Sunday, August 31, 2003

Trudeau's Floating Images

In Doonesbury, the POTUS is never shown. Reagan was a voice (no brain, just a voice?) coming out of the White House, Poppy Bush was a floating white feather (his intellectual weight?), Clinton was a floating waffle with a melting pat of butter (comfort food for an opportunist?), and W is a floating hat (all hat, no cattle?). W started as a floating cowboy hat. Now, W is a floating Roman legionnaire helmet. Reference to the neocon vision of the U. S. Empire? Keep it up, Garry Trudeau! If this be (fair & balanced) treason, make the most of it!



Major Combat Is Over (as viewed by Chris Britt)

This cartoon ran on the editorial page of today's Amarillo fishwrap! In the heart of Bush Country! Chris Britt has been accused of being a Communist in pro-Republican Alaska. Sounds like my kind of guy. We once had a Birchite member of the Amarillo College Board of Regents who alleged in a Board meeting that I was a card-carrying Commie. This cartoon that ran in today's paper originated in the Springfield, IL fishwrap. If this be (fair & balanced) treason, make the most of it.



The Cobra Strikes Again

You go, girl! Ol' Maureen provides a lot to think about. WMD. Osama. Saddam. Bring 'em on. Old Europe. The Dickster. National Energy Policy Rape. Karl Rove. Focus on war.

Raise that money, W! Perhaps you can divert it to upgrading the Crawford Ranch into something like the farm at Gettysburg where Ike lived out his retirement. What a thought! W in retirement in 2005! W breaking ground on his presidential library (one book) at Baylor University in 2005!

Welcome to SapperWorld where dreams are pleasant! If this be (fair & balanced) treason, make the most of it!


Who's Losing Iraq?

By MAUREEN DOWD


WASHINGTON

Karl Rove has got to be nervous.

The man who last year advised Republican candidates to "focus on war" is finding out that the Bush doctrine of pre-emption cannot pre-empt anarchy.

Now, General Rove will have to watch Democratic candidates focus on war.

We're getting into very volatile territory in the Middle East.

As Paul Bremer admitted last week, the cost of the Iraq adventure is going to be spectacular: $2 billion for electrical demands and $16 billion to deliver clean water.

We're losing one or two American soldiers every day. Saddam and Osama are still lurking and scheming — the "darkness which may be felt."

After a car bomb exploded outside a Najaf mosque on Friday, killing scores of people, including the most prominent pro-American Shiite cleric, we may have to interject our troops into an internecine Shiite dispute — which Saddam's Baathist guerrillas are no doubt stoking.

With Iraqis in Najaf screaming, "There is no order! There is no government! We'd rather have Saddam than this!," we had one more ominous illustration that the Bush team is out of its depth and divided against itself.

You can't conduct a great historical experiment in a petty and bickering frame of mind. The agencies of the Bush administration are behaving like high school cliques. The policy in Iraq is paralyzed almost to the point of nonexistence, stalled by spats between the internationalists and unilateralists, with the national security director, Condoleezza Rice, abnegating her job as policy referee.

The State Department will have to stop sulking and being in denial about the Pentagon running the show in Iraq. And the Pentagon will have to stop being dogmatic, clinging to the quixotic notion that it only wants to succeed with its streamlined force and its trompe l'oeil coalition. Rummy has to accept the magnitude of the task and give up running the Department of Defense the way a misanthropic accountant would.

Big deeds need big spirits. You can't have a Marshall Plan and a tax cut at the same time.

It has also now become radiantly clear that we have to drag Dick Cheney out of the dark and smog. Less Hobbes, more Locke.

So far, American foreign policy has been guided by the vice president's gloomy theories that fear and force are the best motivators in the world, that war is man's natural state and that the last great superpower has sovereign authority to do as it pleases without much consultation with subjects or other nations.

We can now see the disturbing results of all the decisions Mr. Cheney made in secret meetings.

The General Accounting Office issued a report last week noting that the vice president shaped our energy policy with clandestine advice from "petroleum, coal, nuclear, natural gas, electricity industry representatives and lobbyists."

Favoritism to energy pals led to last week's insane decision to gut part of the Clean Air Act and allow power plants, refineries and other industrial sites to belch pollutants.

Another Bush-Cheney energy crony is Anthony Alexander of Ohio's FirstEnergy Corporation, which helped trigger the blackout after failing to upgrade its transmission system properly since deregulation. He was a Bush Pioneer, having raised at least $100,000 for the campaign.

This logrolling attitude has led to the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers allowing Halliburton — which made Mr. Cheney a rich man with $20 million worth of cashed-in stock — to get no-bid contracts in Iraq totaling $1.7 billion, and that's just a start.

All this, and high gas prices, too?

When he wasn't meeting secretly with energy lobbyists, Mr. Cheney was meeting secretly with Iraqi exiles. The Iraqi National Congress leader Ahmad Chalabi and other defectors conned Mr. Cheney, Rummy and the naïve Wolfowitz of Arabia by playing up the danger of Saddam's W.M.D.'s and playing down the prospect of Iraqi resistance to a U.S. invasion.

According to The Los Angeles Times, U.S. and allied intelligence agencies are investigating to see if they were duped by Iraqi defectors giving bogus information to mislead the West before the war.

Some intelligence officials "now fear that key portions of the prewar information may have been flawed," the story said. "The issue raises fresh doubts as to whether illicit weapons will be found in Iraq."

Karl Rove has got to be nervous.

