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August 20, 2002 9:25 a.m.
Go Down, Carl. The “ethics” dodge. Realer than thou. And more.

ell, well, well. Carl McCall, the likely Democratic gubernatorial nominee in New York, has let it all hang out, religiously. In a church the other day, he “shed his usual reserve and turned to the story of Moses to explain why he is running for governor.” Those are the words of a New York Times report — and if McCall is “reserved,” he is one of the few New York politicians — or politicians anywhere — to be so.



  
Continued this report, “[McCall] told how God called Moses to abandon his comfortable shepherd’s life to do something seemingly impossible — to lead the Jews to freedom. Then Mr. McCall suggested a parallel in his own bid to become the first black governor of the state, after nearly eight years as the state comptroller.”

What McCall said was, “When the Lord calls us to do something important, when the Lord calls us to do something that’s never been done before, the Lord assures us He will be with us. So I feel that the Lord has called me. The Lord has called me to provide the leadership and the direction and the vision that New York State needs.”

A couple of quick — and obvious — points. When a politician tells you he’s on a mission from God, watch out. That sort of messianism is dangerous in politics. Every now and then — a Lincoln as the Civil War brews — fine. But a New York gubernatorial contest in 2002? Gimme a break.

Second, if another politician — one not a black Democrat, for starters — had talked this way, the media establishment would be going nuts. Stark-raving bonkers.

And they wouldn’t be entirely wrong.

The German chancellor, Gerhard Schroeder, has denounced what he calls the coming American “adventure” in Iraq. And so, all systems are normal: Europe condemns Yankee “adventurism” while benefiting from the stability and safety that American military action brings.

Nice.

Wasn’t that an amazing thing Brent Scowcroft did, dumping his anti-intervention op-ed in the lap of the administration? This thing is almost Shakespearean in its complexity — its psychological, human complexity. Scowcroft is Bush the Elder’s friend and foreign-policy partner. They authored a book together, giving their grand view of the world. Scowcroft’s “protégée” is the current national security adviser, a woman who holds the post he held in Bush I. Etc. Layer upon layer. A little creepy, too.

Anyway, my friend and old boss Bill Kristol has a stringent response in The Standard, and I contributed my own two cents at David Horowitz’s super-lively frontpagemag.com.

Thomas Sowell, my hero, had a typically bracing column the other day. In it, he mentioned this murky, goofy business of “ethics.” (Is “ethics” simply a way of avoiding saying “morality”? Another time.) Sowell said,

The proliferation of “ethics” courses in our educational institutions over the past few decades might lead some to think people must be more ethical now. Yet the corporate scandals of our times suggest that ethics courses in business schools have failed completely.

The big problem with accepting words is that it can keep us from examining realities. The reality is that ethics courses have not failed. They have succeeded in doing something wholly different from what the public was led to believe they were doing.

In their various guises, courses on ethics at all educational levels have tended to promote moral relativism, undermining the very concept of right and wrong. In other words, many ethics courses are themselves frauds.

This provoked many thoughts, and a memory. I’m in college, at the insufferable University of Michigan, and Adm. Hyman Rickover — the “father of the nuclear Navy” and by now very elderly — has been invited to speak. The dean — Peter something — treats him very rudely, and so, quite naturally, do the kids.

But during the Q&A, there was a pretty good question, from a girl leftist with a bone through her nose (or something). She said, “Should ethics courses be required in nuclear-physics programs?” And Rickover said, bluntly, “I don’t think so. People can go to church, or Sunday school.”

The crowd erupted in jeers and boos. But what a thoughtful, wise, and, in a way, deep answer!

I’m also reminded of another instance. Al Haig spoke in the same auditorium, before an audience even more hostile, naturally. One girl — with a green mohawk or something, looking as “alienated” as she could — manned the microphone and delivered a blast.

Haig attempted some kind of answer, then said (roughly), “You might try to learn something, miss, as your looks won’t get you everywhere.”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said it. But, in that time and place, under those circumstances, it seemed warranted, and hilarious.

In the current (London) Spectator, there’s a nifty review by Jonathan Sumption of a new book by Ludovic Kennedy, having to do with the British criminal-justice system. Kennedy thinks that the country could do with more “diversity” on the bench.

Jonathan Sumption ends his review,

As for the social background of judges, if Ludovic Kennedy can spot an injustice in spite of being an Old Etonian, why should the same not be true of Lord Justice Lloyd, who allowed the appeal of the Birmingham Six? Lord Justice Lawton was one of the more streetwise judges of recent times, but he rejected the appeal of the Guildford Four in spite of that fact, and in spite of having been to Battersea Grammar School.

I love both the thinking and the piquancy in those sentences.

By the way, is it just my imagination, or is every judge depicted on an American TV show or in an American movie a black woman? If a being came from outer space, and imbibed our television and cinema, he would think that courtroom judging was the special preserve of black women.

