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Just Above Sunset
July 25, 2004: Tin-Foil Hats for Everyone
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Jonathan Raban, a Brit
writing from Seattle, has some thoughts on how the White House's obsession with secrecy has turned America into a nation of
conspiracy theorists. Like it's the fault of the Bush administration that we’re all donning our tin-foil hats?
That’s his argument. I've lost count of the times I've been told - always on excellent, but unnameable authority -
that Osama bin Laden is already in American hands and that the Bush administration is waiting for the right moment to announce
his capture. Well, this is the extreme
alternative to believing that we are led be a wise, articulate, thoughtful and compassionate fellow doing his best. Much the most interesting thing about this last story is the character of my informant - not,
as usual, Jack talking from the barbecue pit, but the sober and conservative New Republic, a magazine fiercely pro-Israel,
which enthusiastically supported the invasion of Iraq. A respected senior editor, John B Judis, is one of the three authors
of the July Surprise? piece in the July 19 issue. Conspiracy theorising is coming out of the internet closet and going
mainstream. Or, to put it another way, conspiracy theorising is fast becoming a legitimate means of reporting on a
government so secretive that unnamed Pakistani security types may well be the best informed sources on the Bush administration's
domestic policies and strategems. So, in the absence of stuff
from our leaders that you can actually believe, given their track record, the resulting vacuum is filled with anything else
that might make sense? Even before September 11, secrecy was this administration's hallmark, as when it invoked the principle
of executive privilege to conceal from public view the proceedings of vice-president Cheney's energy taskforce. After 9/11,
secrecy was advanced, proudly, as a guiding principle for a nation at war. In his address to the joint session of Congress
on September 20 2001, Bush spoke of a new kind of war, "unlike any other we have ever known", that would include "covert operations,
secret even in success." Donald Rumsfeld quoted Winston Churchill to the effect that in war "truth must be protected with
a bodyguard of lies". Dick Cheney talked of a war to be fought "in the shadows: This is a mean, nasty, dangerous, dirty business.
We have to operate in that arena". The great fear, shared by people not customarily given to paranoia, is that the Bush administration
has taken these tactics for conducting a secret, asymmetric war and applied them wholesale to the day-to-day governance of
the US. As my conservative friends
would say, in response to this – so, what’s the problem? And they’d add that there are things it is
better not to know, that good Americans simply trust their government leaders, and, well, when you win power you get to do
what you want – so get over it. As one of them said to me – "What bothers me most about the left is
that they simply cannot trust good people who are doing their best – and they always want to know things that shouldn’t
be made public, probably for good reason. Maybe there are really good reasons we aren’t told a lot of things." To live in America now - at least to live in a port city like Seattle - is to be surrounded by
the machinery and rhetoric of covert war, in which everyone must be treated as a potential enemy until they can prove themselves
a friend. Surveillance and security devices are everywhere: the spreading epidemic of razor wire, the warnings in public
libraries that the FBI can demand to know what books you're borrowing, the Humvee laden with troops in combat fatigues, the
Coast Guard gunboats patrolling the bay, the pat-down searches and x-ray machines, the nondescript grey boxes, equipped with
radio antennae, that are meant to sniff out pathogens in the air. It's difficult to leave the house now without encountering
at least one of these reminders that we are being watched and that we live in deadly peril - though in peril of quite what
is hard to say. The peril? Trust the Bush guys – you REALLY don’t want to know. On May 26 - a black day for sallow-skinned grocers and news vendors - the attorney general, John
Ashcroft, flanked by FBI director, Robert S Mueller, called a press conference to tell the nation of some "disturbing intelligence"
that he'd recently received: preparations for an attack on the mainland US were 90% complete; likely targets included the
upcoming G8 summit in Georgia, July 4 celebrations, and the Democratic and Republican conventions in Boston and New York.
Al-Qaida intended to "hit America hard". Mueller produced seven mugshots - six were of men of, as they say, Middle Eastern
appearance - and told us to keep a sharp lookout for these "armed and dangerous" characters. For a few hours, the country
shivered in anticipation of the horror about to descend on it, and phone lines to the FBI were jammed with excited descriptions
of neighbourhood news vendors and grocers. Yeah, I do remember that
press conference. It was very impressive. Ashcroft's performance confirmed the suspicion held by many that the Bush administration is in
the cynical business of spreading generalised, promiscuous anxiety through the American populace, a sense of imminent but
inexact catastrophe, for reasons that may have little to do with national security and much to do with political advantage.
The zeitgeist is what it
is. No one trusts anyone. This is an extraordinary moment in American history. Half the country - including all the people
I know best - believes it is trembling on the very lip of outright tyranny, while the other half believes that only the Bush
administration stands between it and national collapse into atheism, socialism, black helicopters, and gay marriage. November
2 looms as a date of dreadful consequence. A bumper sticker, popular among the sort of people I hang out with, reads: Bush-Cheney
'04 - The Last Vote You'll Ever Have To Cast. That's funny, but it belongs to the genre of humour in which the laugh is
likely to die in your throat - and none of the people who sport the sticker on their cars are smiling. They are too busy airing
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