Copyright © 2003 The New York Times Company

Saturday, August 30, 2003

One of My Heroes: John Dos Passos, Redux

Ah, John Dos Passos. I read USA as a freshman in college. The book was not assigned in any of my classes. I don't remember why, but I just took the book off the library shelf and took it back to the athletic dorm. I started reading and I was hooked. I learned about Joe Hill and William E. (Big Bill) Haywood for the first time. I began reading about Syndicalism because of the IWW. Today, Norman Mailer calls USA the closest thing to the Great American Novel yet written. High praise from the author of a Great American Novel — The Naked and The Dead — himself.

I knew that Dos Passos (Dos to his friends, according to one my favorite undergraduate profs.) had moved across the ideological map. Brinkley reminded me that Dos Passos supported William Z. Foster — not Forster as either Brinkley or the NYTimes would have it below — (CPUSA) in 1932 and Barry Goldwater in 1964. I voted for Goldwater in 1964 and I will probably vote for ANY Democrat to defeat W in 2004. If there was no other choice, I would vote for the CPUSA candidate over W in 2004. If this be (fair & balanced) treason, make the most of it.


A Second Act for the Work of Dos Passos
By DOUGLAS BRINKLEY

Anyone who tried to find some of John Dos Passos' classic novels and travel narratives in recent years would have had to look long and hard. Many of his books had been out of print for more than six decades, and even now his work is rarely taught in American literature courses.

Yet after years of neglect, Dos Passos' reputation is once again on the rise, and next month, the Library of America is publishing a new two-volume collection of his writing.

"Dos Passos came nearer than any of us to writing the Great American Novel, and it's entirely possible he succeeded," Norman Mailer said from his Provincetown, Mass., home last week, referring to Dos Passos' masterwork, the U.S.A. trilogy. "I can only say, from my own point of view, that no novel I read while in college stimulated me more, astounded me more and showed me what a thrilling inner life was there for anyone gifted enough to be a major American novelist."

Dos Passos' centennial in 1996 is what first inspired the re-evaluation. The Library of America then reissued the U.S.A. trilogy — "The 42nd Parallel" (1930), "Nineteen, Nineteen" (1932) and "The Big Money" (1936) — as a single volume.

"We received a surprising, extraordinary response from this publication," Max Rudin, the publisher of the Library of America, said. "It became one of our better sellers."

Meanwhile, American Heritage magazine asked Daniel Aaron, a professor of English at Harvard , to assess the trilogy's importance. He called it the plum candidate for Great American Novel status. " `U.S.A.' inspired many imitations, not the least by Dos Passos himself after his radical passions had chilled, but none matched its energy and glow," Mr. Aaron wrote.

But if Dos Passos' experimental complexities are responsible for his powerful prose, they are also responsible for his eclipse from the popular imagination. "U.S.A." offers no memorable characters like Jay Gatsby or Nick Adams, and it's an utterly despairing book. Praising Dos Passos' modernist technique, the critic Alfred Kazin once explained that the hero of his fiction was not a person but an abstraction, "a conveyor belt carrying Americans through some vast Ford plant of the human spirit."

Enamored of Theodore Dreiser's naturalism and James Joyce's modernism, Dos Passos tried to morph the two traditions. Various scholars have labeled his literary style collage, panoramic, expressionistic, cinemascopic and super-naturalistic. What has been called his newsreel technique, which interwove topical events and real people like J. P. Morgan, the Wright Brothers and Franklin D. Roosevelt, managed to capture the frenetic drumbeat of 20th-century America in its dawning decades.

While "U.S.A." is Dos Passos' best-known work, Mr. Aaron and Townsend Ludington, the editor of the new Library of America volumes and author of "John Dos Passos: A Twentieth Century Odyssey" (E. P. Dutton, 1980), argue that his 1925 satiric novel, "Manhattan Transfer," deserves similar praise. After reading it, Sinclair Lewis declared Dos Passos had created a "whole new school of writing." New Yorkers groaned over the condescending descriptions of them as "cave dwellers," but Europeans embraced "Manhattan Transfer," in Ernest Hemingway's words, as "a spiritual Baedeker to New York." One character thinks of New York as having a "sky of beaten lead that never snows," while another closes down his shop, posting a sign: "WE HAVE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE!"

That bleakness is characteristic of Dos Passos' work. As a student at Harvard, he grew obsessed with the war that was destroying Europe. In 1917, just after his father died, he left the United States to study in Spain, followed by service in the ambulance corps in France and Italy. His grisly trench-warfare experiences would forever haunt his fiction and his life.

As he wrote in his diary: "The grey crooked fingers of the dead, the dark look of dirty mangled bodies, their groans and joltings in the ambulances, the vast tom-tom of guns, the ripping tear shells make when they explode, the song of shells outgoing, like vast woodcocks — their contented whirr as they near their mark — the twang of fragments like a harp broken in the air — and the rattle of stones and mud on your helmet — and through everything the vast despair of unavoidable death of lives wrenched out of the channels — all for ludicrous tomfoolery of governments."

Dos Passos' bitter feelings about World War I are fully explored in his first two novels — "One Man's Initiation" (1920) and "Three Soldiers" (1921) — which are included, with "Manhattan Transfer," in the new Library of America volumes. Like other Lost Generation writers, he paints a devastating portrait of a civilization gone crazy because of hyperindustrialization and monopoly capitalism.

Although the antiwar books influenced later novelists, from Mr. Mailer to Joseph Heller, reviews for the books were tepid, and Dos Passos was accused of flaunting a degenerate strain of anti-American radicalism.

