Can't beat that...

That's me, grrray, at PokerStars with the best possible hand. Yeah. Bring it.

Now if only I were playing for meaningful stakes...

"The Torture Report": Inspiring?

On the Media had a brief interview today with Larry Siems, the principle author of an ACLU project that hopes to create an accessible narrative about post-9/11 anti-terrorist activities from thousands of pages of documents the ACLU obtained through the Freedom of Information Act.

When I heard about the project, I was prepared to be depressed--especially when I heard the title: The Torture Report. I expected something along the lines of Mayer's The Dark Side.

There's good reason to be depressed, of course. The Torture Report's first chapter--all that is written so far, I understand--begins its narrative with events of Sept. 17, 2001, the day that President Bush signed a secret directive authorizing secret interrogation facilities. Also, at that time, Bush Administration lawyers wrote a memo declaring that the president may use the military on U.S. territory--in defiance to Congress, who, while granting the president authorization to use force in Afghanistan, had just refused to grant him that power.

I was pleasantly surprised, however, to hear Siems announce that he was, in fact, inspired by what he found when sifting through the mountains of documents: "There are an abundance of characters," he said, "who exhibit extraordinary courage and conscience along the way in this story--more than we ever knew."

In the interview, he reads the account of one interrogator, for example, who stood up to Special Forces troops who were harrassing--if that's quite the word for the fear they inflicted--a prisoner she was interrogating. This interrogator concludes her account with a defense of the Geneva Conventions: "if I don't honor it," she said, "what right to I have to expect any other military to do so?"

A month later, President Bush signed an order declaring that the Geneva Conventions do not apply to Al Qaeda or Taliban prisoners.

Siems' discovery--and the insight that I hope The Torture Report gets across--is that while a lot of really bad things were going on, there were, as Siems puts it, "so many people who looked at the same set of facts about the threats that we face and never moved in this direction, and when others moved in this direction they objected. We as a country owe it to those people to look at the whole story and to honor what they've done."

I want to hear more stories like this--not because I think people like Mayer are wrong (I reviewed her book favorably awhile back), or that they are focused on the wrong things, or anything like that. On the contrary, we need to look unblinking at what happened, in part to hold responsible parties to account, and in part to ensure that such abuses can't happen again.

But I do want to honor those who resisted the Dark Side. And I'm heartened to know that it was more than just a few brave people who did so.

Autism's Subtle Aches

Just about two years ago, our youngest son was diagnosed with autism. We were actually pretty fortunate; my wife had noticed tiny clues early on--earlier even than an official diagnosis was possible--so we'd already been receiving help. And he tested "high" on the spectrum--indeed, the doctor said that he was in a small percentage of children that could, with early intervention, come to test "off the spectrum" when they got older.

As diagnoses of autism go, this was a pretty good one, making it easy for me to slip into a subtle form of something akin to denial--not denial exactly, since I understood and accepted the diagnosis, but something like it: a denial of the importance of the diagnosis. Call it willful ignorance, for lack of a better term.

Shortly after, Oprah aired a special about families living with autism. I originally planned to skip it, since I'm not a huge Oprah fan--and anyway, I figured it wouldn't really apply to my situation.

I did end up watching it, though. At this distance, almost two years later, it's almost fascinating to see how well I insulated myself from understanding the effects of autism on these families. Denial and ignorance make truly effective armor.

I remember one father, though, weeping into the camera and saying, "I just want to hear him say Daddy." I should have identified with him, being a father myself. But all I could think was, "Daddy? Really?" Of all the things to be concerned about--all the difficulties facing the child, and his brother, and the family--that seemed about the most selfish possible.

And then, just a few weeks ago, I was at the mall, sitting on a bench in a play area, watching my two boys climbing little play structures, chasing each other, jumping down from what must have been for them great heights. And my boy, the boy with autism, turned to me and shouted in his four-year-old, speech-delayed voice, "Look at me, Daddy! Watch me!"

And right then, sitting on that bench in the mall, I thought of that father on Oprah, and found myself crying for him, and for me, and for the ways that autism insinuates itself into even the most simple moments.

A Five Year Old Reviews His Daddy's Band

Last night, toward the end of dinner, I played my old band The Reign’s album, Back from Euphoria.* It was more than just a matter of nostalgia; the band has decided to get together and do a reunion concert for the 20th anniversary of the album’s release. I thought it might be a good idea to see if I remember any of the songs. (I remembered all but two.)