In the current Austin Powers movie, the judge in some world court is a black woman — a representative from Nigeria. This is an awfully spoofy movie. Is it spoofing the very trend or habit I’ve just described? Hard to say.

Every now and then, we chronicle here those sayings — those utterances, asides, whatever — of GWB we particularly like. (We also pay attention to some of those we especially dislike.)

Talking to visitors to the Iowa State Fair the other day, Bush said, “My man Zoellick, who’s a trade guy, and Ann Veneman [the secretary of agriculture] are going to work hand in hand to make sure agriculture is the cornerstone of good international trade policy.”

My man Zoellick, who’s a trade guy . . .

I’m not quite sure I could explain why I love a president who talks like this. Either one grasps it or one doesn’t. (Please excuse the cop-out.)

You’ve heard me gripe before about the strange kind of resentment formed against Tiger Woods. Earlier in the season, he was going for the Grand Slam, something that’s never been accomplished in the modern era. And people — many of them — were actually rooting against it. They said it would be “bad for golf” — the first Grand Slam since Jones did it in 1930, earning a ticker-tape parade in Manhattan.

Below is an exchange from a Woods press conference at the PGA last week. I’m not sure who the questioner is:

Q: Now that you did not win the British Open, looking back, could you say it’s good for golf maybe that you didn’t win all four in one year this year and that in the big picture, that’s a good thing for golf?

Tiger was utterly incredulous. Wiping his eyes, he said, “You know what, dude? I can’t give that to you.”

What else could he say? And neither can I — give it to him.

Amazing.

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Maybe I’m a bit paranoid — my media-bias antenna being hyper-sensitive — but is Dick Armey the recipient of a little Strange New Respect, now that he has parted company with President Bush on some important issues?

Oh, another note on golf, I wanted to mention. During the PGA Tournament, there was an ad for the PGA Golf Foundation, and among its other good works was that it was “deeply involved in minority golf.” The ad then showed pictures of black kids swinging clubs.

Funny, I thought that there was just golf, and golfers. I didn’t know there was “minority golf” and “majority golf.”

So sickening, this country, sometimes.

What is your least favorite saying — least favorite term or trope — in all the world? I think mine might be “real people,” as in, “Not just captains of industry, but real people.” It would be a fine thing if we eliminated that from the language. I once knew someone who used “real people” constantly. What he meant was black people, principally — blacks would always be realer than whites — and white people if they were very, very poor, or left-wing in their attitudes. Anyone who owned a nice car, for example, could not be a real person — he was disqualified, read out of humanity, in a way.

It comes as something of a revelation to see that all people are “real people,” for better or for worse — even the Queen of England, Charlie.

At the extreme, a non-real person would be a “kulak” or something, wouldn’t he? And then it’s, to a gulag, go.

Look, I’m as pleased with the downfall of the Taliban as anyone, and I wish President Karzai all the luck in the world. He has one of the most challenging jobs around, and much depends on how he performs in it.

But does he seem just a little too pleased in those capes — just a little too sartorially conscious, for someone with a huge national and, in a way, international burden on his hands?

I can’t resist one more Tiger quote, from that press conference. I, for one, am always harping on how no one understands just how staggeringly good his amateur career was. There has never been anything like it: three straight U.S. Juniors, three straight U.S. Amateurs — all six in a row. This, one could argue, is as impressive as anything Woods has done as a professional, including his four straight majors (the “Tiger slam”).

A journalist said, “[In the midst of your professional accomplishments] we forget the three straight U.S. Amateurs. Will you ever do anything more amazing than that in golf — than win 18 straight? [That is, 18 straight matches, six per tournament.]”

Woods, a historian of the game and someone who knows his own worth, replied, “Well, how about 18 straight Junior matches?” Then he went on to say something humbler and less smart-alecky — but no truer.

Fabulous.

This caught my attention, in light of my little disquisition on “liberal” the other day. Meredith Gardner died earlier this month. He was responsible for breaking the Soviet codes at the beginning of the Cold War. I was reminded in the obit that Julius Rosenberg’s code name (as Gardner discovered) was . . . “Liberal.”

An article in a recent Spectator was titled “Bum Wrap.” It had to do with EU policy on blue jeans. Many years ago, there was an article in The American Spectator on, believe it or not, a gay rodeo — titled “Bum Steer.”

Finally, a reader writes to say, “What about the word ‘boughten,’ as in, ‘I should have boughten that’? I hear it here in North Dakota.” Well, I heard it in my Michigan, too, and I think it’s a fine American word. “Is your cake homemade?” “No, boughten, I’m afraid” (or better, “store-boughten”).

I’ll look for opportunities to use it.

(P.S. I just spell-checked this column. The checker, of course, didn’t know “boughten.” I added it.)

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