Also included in the new books are his travel writings. Dos Passos was an intrepid globe-trotter. "He liked to keep his impressions as fresh as possible," his daughter, Lucy Dos Passos Coggin, said recently from her home in Richmond, Va. He made long trips to Easter Island, Brazil, Iowa, Cuba, Mexico, the Middle East and, during World War II, the Pacific Islands. "Travel honed his writing edge keenly and constantly," she added.

The travel book that is likely to trigger the greatest interest now is "Orient Express" (1927), the story of his remarkable 1921-22 journey to Russia and the Middle East, which included three miserable weeks spent in Baghdad, where the food was awful and his hotel rat-infested. He observed the creation of Iraq by the British, and wrote about Islamic fundamentalism, Babylon and living in desert terrain, where water is scarce. He grew a beard and wore Muslim robes, and eventually convinced the chief of British intelligence for the entire Iraqi region, Gertrude Bell, to help him travel some 500 miles across the Syrian Desert, from Baghdad to Damascus, by camel caravan. Comparing the trek to climbing Mount Everest, Dos Passos offers vivid descriptions of the region's sandstone cliffs, star-drenched skies, ancient prayers and Bedouin warriors.

He painted watercolors there, too, some published by the Library of America to correspond with the text. (From Sept. 25 to Dec. 7, the Marsh Art Gallery at the University of Richmond is hosting a show dedicated to his paintings and sketches.)

Much has been written about Dos Passos' intellectual odyssey from a pro-Communist who supported William Z. Forster for president in 1932 to a conservative who supported Barry Goldwater for president in 1964. But as the Library of America volumes show, Dos Passos, who died in 1970, was fairly consistent in his libertarian convictions. His heroes in his later years were Walt Whitman, Thomas Jefferson, Thomas Paine, Saul Bellow and Alexander Solzhenitsyn.

"He was always against power," his daughter explained. "He didn't like labels and `isms' because they fell short of describing a particular person. He never bought into credos, yet he was moderate in his own life and highly disciplined in his work."

Copyright © 2003 The New York Times Company

Whatever Is Good For Halliburton Is Good For The United States

Ah, the Dickster. Out of sight, out of his mind. The Dickster has the gravitas that eludes the POTUS every time W opens his mouth in an unscripted statement. However, the Dickster might be in Baghdad with his Halliburton buddies. The Dickster might be anywhere. Like Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Captain Marvel, and other superheroes. I would like to hear the Dickster repeat the crap he was spewing before the troops went in. Ben Sargent has struck again; reminding us of the nonsense behind this overseas adventure. We are building Halliburton's profits. I wonder if the Dickster sold his Halliburton stock. Of course, if his Halliburton stock was placed in blind trust while he is the Stealth VP, there could never be conflict of interest here. The Dickster will donate his filthy profits to Head Start to make up for his Nay vote on the original Head Start legislation. Leave No Child Behind actually means Screw 'Em! If this be (fair & balanced) deconstruction of BushSpeak, so be it!



Neocon Review of Inherit the Wind

Damn! I always thought that Stanley Kramer had made a truthful film in 1960. I have told students for years that this film was the best treatment of the Scopes trial. Now, I learn that I have repeated a canard over and over and over. As I tell my students, history doesn't repeat itself. Just old, broken-down, geezer historians says the same damn things over and over and over. In any event, Carol Iannone offers a revisionist version that is persuasive. Iannone was nominated by the elder Bush to chair the National Endowment for the Humanities. Her nomination was unsuccessful; Iannone was castigated for her neocon views. She sounds pretty good here. Youneverknow.


The Truth About Inherit the Wind

Carol Iannone

In the middle of the hot summer of 1925, the famous "Monkey Trial" took place in Dayton, Tennessee, a small town of about eighteen hundred people in the Cumberland Valley. A young teacher named John Scopes stood accused of violating the Butler Act, a measure passed earlier that year to restrict the teaching of evolution in state-funded schools. The defense featured the famous attorney Clarence Darrow, and the prosecution starred the celebrated orator, populist, and three-time Democratic presidential candidate William Jennings Bryan. Nearly two hundred reporters descended upon the town, including H. L. Mencken of the Baltimore Evening Sun (which helped underwrite Scopes' defense). Newspapers and magazines carried innumerable articles and cartoons on the case, and telegraph operators wired stories to Europe and Australia. For the first time news of an American trial was nationally broadcast by radio, while thousands of people came to Dayton itself to take in what became a virtual carnival, complete with sideshows.

Thirty years later, Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee set what they saw as the essence of the whole extraordinary episode in their play Inherit the Wind, which has since become a classic of the American theater. An acclaimed 1960 movie version, directed by Stanley Kramer and starring Spencer Tracy and Frederic March, is widely available in video stores, while the original play is frequently performed in theaters around the country. Altogether, Inherit the Wind supplies the view most Americans have of the Scopes Trial, and it often surfaces in response to some development in the never-ending quarrels between evolutionists and creationists. When the play was revived on Broadway in 1995 by Tony Randall's National Actors Theater, Randall-citing recent renewed efforts by the Tennessee state legislature to restrict the teaching of evolution-asserted that the play is "much more timely today than when it was written."

There is finally something shallow about the highminded social realism in much twentieth-century American drama, with its progressive and open- ended vision of life. Lawrence and Lee's skillful and often riveting collaboration in Inherit the Wind is no exception. As the play opens, Bertram Cates-a courageous and idealistic young teacher in Hillsboro, Tennessee-is imprisoned in the town jail for teaching evolution to his high school biology class. Matthew Harrison Brady, populist icon, three-time Democratic presidential candidate, and leader of the crusade against evolution, arrives in Hillsboro to prosecute the case, where he is greeted by the mayor and a large, enthusiastic crowd singing "Give me that old-time religion."