Highlights from my conversation with my son:

HIM: That’s you on guitar?
ME: That’s me on guitar.
HIM: Were you good?
ME: (beat) Well, I was good for the band.
HIM: I think you’re really good.
ME: (beams)

HIM: Is that you singing?
ME: No, that’s Harold. He was the singer.
HIM: Did you sing?
ME: I sang back up with Travis.
HIM: Travis is in your carpool.
ME: No, that’s a different Travis.
HIM: Does he sing too?

HIM: Is that you singing?
ME: No, not yet.
(Repeat at least a dozen times)
ME: Hear those high notes? That’s me.
HIM: What high notes?

HIM: Did you know how to drive a car when you were in this band?

HIM: You played all loud and fast songs.
ME: No, there’s a slow song on there somewhere.
HIM: You played rock and roll, right? I like rock and roll.
ME: Yes.

HIM: I like your band better than the Beatles.
ME: O.o

I’ll admit it made me feel pretty good. It’s always nice to earn the respect of one’s son.

And then he went outside to perform his favorite Jonas Brothers songs.

Sigh.

*Yes, that's a link to Amazon.com, but you can hear the songs free at the band's Facebook page.

Confirmed: The Dark Side

About a month ago, I blogged a bit about Jane Mayer’s The Dark Side. I was convinced by her argument, but one always wonders about them there journalists and their godless liberal agendas....

Enter the U.S. Senate’s Report of the Committee on Armed Services, dated Nov. 20, 2008 – about four months after Mayer’s book was published – which was just put up on the Senate’s website.

I’ll need some time to slog through the 263-page document, but I found this nugget in the Executive Summary. There’s a lot packed into one short paragraph, so savor it:

The abuse of detainees in U.S. custody cannot simply be attributed to the actions of “a few bad apples” acting on their own. The fact is that senior officials in the United States government solicited information on how to use aggressive techniques, redefined the law to create the appearance of their legality, and authorized their use against detainees. Those efforts damaged our ability to collect accurate intelligence that could save lives, strengthened the hand of our enemies, and compromised our moral authority. This report is a product of the Committee’s inquiry into how those unfortunate results came about.

This is pretty much Mayer's thesis.

Score one for the journalist....

Bumper sticker lulz

I saw a bumper sticker that made me laugh today, so I scraped my memory for others I've found funny. I don't do them, but if I did, all but one of these would have a chance to appear on my car's behind. (Can you guess which one might not make it?)

1. WWJB (Who Would Jesus Bomb?)


2. Eschew Obfuscation.


3. What if the Hokey Pokey really is what it's all about?


4. I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous.


5. Ignorance is apparently bliss.


6. Sarah Palin 2012: You Betcha!


7. Always remember you are unique, just like everyone else.


8. Visualize whirled peas.


9. That was Zen. This is Tao.

Book Review: The Dark Side

Jane Mayer sums up her book on "The Inside Story of How the War on Terror Turned into a War on American Ideals" with the opinion of Phillip Zelikow, a historian and lawyer who had been Executive Director of the bipartisan 9/11 Commission and then aide to Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice. His view:

In time, [Zelikow] predicted, the Bush Administration's descent into torture would be seen as akin to Roosevelt's internment of Japanese Americans during World War II. It happened, he believed, in much the same way, for many of the same reasons. As he put it, "Fear and anxiety were exploited by zealots and fools." (335)

The Dark Side describes this "descent into torture." It's a disturbing look at the way "zealots and fools" in the Bush Administration – folk like Cheney, Addington, and Rumsfeld, along with a slew of people seduced or bullied by their rhetoric (it's hard to say where Bush falls in this list – driving policy, or seduced by it) – created quasi-legal justifications for the use of torture against suspected terrorists – many, if not most, of whom were innocent, sometimes obviously so – and then subverted Congress's and the Supreme Court's attempts to reign in the abuses.

