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Kumbaya
Watch: Sontag, Neocon
By Ross Douthat |
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For others, it will be Sontag's ability to spin webs of paranoia and pass them off as serious commentary. "Who decided that no gruesome pictures of the World Trade Center site were to be published anywhere?" she wonders, and then goes on to suggest that there was "a kind of self-censorship by media executives who concluded these images would be too demoralizing for the country." As for the anthrax mailings, she is "99 percent certain" that they are "just domestic copycat crazies on their own war path." No evidence to buttress this claim is offered, needless to say. Meanwhile, asked about President Bush ("our ridiculous president," she calls him), Sontag notes darkly that "what we obviously have in Washington is some kind of regency, run presumably by Cheney and Rumsfeld and maybe Powell, although Powell is much more of an organization man than a real leader. It's all very veiled. And Cheney has not been much seen lately is this because he is ill? It's all very mysterious. I hate to see everything become so opaque." Yeah, it's tough. Then there is Sontag's hand-wringing, her dithering and vacillations, as she tries desperately to avoid staking out a real position of any kind. "I'm not a pacifist," she insists, but "I am against bombing," because the Taliban are just "a lot of kids." She doesn't think that bin Laden really cares about Israel, or that a "unilateral withdrawal" from Palestine would "make a dent" in the terror networks but she thinks that the U.S. should pressure Israel to pull out of Palestine anyway. She wants the Taliban gone, but she doesn't want any of the other factions to take power, because they're all "absolutely no better when it comes to the issue of women." So what should be done? Well, Sontag rules out bombing or military action or anything else that would cause "further trouble in that part of the world," and then insists that we can accomplish all our goals peacefully, through diplomacy of one kind or another (or maybe through a series of group hugs). She's a little vague on the details, sure, saying only that "it's a complicated and long process and the United States is not very experienced in these matters." But she knows that the media and the government have all been selling us a "fairy tale," and that what's needed is a little "bright and hard-nosed" realism. Kissinger, Metternich, Sontag ... it has a definite ring to it. Oh, and she insists that everyone needs to read an essay in The New York Review of Books by Harvard's Stanley Hoffman because Hoffman is so "confident" and "orotund," and Sontag felt that she "could agree with every word he was saying." No details of what Hoffman actually wrote, of course save that "bombing Afghanistan is not the solution," and that "we have to understand what's going on in the Middle East, we have to rethink what's going on, our foreign policy." Which are, of course, Susan Sontag's thoughts (or non-thoughts) exactly. In the end, Sontag is just baffled as to how anyone could think her unpatriotic. "I mean, look," she says plaintively, "I cry every morning real tears, I mean down the cheek tears, when I read those small obituaries that the New York Times publishes of the people who died in the World Trade Center. I read them faithfully, every last one of them, and I cry. I live near a firehouse that lost a lot of men, and I've brought them things. And I'm genuinely and profoundly, exactly like everyone else, really moved, really wounded, and really in mourning." And really lacking in anything approaching a constructive opinion, apparently. But hey at least she cares. |