Also arriving in Hillsboro, however, is E. K. Hornbeck of the Baltimore Herald, who has championed Cates in his columns and is greatly and haughtily amused at the spectacle of ignorance and bigotry before him. Speaking in a kind of ironic poetry-patter, he constantly mocks Brady and the pious provincialism that supports him: "Ahhhh, Hillsboro-Heavenly Hillsboro / The buckle on the Bible Belt." Hornbeck announces that the lone, embattled Cates will have a defender, courtesy of the Herald-the great Henry Drummond, who sidles into town later that evening with little notice. Brady is adored and applauded as he pontificates about the evils of evolution and gobbles large amounts of food, but poor Drummond is shunned by the townspeople.

In the course of the trial, Brady starts out confidently, full of self- righteousness and ready rhetoric about "the Revealed Word." Not only are the courtroom spectators clearly with Brady, but the judge excludes Drummond's scientific witnesses on the grounds that evolution itself is not on trial. Desperate for some way to challenge the law under which Cates stands accused, Drummond decides to put Brady on the stand as an expert on the Bible, and Brady accepts the challenge with gusto. The ensuing examination turns the case around: Drummond exposes Brady's untenable literal acceptance of the Bible, not to mention his understanding of himself as a self-anointed prophet. The crowd begins to laugh at Brady, and, after the courtroom empties, he seeks comfort in the bosom of his mothering wife.

Though the jury brings in the inevitable guilty verdict, it is clear that Drummond has triumphed-and along with him, freedom of thought. The judge charges Cates a token fine of one hundred dollars. Protesting the light punishment, Brady tries to make what he considers an all-important closing speech, but the judge, embarrassed at the negative publicity the town has received, precipitately ends the trial. Sputtering and shouting, Brady collapses and is taken from the courtroom and shortly afterward dies.

Along the way, the play develops a conventional subplot concerning Cates' fiancee, Rachel Brown, who at first wants him to recant. Tricked by Brady into testifying about private discussions that tend to incriminate Cates as a nonbeliever, she eventually sees her mistake and finds the strength to stand beside him. Her father Jeremiah is a fire- and-brimstone preacher who, in a vengeful prayer meeting the first night of the trial, nearly scares the wits out of his daughter until the more benign Brady intervenes. The film version of Inherit the Wind shows the town's populace burning Cates and Drummond in effigy and throwing rocks through the window of Cates' cell. The play itself lacks these incidents, but indicates that the townspeople's response to Cates is ugly and hateful. As Drummond puts it, "You murder a wife, it isn't nearly as bad as murdering an old wives' tale."

And yet, in discussing Brady's death after the trial, Drummond repudiates the journalist Hornbeck's scathing ridicule. As Drummond sees it, Brady was a once-great man who had ceased to move forward. When Drummond, in defense of Brady, shows that he too knows the Bible, Hornbeck charges him with being even more religious than Brady was. In its closing scenes, the play emphasizes again what it suggested throughout: Brady's fundamentalism is wrong, but so is Hornbeck's godless cynicism. The enlightened and humane Drummond's intention was not to tear down legitimate belief but only to fight ignorance and bigotry. In the last scene he picks up Darwin's On the Origin of Species and the Bible, weighs them thoughtfully in his hands, and exits confidently with both books in his briefcase.

While Inherit the Wind remains faithful to the broad outlines of the historical events it portrays, it flagrantly distorts the details, and neither the fictionalized names nor the cover of artistic license can excuse what amounts to an ideologically motivated hoax. The film, for example, depicts Cates arrested in the act of teaching evolution by a grim posse of morally offended citizens, while in fact no effort was made to enforce the Butler Act. What actually brought the issue to light-never mentioned in play or film-was that the American Civil Liberties Union advertised for someone to challenge the law. Several Dayton citizens, hoping the publicity would benefit their town, approached Scopes as a possible candidate. Scopes was actually a mathematics teacher and athletic coach and had only briefly substituted as a biology teacher. He did not remember teaching evolution, but he had used the standard textbook, Hunter's Civic Biology, which contained a short section on the subject. Scopes was surprised to hear how relatively knowledgeable the student witnesses were, and he speculated that they must have picked up what they knew somewhere else and come to associate it with his class. Scopes himself knew little beyond the rudiments, and the defense thought it best to keep him off the stand, where his lack of knowledge (not to mention his uncertainty as to whether he had taught the subject) might prove embarrassing.

Far from being imprisoned, let alone hung in effigy, Scopes was free after his indictment. After traveling to New York to meet the ACLU Executive Board that included Norman Thomas and Felix Frankfurter, he lived in his Dayton boarding house, continuing to have friendly intercourse with the townspeople and greeting the visitors streaming into town. In fact, there was no prison sentence connected to violation of the Butler Act. Bryan actually argued against even a monetary fine, and-far from demanding a harsher penalty for Scopes-offered to pay the defendant's fine himself. Scopes attended a dinner given by the Dayton Progressive Club in honor of Bryan's arrival, and Bryan, famous for remembering people, recognized Scopes as one of a gaggle of giggling graduates he had addressed at a high school commencement six years earlier. Bryan's kindness and sincerity were acknowledged even by his enemies, and he spoke amiably to Scopes, insisting they could be friends despite their disagreement.