Mayer's title comes from an appearance by Cheney on Meet the Press just a few days after 9/11 (Sept. 16, 2001, to be precise):

"We'll have to work sort of the dark side, if you will," Cheney explained.... "We've got to spend time in the shadows in the intelligence world. A lot of what needs to be done here will have to be done quietly, without any discussion, using sources and methods that are available to our intelligence agencies – if we are going to be successful. That's the world these folks operate in. And, uh , so it's going to be vital for us to use any means at our disposal basically, to achieve our objective." (9-10)

I'm embarrassed to admit that in the immediate shadow of 9/11, I wouldn't have been too dismayed by such rhetoric. The "fear and anxiety" that Zelikow points to, and the sense of helplessness, made it easy to want a strong response, even one that dealt with the bad guys on their terms. But, like many, I (finally!) grew increasingly uncomfortable when bits and pieces of what this "dark side" comprised found its way into the press: the "black sites" (secret CIA prisons), "extraordinary rendition" (exporting suspects to countries know to use torture), Guantánamo and its lack of due process for "unlawful enemy combatants," and – of course – Abu Ghraib.

Even so, I had no clue about the breadth and depth of the Administration's disregard for the rule of law. The problem is that any one of these issues, though raising serious concern, could be dismissed as a mistake, maybe even a right-minded one. But Mayer's book brings all these issues together, building a narrative that demonstrates a concerted expansion and abuse of executive power that flouted international law – not to mention U.S. law and the Constitution that executive power is supposedly sworn to uphold.

Waterboarding offers a good case study for what I'm talking about here. There was lots of discussion – in Congress, in the press – about whether or not waterboarding should be considered torture. Some people decried the practice unequivocally; for example, though I'm not a fan, John McCain made his opposition perfectly clear, even while other Republican candidates waffled around him:

All I can say is that it was used in the Spanish Inquisition, it was used in Pol Pot's genocide in Cambodia, and there are reports that it is being used against Buddhist monks today [in Myanmar].... It is not a complicated procedure. It is torture." (171)

Others supported waterboarding, in theory and/or practice, arguing that – in carefully supervised conditions, or with a short enough duration, or with the right motives – it does not rise to the level of torture and should therefore be part of U.S. interrogators' arsenal.

Mayer's book, though, suggests that this focus on waterboarding actually served as a distraction. Alberto Mora – General Counsel of the Navy and, in fact, a strong Bush supporter – reviewed transcripts of one interrogation and concluded that the media "focused too narrowly" on allegations of torture, especially on waterboarding (the "sine qua non of criminality"). The problem, for Mora, is the notion of "state-sanctioned cruelty":

"If cruelty is no longer declared unlawful, but instead applied as a matter of policy, it alters the fundamental relationships of man to government. It destroys the whole notion of individual rights. The Constitution recognizes that man has an inherent right, not bestowed by the state or laws, to personal dignity, including the right to be free of cruelty. It applies to all human beings, not just in America – even those designated as 'unlawful enemy combatants.' If you make this exception, the whole Constitution crumbles." (219)

Focusing attention on waterboarding drew attention away from larger, more important issues, both at a macro and a micro level. At the micro level, it drew attention away from the (appalling) laundry lists of sanctioned interrogation techniques, in which each item might pass muster, but in combination with others – often the practice – clearly crossed the line. (I must emphasize that each item might pass muster; many items in these lists are decried by human rights groups as being clearly examples of torture.) And at the macro level, it drew attention away from deeper human rights questions about whether we even want to be playing in the neighborhood of what Mora called "cruelty" – and not cruelty in an abstract, touchy-feely sense, but as a Constitutional issue of human rights.

As with the issue of waterboarding, it's easy to get lost in individual issues – losing sight of the forest, as the cliché goes, for the trees. Mayer's book brings the forest into focus, highlighting patterns that can only materialize when seen in relationship to a larger set of issues.

In the end, Mayer convinced me that historian Arthur Schlesinger Jr. is right:

When asked what he thought of President Bush's policy on torture, he peered over his glasses and paused [ah, purple prose!]. Schlesinger's The Imperial Presidency had described Richard Nixon as pushing the outer limits of presidential power.... With his trademark bow tie askew, Schlesinger considered, and finally said, "No position has done more damage to the American reputation in the world – ever." (9)

Book Review, sort of: A Scanner Darkly

I'm not going to review Philip K. Dick's A Scanner Darkly, other than to say that if you haven't read it, you should. It's a wonderful mix of humor, pathos, and paranoia — and Dick's paranoia is among the best, up there with Delillo's and Pynchon's.

