Notes from the underbelly: “Freedom was a word that everyone
mentioned but none of us knew.”
--Colum McCann; Let the Great World Spin; page-131 (2009).
In the autumn of 1976, after a challenging four years of
high school (that has rewarded me many times over), my dad and I packed up the
car and headed down to Lexington, Virginia.
In picking my college, I had focussed on my sense of honor and
gentlemanliness. Washington and Lee was
considered, at least north of the Mason-Dixon Line, to be the southern
gentlemen’s school. Finally, I had found
my element.
Well, not really.
Aside from the fact that I was too self-involved to be a gentleman and still
way too lax for honor, I had a steep learning curve – this one of character –
ahead of me. W.&.L. did restore my
sense of honor, though my near-expulsion finally bred it into me as could
nothing else. My peers seated on the Honor Council treated me with mercy
rather than justice in allowing me to finish.
As if inward challenges were not enough, I had to navigate
my way through my own hypocrisy and that of others. The code of the southern gentleman is awfully
high, far beyond the sense of honor of the average person (e.g., me). That is,
since these southern boys often could not match that standard, they chose to flout
it, often nastily.
Like me, many of those classmates learned the value of
their values by flouting those standards of courtesy and conduct granted them at the outset. Yet, those few southerners – and some
yankees, too – who met this impossibly high standard in college were the best
peer group I have ever known anywhere.
Like Vice President Calhoun’s march of progress, these gentlemen – more
like the ‘natural aristoi’ of Jefferson – marched the rest of us along by their example.
The reason for this diversion is to discuss the darker side
of the challenge to American exceptionalism discussed in these essays. The previous essay looked at the symptoms –
the historical indicators – of the end of the American Century. This essay briefly touches on some inward
symptoms of the cancer inside the American being. Mine is an idiosyncratic view drawn from my
particular experience and evident bias. Obviously, it is open to the three-Rs: rebuttal, resistance and rejection.
Like those few gentleman I came across in college or prep-school –
literally, five or less – I remember well those public servants over the past
decade who have met President Kennedy’s challenge for public service. They are among the best men and women I know;
they are all too few, like any natural élite.
To those in the military or molded by military service, I salute them.
Those in the diplomatic corps do great things, superb things for our country.
While there are more such people than when I was young –
because many grew into their personal honor over time and through challenges imposed by dilemmas – they are still in the minority.
Of the lower ranking officers in the field and the non-coms, I have little to
say. Unless a soldier does something
really dishonest or malevolent – and some certainly do – I presume him to be
honorable because I have seen their humanity first-hand.
As I stated to a U.N. official in Iraq years ago, who stated
that he could not join a foot patrol because he was a ‘humanitarian official', “You
know what? Ninety-eight percent of the humanitarians in this country wear that
that uniform…” while pointing to a nearby lieutenant. Theirs was, and is, a telling example of American exceptionalism, not because they had the guns but because they had the caharacter.
Indeed, 98% of the humanitarians I came across wore the uniform of the U.S. Army, the Bundeswehr or the British and Australian Armies. The response of that ‘humanitarian’ official? In a sotto voce, he stated rather guiltily in French something to the effect, 'Je suis désolé mais je dois garder les apparences, bien qu'elles ne soient pas la réalité.' At least, he was honest in saying he had appearances to keep.
Many civilian officials as well as overstayed and overstuffed staff officers, however, arrogated themselves to some exulted level that furthered their careers. Ambition blights the character of the mediocre, leading to abuses along the chain of command, civilian and military. With each of my four tours, the overall quality of personnel seemed to decline. Of course, there were enough exceptions to this mediocrity to make the work wothwhile. We soon networked together to keep our spirits high enough to finish the tour intact, if not unscathed.
Indeed, 98% of the humanitarians I came across wore the uniform of the U.S. Army, the Bundeswehr or the British and Australian Armies. The response of that ‘humanitarian’ official? In a sotto voce, he stated rather guiltily in French something to the effect, 'Je suis désolé mais je dois garder les apparences, bien qu'elles ne soient pas la réalité.' At least, he was honest in saying he had appearances to keep.
Many civilian officials as well as overstayed and overstuffed staff officers, however, arrogated themselves to some exulted level that furthered their careers. Ambition blights the character of the mediocre, leading to abuses along the chain of command, civilian and military. With each of my four tours, the overall quality of personnel seemed to decline. Of course, there were enough exceptions to this mediocrity to make the work wothwhile. We soon networked together to keep our spirits high enough to finish the tour intact, if not unscathed.
The examples are many, too many for the scope of this brief
essay. The following sample of the things I saw were neither unique to my experience nor were exceptions to the norm:
- blatant theft of intellectual property and plagiarism by U.S. foreign service officers ranging from copying verbatim the content of web-sites and the translation of the intelligence of an allied non-English speaking Army to pass along as one’s own intelligence work;
- little to no monitoring and evaluation by over-worked officers in the Embassy, leading to routine falsification of reports in addition to fraud, waste and abuse;
- foreign service officers dispatching translators or other subordinates to follow and monitor the activities of rivals to undermine them;
- military officials routinely classifying information by no means confidential but embarrassing by casually conflating careers with the larger national security (that such classification is truly intended to protect);
- civilian ‘experts’ billing the U.S. government for twelve-to-sixteen hours per day for twelve-to-sixteen hours per week of actual work, on a good week;
- subject matter experts – so deemed – who defied sensible guidelines and specific instructions of the sovereign governments to experiment with techniques untested and often beyond their fields of knowledge; as well as,
- Defense Department civilian and military planners charting out the course of Iraq without ever speaking with host-country nationals seriously and hardly ever leaving the base…ever.
In essence, ‘we’ (i.e., those of us serving in these war
zones, mostly for the money) had disappointed our presidents and those compatriots
paying our salaries through their taxes.
If the nation can not manage to summon up enough intellectually honest
and financially prudent civilians and staff officers to support those younger brothers and sisters
in uniform, one must wonder if ‘whole-of-government’ interventionism is an
option for American exceptionalism or an excuse for a procurement boom.
Serving my country – and some of the things I did do, both
small and notable – has had a supreme, if too long deferred, value in my life. Despite my personal struggles in Iraq and
Afghanistan, I really believe my country sincerely sought to do the ‘next right thing’ for those
beleaguered peoples; President Bush will always be a personal hero to me. This world is better for America being in it; America is likely better for President Bush having led it; and, America may be ever so slightly better for me being here.
Nevertheless, if the country regards its youngest warriors
as the Sunday morning clean-up crews minding the detritus left behind by policy failures and poor decisions of civilian or staff military leadership; if
most of the civilians who serve in these war-time capacities are mediocre or
worse; if adventurism is pursued for the bottom-line of defense contractors and
USAID implementing partners, the mission is already lost and it is time to
re-group and re-think and not groupthink.