As for Darrow, he was greeted on his arrival in Dayton by a crowd about as large and friendly as the one that had greeted Bryan-not, as Drummond is, by a little girl screaming "Devil" in the play or a scowling mountaineer in the film. Darrow was feted at a Progressive Club dinner just as Bryan was. Being a folksy, small-town type himself, Darrow gained the good graces of the locals, and many of the spectators at the trial showed support for the defense. As a result of the perceived importance of the case, Darrow had at his side a defense team that included Arthur Garfield Hays of the ACLU, the famed international divorce lawyer Dudley Field Malone (who had served as Bryan's Undersecretary of State in the Wilson Administration), and constitutional expert John Randolph Neal. Scopes later wrote that he couldn't have done better if he'd had all the money in the world.

In Inherit the Wind, Cates loses his teaching job. As he makes his closing statement before being sentenced, mentioning that he is a schoolteacher, an old crone shrills out, "Not any more you ain't!" But Scopes reported in his memoir that his job was still open to him even after the verdict. People involved in his defense offered him a scholarship for graduate school, however, and he went to the University of Chicago to study geology. He believed that a later fellowship was denied him because of the trial controversy, but he did have an active career as a geologist.

The essential plot elements of Inherit the Wind-the lonely stand of the brave individualist against the small-minded bigotry of the townspeople, Cates' fear and trembling as he waits in his prison cell, the threat of ruin hanging over his head ("The Scopes character and his fiancee play each scene as if he were on the way to the electric chair," wrote one film reviewer)-are pure fabrication. Far from living in fear, Scopes went swimming during one hot lunchtime recess with two of the young assistant prosecutors (including Bryan's son). The reprimand Scopes received from defense attorney Hays when they were late getting back to the courtroom may have been the roughest treatment he received.

So, too, Inherit the Wind distorts its Bryan figure. The play does allow a certain benignity, color, and agility to the man, if only to give Drummond a worthy adversary, but in many ways it belittles him. Years after the trial, the playwrights met with Hays, who may have influenced their picture of Bryan. But many journalistic accounts even at the time depicted a past-his-prime Bryan trailing clouds of fundamentalist ignorance and, like Brady, squirming in distress on the witness stand under his adversary's questioning. Many reporters seemed to share the prejudices of Mencken, who ridiculed Bryan in print as "a tinpot pope in the coca-cola belt." The historian R. M. Cornelius, who has written a great deal on the Scopes Trial, reports, "A review of the trial press coverage reveals that the typical newsman had both an ear for a good story and a mouth hungry for Bryan's blood." One reporter never even attended the trial sessions, remarking, "I don't have to know what's going on; I know what my paper wants me to write." During the famous cross-examination by Darrow only six reporters were present; the others were taking a long lunch, thinking that the most important portions of the trial had passed. (Scopes later helped the absentee reporters file their stories.) The number of reporters dwindled during the trial, and even Mencken did not stay through the whole eight days.

A review of the actual transcript reveals that Bryan was often exuberant, funny, discerning, and focused during the trial. It also shows, contrary to Inherit the Wind, that he was familiar with Darwin, and may even have understood the evolutionary doctrine better than his adversaries, or at least had a better idea of what was really at stake. He did have some embarrassing moments during the ninety minutes of Darrow's relentless questioning, but he often gave as good as he got.

Bryan was not a biblical literalist. He volunteered to Darrow-it was not wormed out of him, as the play suggests-that the "days" in the biblical account of creation were not twenty-four hour days; he cited Genesis 2:4, in which the word "generations" seems to be used as a substitute for "days." He did not insist that the "sun stood still" in Joshua 10:13, but explained that the Bible was using the language of the time. At the same time he did not yield on his belief in miracles and the primacy of divine power. If his supporters felt disappointment over Bryan's testimony-the play makes much of the crowd's turning on him-it was not because he looked stupid as a defender of crude fundamentalism, but because he wasn't a defender of crude fundamentalism.

Bryan's real mistake was to take the stand at all, but he seemed to feel he had to accept Darrow's challenge to testify or implicitly admit the indefensibility of his position, and he later felt that he had at least stood his ground. "These gentlemen," he said on the stand, "came here to try revealed religion. I am here to defend it, and they can ask me any questions they please." For his part, Darrow realized that neither the constitutionality of the Butler Act nor the truth of evolution could be settled in Dayton, but he relished the publicity he could gain for his cause: "Preventing bigots and ignoramuses from controlling the education of the United States," as he memorably put it.

But it is certainly not true that Bryan and his beliefs were crushed in Dayton. Scopes himself, even while sporadically trying to render a portrait of a broken man, remarked that the Great Commoner seemed amazingly buoyant during the trial, always remaining "the exuberant Bryan who could survive any defeat." And while the antievolutionary cause may have suffered embarrassment, the guilty verdict was overturned a year later only on a technicality. Several state laws similar to the Butler Act were not declared unconstitutional until 1968.

It is true that Bryan was not able to deliver the lengthy closing statement he considered his life's "mountain peak," but not because the judge cut short the trial. Rather, after the cross-examination of Bryan (which was stricken from the record the following day), Darrow stated his willingness to accept a guilty verdict in order to move to appeal. This obviated the need for closing statements. Darrow later admitted that the defense had purposely wanted to deprive Bryan of his closing statement for fear of his legendary oratorical powers.