(Speaking of Pynchon: unlike The Disappeared, which I reviewed earlier, Dick's prose does not suffer from being read while still working through Against the Day.)

Instead, I'm going to take a look at how A Scanner Darkly caused me to re-examine a position I've held (and taught) for some time about what critical theorists call the "expressive theory" of writing or, more generally, art.

Ask students what writing is, and the majority will fall squarely within this "expressive" theory: writing is expressing your feelings, presenting your ideas, showing what you think, etc. (And yes, they almost always use the second person pronoun.)

Students, whether they know it or not, are largely 19th-century Romantics.

In a comp class, the expressive theory is seen most clearly when students say, "I know what I want to say; I just can't find the words." This complaint assumes that they have their idea preformed, ready, just waiting to be spilled out onto the page, and if they could just find the words to match up with that idea, to ex-press it, to press it out, then their thoughts would be accurately reflected on the page, and the reader would know what they think. And, of course, they'd automatically get an "A."

Now, I suppose there are instances where finding the words really is the problem. A Spanish speaker, for example, may have well-formed ideas in Spanish but not be able to get them down in English. But for the most part, I don't buy it. Students often can't find the words to match their thoughts because their thoughts aren't clear enough to find words to match them – even assuming language is up to that task.

In Creative Writing, it's no different. Poems are meant to express your feelings, so the trick is simply to find the words that do that. Yet even in narrative or drama, where students are consciously working in fiction, students will say, as one said this semester, that no matter how hard you try, when you write, a part of you will be revealed in the writing. So don't buck it, bucko. Write, as the adage goes, what you know.

Express yourself.

One of the most important things I offer as an English instructor — more important than issues of organization, or clarity, or focus, and certainly more important than mechanics or grammar — is the theoretical view that writing is not merely expression.

Of course, I'm not saying that writing is never expression. But students need to understand that writing can be — and, I would argue, almost always is — much more. Writing is thinking; we think by writing. Putting words on the page, whether by pen or word processor, is the process of thinking. Students need to see themselves as working through their ideas, not merely reflecting them.

Why is this distinction so important? After all, if a student "works through" her thoughts, the resulting writing subsequently expresses those thoughts, right?

There are several answers to this, but the one that I find most compelling involves issues of self-esteem and self-efficacy. Understanding that we think by writing can free students from that "stupid" feeling — expressed (yes, expressed) in that complaint I mentioned earlier: that they know what they want to say but just can't find the words to say it. Instead of believing that their struggle with language confirms that they just are "no good at English," for example, students can see that their language will struggle most when they are grappling with new, complex, or sophisticated thoughts. Bad writing becomes a sign of growth, not inadequacy.

Clean, clear, concise poetry or prose thus may express deep and provocative thought, and with the best authors, who make writing look effortless, it's probably true. But it also may express shallow, cliched, and stale thought. Student writing, in my view, should struggle.

But the problem is not merely that the expressive view is generally wrong; it serves as a bad excuse. Students write bad poems and then dodge criticism by saying, "But that's what I felt." Memoirs, or short stories written from personal experience, remain beyond critique because "that's how it happened." And so on.

I hit this pretty hard in my classes by designing writing assignments that force students not to write about themselves, and by challenging the expressive theory whenever it raises its head. And I rarely, if ever, regret doing so.

Enter A Scanner Darkly, which Dick announces explicitly arises from personal experience. In fact, in his afterword, he announces, "I myself, I am not a character in the novel; I am the novel."

Talk about hackles rising. This seems to challenge everything I try to instill in my students. It took a couple weeks – and writing this blog entry – to realize that the "rules" I'm inscribing in my class aren't really rules at all; they are guidelines or suggestions, and as such should be tested, challenged.

Basically, I lost sight of the pedagogical nature of my position. It took A Scanner Darkly to remind me that I don't want so much to squelch self-expression as simply to expand beyond the "bad excuse" reflex that discourages revision or openness to critique.

A Scanner Darkly does feel like it expresses a life – and it does so better than just about any biography, autobiography, or memoir that I've read, despite its departures from the conventions of realism. The skilled writer, I am reminded, need not fear expression.

And since a number of my students are, in fact, quite skilled, perhaps I need to fear it a bit less as well.

