January 9, 2007
Hal Crowthers -- a writer worth reading
I'm going to be featuring three writers-reporters this week who talent jumps off the screen. Enjoy.
The name Hal Crowthers was
unfamiliar to me prior to stumbing across this essay in Illinois Times.
The man can write as the following includes vivid commentary on George
Bush and the Republicans, the catastrophe in Iraq, Democrats, James
Carville, lobbyists, big oil, Enron, Jon Tester and rural poverty
elegantly attests. He seems connected in some ways to the great
Wendell Berry. Cozy up to this column and feel yourself coming alive
with his mastery.
The jig is up We'll remember November, when our hopes were dashed - and rekindled
Hal Crowthers Illinois Times December 14, 2006
November 2006 was a month
that historians will study in minute detail, day by day and headline by
headline, when they attempt to reconstruct the iron chain of misery the
United States has been forging for itself since September 2001
though some will maintain that November 2000, with its still-disputed
presidential election, was the actual beginning of our decline and
fall. If these are historians of a distant future and the nation has
survived, even regained some of the power and prestige it squandered in
this most humiliating of all its military misadventures, their
conclusions will be of great but essentially academic interest. If the
colossus of the 20th century has self-destructed and vanished from the
playing field of history, their chronicles may take on the tragic
grandeur of Homer, Herodotus, and Gibbon. But the truest thing about
the lessons of history is that they are never learned.
Either way, this November
just behind us was the first month since 2001 in which a careful
observer could glimpse any excuse for optimism, not so much for the
midterm elections of Nov. 7, when President George W. Bush lost his
enabling majorities in Congress, but for the month’s last day
historic November 30 when the congenitally self-assured Mr. Bush
stood before us buck naked, stripped of his last pretenses and his last
hope that he could salvage much of anything from the smoldering ruins
of “Operation Iraqi Freedom.” The hateful smirk remained, but with a
rueful little twist to it, and the swagger was gone. Gone with the
president’s majorities was Donald Rumsfeld, his warlord and role model,
whose martial body language had sustained the White House in its last
comforting spasms of make-believe (but who had issued, on the eve of
the election and his own forced resignation, a classified memo
conceding that he and Bush had failed in Iraq). Gone, too
shattered by the oft-maligned Howard Dean was the sinister
prestige of the presidential hand-holder and vote-counter, the
cutthroat Karl Rove, whose universal prescriptions for misdirection,
intimidation, subterfuge, and denial had always served to keep the
truth at bay...
...The charade was over,
even if the bleeding has just begun. This invasion of Iraq was a huge
lie conceived in lies, launched and defended by lies, and mismanaged
hopelessly by deceivers and deceived alike. It dislodged a nasty
dictator that many of these same Republican hypocrites had helped to
establish, supply, and maintain; its result is an apocalyptic
destruction of life, property, infrastructure, and social order that
leaves one of the world’s most ancient civilizations reeling back
toward the Stone Age. Under the pressure of our occupation, certain
modern inhabitants of Mesopotamia revealed themselves as the most
bloodthirsty maniacs who ever set out to please their god with buckets
of their neighbors’ blood. (“That was the only thing that surprised
me,” said a Special Forces captain I met in a bar in Maine, one who
also served in Vietnam. “They hate each other even more than they hate
us.”) The government of the United States revealed itself as the most
arrogant, naïve and incompetent gang of imperialists who ever
botched an occupation and unleashed a genocide...
...Honest historians
will record that a failed government of oil pirates, corporate shills,
chickenhawks, and neocon fantasists was the worst this country ever
endured. But never tell me that Bush and his accomplices, however
history makes hash of them, are getting just what they deserve. What
they deserve was suffered instead by tens of thousands of young men and
women who are dead, maimed, disfigured, and psychologically crippled,
victims of the wretched judgment of politicians whose lame schemes and
pipe dreams (oil pipes, mostly) they struggled to implement and
comprehend. “All we really do,” one young soldier told a reporter from
the Boston Globe, “is drive around here until someone shoots us or
blows us up...”
Go here to read the rest.
Hal Crowther’s book of essays, "Gather at the River," was a finalist for the 2006 National Book Critics Circle prize for criticism. He was the author of “Bring it on,” published in the Nov. 2 edition of Illinois Times.
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