Moreover, Bryan did not have a mortal stroke in the courtroom, but died five days after the trial. His death may have been due partly to exhaustion and stress, but he also suffered from a diabetic condition that he did not carefully watch. He passed away peacefully during an afternoon nap and after a heavy meal. (The irreverent line spoken by the cynical Hornbeck at Brady's death-"He died of a busted belly"-was actually Darrow's private remark on hearing that Bryan had died.) But as historian Lawrence W. Levine puts it, if Bryan was destroyed by the trial, "he did a masterly job of concealing it during the five days of life remaining to him." Bryan took heart in the legal victory and set himself to the fight with renewed vigor. He traveled, gave speeches, and arranged for publication of the address he had not been permitted to deliver. Scopes himself denied that the trial killed Bryan, though perhaps because he did not want his side to bear the onus.

Even in small things, Inherit the Wind goes out of its way to diminish Bryan. Drummond derides the honorary title of "Colonel" that Hillsboro bestows upon Brady, protesting, "I am not familiar with Mr. Brady's military record." In fact, Bryan had been a colonel in the U.S. Army during the Spanish-American War (though he never saw combat). The play's Brady is mothered by a wife who cradles him in her bosom, murmuring, "Baby, Baby," though Bryan's wife was actually a semi-invalid of whom he was protective and solicitous.

These systematic alterations serve a single, obvious end: to ridicule Bryan and his followers for their backwardness and religious prejudice. The stage directions instruct, "It is important to the concept of the play that the town is visible always, looming there, as much on trial as the individual defendant." The thinker is in jail, while the "morons" (as Mencken called them) roam free-led by Brady, "the idol of all Morondom" (as Darrow later termed Bryan). The stage directions indicate the time of the play as "Not too long ago," and the playwrights' note- always included in any production's program-declares ominously, "It might have been yesterday. It could be tomorrow." The trial, as Arthur Garfield Hays put it, "was a battle between two types of mind-the rigid, orthodox, accepting, unyielding, narrow, conventional mind, and the broad, liberal, critical, cynical, skeptical, and tolerant mind."

But was it really so simple? Since much of Bryan's political progressivism is in keeping with the playwrights' own views, they split the Bryan figure in two-the "enlightened" progressive champion of the common man versus the "bigoted" religious fundamentalist. Drummond, who had supported Brady in two of his presidential bids (as Darrow had supported Bryan in real life), says at Brady's death, "A giant once lived in that body. But Matt Brady got lost. Because he was looking for God too high up and too far away." In fact, the two sides of Bryan, the democratic and the religious, were complementary. According to historian LeRoy Ashby, Bryan was sustained by "the combined heritages of evangelical faith and the republicanism of the nation's revolutionary era." The democracy he worked for was built upon "the virtuous citizen," and he worried that Darwinism "would cause people to lose a sense of God's presence. . . . It justified an economic jungle and 'discourages those who labor for the improvement of man's condition.'" Convinced as he was that belief in God and in man's spiritual nature was vital to human progress and a just social order, Bryan was troubled by numerous reports he had received of young people who had lost their faith under the tutelage of skeptical, even atheistic, professors. Bryan believed in separation of church and state, but, according to Ashby, he felt such stories of lost faith indicated "that the state was in fact teaching against religion, and that atheists and evolutionists were enjoying something against which democratic reformers had long battled-special privileges."

Although Inherit the Wind presents a Bryan torn by fear of change, it was actually Darrow who was caught in contradictions. Darrow was an agnostic determinist-the play's suggestion that Drummond may be "more religious" than Brady is another fabrication-who believed that human beings are driven by forces beyond their control. Yet in the Scopes Trial he defended the individual mind and freedom of thought. Darrow's questions to Scopes' students-"Did it hurt you any?", Do you "still believe in church although you were told all life comes from a single cell?" (the play adds "Haven't murdered anybody since breakfast?")-were simply disingenuous. One year earlier, Darrow had defended Nathan Leopold and Richard Loeb, two brilliant university students who murdered a boy for the intellectual experience of committing the perfect crime. At Dayton, Bryan read out Darrow's famous excuse for the earlier defendants: "Is there any blame attached because somebody took Nietzsche's philosophy seriously and fashioned his life on it? . . . Your Honor, it is hardly fair to hang a nineteen-year-old boy for the philosophy that was taught him at the university." As Richard Weaver commented on Bryan's use of the Leopold and Loeb record: "To Darrow's previous position that the doctrine of Nietzsche is capable of immoral influence, Bryan responded that the doctrine of evolution is likewise capable of immoral influence."

Both the play and the movie version of Inherit the Wind vastly oversimplify religion's relation to evolution. The play insists that there is no contradiction between Christianity and Darwinism. "It is only a matter of the method He has chosen in creation," Maynard M. Metcalf, a zoologist from Oberlin College, declared in expert testimony permitted at the trial (though not before the jury). As the play's Cates puts it, "Living comes from a long miracle, it didn't just happen in seven days." The defense, both actual and fictional, wanted to isolate an ignorant, biblical literalism as the only kind of religion that disputes evolution. And, indeed, they have been joined in this view by many mainstream religious leaders in the seventy years since. This understanding has been challenged more recently, however, by such credible figures as Phillip E. Johnson of the University of California, and William B. Provine, an historian of science from Cornell. A leading adherent of Darwinian evolution, Provine has observed that "prominent evolutionists have joined with equally prominent theologians and religious leaders to sweep under the rug the incompatibilities of evolution and religion." Provine insists that evolution finds no intelligent design operating in nature and "no such thing as immortality or life after death." In fact, according to Provine, "we're produced by a process that gives not one damn about us."