Republican Kitsch

I don't really want to say much about the Republicans right now. I'm bemused by the popularity of Limbaugh, who was just awarded "Defender of the Constitution" at CPAC 2009. And then there's the charge that Congressional Republicans' refusal to play nicely somehow marks a failure on Obama's part to fulfill his promise of bi-partisanship.

John Taplin's comments on Dying Conservative Intellect help clear things up for me. I especially enjoyed--in both the sense of anagnorisis and, frankly, gloating--his comments on how conservatism has degenerated into Kitsch:

When the best selling intellectual tract at the CPAC show is written by Joe the Plumber, one can posit that the intellectual movement called conservatism has evolved into "Kitsch"--"a creative gesture that merely imitates the superficial appearances of thought (via repeated conventions and formula), thus, it is uncreative and unoriginal." The great Milan Kundera described Kitsch this way.

Kitsch functions by excluding from view everything that humans find difficult with which to come to terms, offering instead a sanitized view of the world, in which "all answers are given in advance and preclude any questions".

In its desire to paper over the complexities and contradictions of real life, kitsch, Kundera suggested, is intimately linked with totalitarianism. In a healthy democracy, diverse interest groups compete and negotiate with one another to produce a generally acceptable consensus; by contrast, "everything that infringes on kitsch," including individualism, doubt, and irony, "must be banished for life" in order for kitsch to survive.

Amen.

Reverse Discrimination?

Credit to my wife, who caught this in the ads of our local paper, The Union.

Palin 2012: You Betcha!

A colleague in my English Department stumbled across this pin on his way into his local grocery store. I'm afraid it's just the type of thing I fall in love with, for so many reasons--not the least of which is my uncertainty about whether or not it's actually serious.

So a-googling I went to find a copy of the pin I could call my own. No luck--though I did find a surprising amount of "Palin 2012" paraphernalia available: T-shirts with pics of the lovely governor looking pensively (dare I say, presidentially?) into the distance, the White House in the background; pins with "Palin 2012" emblazoned over the silhouette of a moose; "You betcha!" bumper stickers.

I also learned, with equal parts astonishment, horror, and delight, that there is an actual movement to get this woman into the White House.

Even more astonishing, horrifying, and delightful: this is not--I repeat, not--merely the cravings of a lunatic fringe.

Last November, the Rasmussen poll found that 64% of Republicans identified Palin as their choice for the 2012 presidential nominee--with Huckabee and Romney, her closest contenders, at 12% and 11% respectively. A Gallup poll agreed: 67% of Republicans and Republican-leaning independents said they would like to see Palin run for president in 2012. (In the Gallup poll, respondents were not asked to choose among possible candiates, so Romney and Huckabee fared better--62% and 61%, respectively. But they still trailed her.)

As of last week, some of the glow may have faded a bit, but Rasmussen still found that a majority of Republicans (55%) and of Evangelical Christians (57%) think Palin should be the role model for the Republican party in the future.

So is the "Dream Comes True" pin serious or ironic? I found both answers unsatisfying. On the one hand, in perhaps most other contexts, it would be pretty clearly insulting. On the other hand, I have seen her and her fans embrace much of this image--check out the Sarah Palin 2012 calendar given out as a free gift with a subscription to the conservative rag "Newsmax."

Palin is the moose-hunting hockey mom, giving her Thanksgiving interview while some guy slaughters a turkey behind her, championing our country's proud Joes (Six-Pack, the Plumber, etc.)--the straight-talking maverick from the proud state of Alaska. (And, too, she was a beauty queen...)

In the end, a History colleague of mine clarified it for me: the pin is probably meant ironically, but there is a group of her followers who might not find it so.

Ah, ambiguity.

P.S. Thanks to that English colleague who saw my distress at not being able to find the pin, and who generously gave it to me. It now leans proudly against my SWAT Team sno-globe--which, of course, plays a music box version of Bach's lovely "Minuet in G."

Book Review: The Disappeared

Kristine Kathryn Rusch's The Disappeared: A Retrieval Artist Novel is one of those science fiction books that I don't regret having read, but I probably wouldn't recommend it to others. Its heart is right: it sets up an interesting (and troubling) premise and drops the premise into a futuristic detective story. Unfortunately, the execution is a bit weak; Rusch just isn't that great a writer -- at least, she wasn't in 2002, when this novel was published. But The Disappeared is the first novel of a series, and I liked it enough to give the series a second try. Maybe she's improved.

