantage point for a backward glance. Jimmy Carter was president then, his reputation has traveled several full circles since. Gas cost 80 cents a gallon, the Cold War was still on, the Soviet Union was just beginning to sink into a quagmire in Afghanistan. In Vernon, Vermont, workers at the Vermont Yankee nuclear reactor placed two pencil-sized pieces of broken fuel rod into a containment pool; no one has seen them since.

This may or may not be the story of the 25-year absence of a nuclear fuel rod, the absence may have only been five or ten years. We don’t know how long the fuel rod has been missing, we only learned it was missing last week. This story is about hubris, a radioactive form of pride.
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The Computer Ate My Vote

I’m in Canton, Ohio this week to attend the annual shareholders’ meeting of Diebold, Incorporated, the leading manufacturer of touch-screen voting machines that don’t work. I’m not a shareholder; I’m an unwelcome guest. I’ll explain why shortly.

After the fiasco that was the 2000 presidential election in Florida, Congress passed, and George W. Bush signed, the Help America Vote Act. (Those two developments alone should have put us on our guard.) The ostensible purpose of HAVA was to provide states with federal funds to upgrade obsolete voting technology. No sooner had the bill passed than state and local election officials were inundated by high-pressure sales reps from vendors of touch-screen voting machines.

Secretaries of state and boards of election were carried away on a schmoozy tide of extravagant promises – Faster and more accurate vote tallies! Ballots can be displayed in several languages! No hanging chads, pregnant chads, swinging chads! No confusing butterfly ballots that cause people to vote for Pat Buchanan!
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