Peter Steinfels, the New York Times religion reporter, heard Provine speak at a symposium on the Scopes Trial held at Vanderbilt University in 1995 and concluded: "It is easy to look back at the battle between rural piety and city cynicism waged seventy years ago in the Dayton courthouse, and feel superior. But maybe those people were right in thinking that something very important was at stake." The man who has been made a laughing stock thanks in part to Inherit the Wind seems actually to have understood all this in 1925. "The evolutionists have not been honest with the public," declared Bryan (who was, for what it's worth, a member of the American Academy for the Advancement of Science). He cautioned that "Christians who have allowed themselves to be deceived into believing that evolution is a beneficent, or even a rational, process have been associating with those who either do not understand its implications or dare not avow their knowledge of these implications." In Inherit the Wind, Drummond gives a tough- sounding speech about the tradeoffs of progress, instructing the jury that every advance of civilization requires that something be surrendered: "Darwin moved us forward to a hilltop, where we could look back and see the way from which we came. But for this view, this insight, this knowledge, we must abandon our faith in the pleasant poetry of Genesis." Yet, by play's end, Drummond is purveying some pleasant poetry of his own, indicating that Darwin and the Bible are compatible for all but a few religious fanatics.

Even the certainty of the doctrine of evolution was considerably oversimplified in both the real Scopes Trial and the fictional version in Inherit the Wind. Professor Metcalf testified at the real trial, "It is impossible for a normal human being, cognizant of the facts, to have the slightest doubt about the fact of evolution," and the fictional Drummond argues, "What Bertram Cates spoke quietly one spring afternoon in the Hillsboro High School is . . . incontrovertible as geometry in every enlightened community of minds."

But is it? Bryan shrewdly described evolution as a hypothesis-"millions of guesses strung together"-rather than proven theory. And he knew what was missing: "There is not a scientist in all the world who can trace one single species to any other." Nearly a century and a half after the publication of On the Origin of Species, the proof for Darwin's theory remains spotty, according to Phillip E. Johnson and others. Bryan sounds at least reasonable when he argues, "If the results of evolution were unimportant, one might require less proof in support of the hypothesis, but before accepting a new philosophy of life, built upon a materialistic foundation, we have reason to demand something more than guesses."

Ultimately, however, the truth of evolution is not the theme of Inherit the Wind, but the "right to think," and even the "right to be wrong." (The film adds a "right to be lonely" for the misanthropic Hornbeck.) What the play seeks ultimately to defend are the larger prerogatives of "the broad, liberal, critical, cynical, skeptical, and tolerant mind." After the trial, Cates' fiancee Rachel, who has left her father's joylessly pious household, recites the lesson she has learned as she joins the forces of the enlightened:

You see, I haven't really thought very much. I was always afraid of what I might think-so it seemed safer not to think at all. But now I know. A thought is like a child inside our body. It has to be born. . . . Bad or good, it doesn't make any difference. The ideas have to come out- like children.

Of course, such a simple choice between bigotry and enlightenment is central to the contemporary liberal vision of which Inherit the Wind is a typical expression. But while it stands nominally for tolerance, latitude, and freedom of thought, the play is full of the self-righteous certainty that it deplores in the fundamentalist camp. Some critics have detected the play's sanctimonious tone-"bigotry in reverse," as Andrew Sarris called it-even while appreciating its dramatic quality and well-written leading roles. The play reveals a great deal about a mentality that demands open-mindedness and excoriates dogmatism, only to advance its own certainties more insistently-that promotes tolerance and intellectual integrity but stoops to vilifying the opposition, falsifying reality, and distorting history in the service of its agenda.

In fact, a more historically accurate dramatization of the Scopes Trial than Inherit the Wind might have been far richer and more interesting-and might also have given its audiences a genuine dramatic tragedy to watch. It would not have sent its audience home full of moral superiority and happy thoughts about the march of progress. The truth is not that Bryan was wrong about the dangers of the philosophical materialism that Darwinism presupposes but that he was right, not that he was a once great man disfigured by fear of the future but that he was one of the few to see where a future devoid of the transcendent would lead. The antievolutionist crusade to control what is taught in the schools may not have been the answer, and Bryan's own approach may have been too narrow. But the real tragedy lies in the losing fight that he and others like him waged against a modernity increasingly deprived of spiritual foundations.

Carol Inannone teaches in New York Univerity's Gallatin School of Individualized Study and has written for Commentary, Modern Age, and the American Scholar.

Copyright © 1997 First Things


Secularists v. Religionists

Christopher Hitchens is a pretty tough guy (intellectually) and he points to a number of inconsistencies in the insistence of the Protestant Right to impose its beliefs on others. Hitchens is following in the tradition of Clarence Darrow's cross-examination of William Jennings Bryan in Dayton, TN in 1925. Give me that old time religion, as sung outside the courthouse in Stanley Kramer's Inherit The Wind (1960), starring Spencer Tracy (fictionalized Darrow) and Frederic March (finctionalized Bryan).



Moore's Law

The immorality of the Ten Commandments
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By Christopher Hitchens

The row over the boulder-sized version of the so-called "Ten Commandments," and as to whether they should be exhibited in such massive shape on public property, misses the opportunity to consider these top-10 divine ordinances and their relationship to original intent. Judge Roy Moore is clearly, as well as a fool and a publicity-hound, a man who identifies the Mount Sinai orders to Moses with a certain interpretation of Protestantism. But we may ask ourselves why any sect, however primitive, would want to base itself on such vague pre-Christian desert morality (assuming Moses to be pre-Christian).