It's probably not fair, either, that I listened to this book while still in the middle of Pynchon's latest. Anything read under such circumstance is bound to suffer.

The premise of Rusch's novel, as I said, is strong: multicultural tribunals and treaties among humans and at least 3 alien races have set up a situation where humans may be subject to (from the human perspective) extremely harsh penalties for (again, from the human perspective) minor or unintentional crimes. At its best, science fiction dramatizes ambiguous ethical situations just like this one. A great dramatization avoids preaching and keeps all sides of the ethical ambiguity fully in place -- a sci-fi version, I suppose, of Keats's negative capability. And for the most part, and through most of The Disappeared, Rusch succeeds.

In the end, though, the author seems to come down sqaurely on the side of the humans. Of course, it's hard to disagree, if only because we as readers are, on the whole, ourselves human.

But the ultimate erasure of ethical ambiguity isn't simply a matter of author/reader ethnocentrism. The real problem lies with a competing insistence on keeping the aliens alien. The reader gets the story of what "crimes" these humans-on-the-lam have committed, but it's all filtered through other humans. This isn't right, the main characters -- humans on the run from this harsh justice, or the two detectives suddenly faced with a rash of what might be called extradition orders -- continually conclude, and the only exposure we get to the aliens' perspective comes through translators who interpret not only the words but the motives of the aliens.

The insistence on the aliens' status as alien is admirable. I hate works that come to the conclusion that deep down we're all the same. But a side effect of this insistence is an inability to get beyond the ethocentrism that, at least in the case of this novel, is at the heart of the book's ethical exploration. In the end, as sci-fi is often accused of being, The Disappeared is a profoundly conservative book.

Ten Songs I Wish I'd Written

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
You May Be Right - Billy Joel (only a lot louder)
Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode
Last Plane Out - Toy Matinee
No More Mr. Nice Guy - Alice Cooper
Theme from The Pink Panther - Henry Mancini
Air on the G String - Bach (no jokes about the title, please)
Monkey Dance - T-Bone Burnett
Watching the Detectives - Elvis Costello
Bridge over Troubled Water - Simon and Garfunkel

Scooby-Doo? Where are you?

I was looking over my five year old's shoulder as he watched some WBKids! online. He stumbled across a new and improved "Shaggy and Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!" He thought it was hilarious.

I wanted to cry.

I hate when new versions destroy the spirit of the old version. (OT: Most egregious example = Tom Cruise's one-man "Mission Impossible," a remake of a show that always emphasized the team. And don't get me started on what they did to Phelps.)

In the Scooby-Doo cartoon, there was an evil scientist--a regular villain on the show, I've learned--who manages to invent an actual invisibility ray... The Mystery Machine has become some sort of morphing thingy--flying, in this case... Scooby snacks are nanotech-enhanced whatevers... Shaggy and Scooby actually accept missions from some robot butler of Uncle Albert...

I can't go on.

This is just wrong. I mention only a few reasons:

• In the original, the gang traveled randomly across the country, stumbling into all kinds of adventures. There were no regular villains--there couldn't be, because the gang was never in the same place twice.
• Actual invisibility? The original Scooby-Doo was about the triumph of Reason. Monsters and goblins and ghosts--oh my!--always turned out to be some mundane human in costume, never anything supernatural or pseudo-scientific. (Wikipedia tells me that this convention was abandoned several iterations of Scooby ago. I shudder.)
• The Mystery Machine was a 70s love van. It got the gang from point A to point B, wherever that turned out to be. I don't remember it ever playing any other role than that. The gang triumphed on their own merits, not from the help of advanced Mystery Machine technology.
• The only power Scooby snacks offered was as a bribe; Scooby's desire to have a snack invariably saved the day. (So maybe the cartoon was not really the triumph of Reason so much as the triumph of Appetite.)
• In the original, Shaggy and Scooby were always cowards. They would never accept a mission. Period. Part of the humor and charm of the original came from them finding themselves in scary situations and rising to the occasion. Sort of.

I weep for the youth of America--nay, the world.

Sleep > Caffeine

Aside from the time it takes, sleep is better than caffeine.