The first four of the commandments have little to do with either law or morality, and the first three suggest a terrific insecurity on the part of the person supposedly issuing them. I am the lord thy god and thou shalt have no other ... no graven images ... no taking of my name in vain: surely these could have been compressed into a more general injunction to show respect. The ensuing order to set aside a holy day is scarcely a moral or ethical one, unless you assume that other days are somehow profane. (The Rev. Ian Paisley, I remember, used to refuse interviewers for Sunday newspapers even after it was pointed out to him that it's the Monday edition that is prepared on Sunday.) Whereas a day of rest, as prefigured in the opening passages of Genesis, is no more than organized labor might have demanded, perhaps during the arduous days of unpaid pyramid erection.

So the first four commandments have almost nothing to do with moral conduct and cannot in any case be enforced by law unless the state forbids certain sorts of art all week, including religious and iconographic art—and all activity on the Sabbath (which the words of the fourth commandment do not actually require). The next instruction is to honor one's parents: a harmless enough idea, but again unenforceable in law and inapplicable to the many orphans that nature or god sees fit to create. That there should be no itemized utterance enjoining the protection of children seems odd, given that the commandments are addressed in the first instance to adults. But then, the same god frequently urged his followers to exterminate various forgotten enemy tribes down to the last infant, sparing only the virgins, so this may be a case where hand-tying or absolute prohibitions were best avoided.

There has never yet been any society, Confucian or Buddhist or Islamic, where the legal codes did not frown upon murder and theft. These offenses were certainly crimes in the Pharaonic Egypt from which the children of Israel had, if the story is to be believed, just escaped. So the middle-ranking commandments, of which the chief one has long been confusingly rendered "thou shalt not kill," leave us none the wiser as to whether the almighty considers warfare to be murder, or taxation and confiscation to be theft. Tautology hovers over the whole enterprise.

In much the same way, few if any courts in any recorded society have approved the idea of perjury, so the idea that witnesses should tell the truth can scarcely have required a divine spark in order to take root. To how many of its original audience, I mean to say, can this have come with the force of revelation? Then it's a swift wrap-up with a condemnation of adultery (from which humans actually can refrain) and a prohibition upon covetousness (from which they cannot). To insist that people not annex their neighbor's cattle or wife "or anything that is his" might be reasonable, even if it does place the wife in the same category as the cattle, and presumably to that extent diminishes the offense of adultery. But to demand "don't even think about it" is absurd and totalitarian, and furthermore inhibiting to the Protestant spirit of entrepreneurship and competition.

One is presuming (is one not?) that this is the same god who actually created the audience he was addressing. This leaves us with the insoluble mystery of why he would have molded ("in his own image," yet) a covetous, murderous, disrespectful, lying, and adulterous species. Create them sick, and then command them to be well? What a mad despot this is, and how fortunate we are that he exists only in the minds of his worshippers.

It's obviously too much to expect that a Bronze Age demagogue should have remembered to condemn drug abuse, drunken driving, or offenses against gender equality, or to demand prayer in the schools. Still, to have left rape and child abuse and genocide and slavery out of the account is to have been negligent to some degree, even by the lax standards of the time. I wonder what would happen if secularists were now to insist that the verses of the Bible that actually recommend enslavement, mutilation, stoning, and mass murder of civilians be incised on the walls of, say, public libraries? There are many more than 10 commandments in the Old Testament, and I live for the day when Americans are obliged to observe all of them, including the ox-goring and witch-burning ones. (Who is Judge Moore to pick and choose?) Too many editorialists have described the recent flap as a silly confrontation with exhibitionist fundamentalism, when the true problem is our failure to recognize that religion is not just incongruent with morality but in essential ways incompatible with it.

Christopher Hitchens is a columnist for Vanity Fair and author of The Long Short War: The Postponed Liberation of Iraq.

Copyright © 2003 Slate

Friday, August 29, 2003

Corrections From Wisconsin

I stand corrected by Tom Terrific (aka Fightin' T). I had no idea that newspapers were ideologically biased. It is obvious that I am an innocent. Capitol Crimes? Geez.

That is really negative language. Well, Tom's point is well taken. I have no business pontificating about newspapers in Wisonsin. Here in Texas, all of the newspapers are centrist without bias right or left. If you believe that I have some beachfront property in AZ that I want to show you. Anyway, I now know the difference between the Madison State Journal and the Madison Capitol Times. It is amazing that Madison has two daily newspapers. In most non-mega-markets, there is now a sole fishwrap. I tell my students that the sole source of information in the world is the Amarillo News-Globe. If this be (fair & balanced) journalism, make the most of it.



Fightin' T in Wisconsin wrote on Friday, August 29, 2003

Neil,

That article on W I forwarded to you was from the CAPITOL TIMES, not the WSJ. I don't forward any editorials from the WSJ because it is a Republican newspaper and they aren't saying anything good or bad about W or the war. They're focused on "really important" issues like all of the Harley riders in Wisconsin this week.

The CAPITOL TIMES is the afternoon Madison newspaper that was created by William T. Evehue back in the early 20th C. He was a big supporter of "Fighting Bob" and the other LaFollette boys. He switched to the Democratic Party in the late 1930s after Phil and Bob, Jrs. failed attempt to revitalize the Progressive Party. Since then, the CAPITOL TIMES (also called the Crapitol Crimes by conservatives) has been the leading liberal/progressive paper in Wisconsin.

Dave Zwiefel, the present editor, is from Evansville, Wisconsin where I graduated from high school. His parents ran the bowling alley there where I hung out with the boys.

Sorry to hear you're giving up on college football. I look it as the AAA league for developing NFL players. How else could minority males get into major colleges, especially with affirmative action under the gun? Unfortunately, getting out of the colleges with a degree isn't a priority. One of my daughter's friends from college was Cecil Martin who graduated in four years. He was then and still is a class guy and is still the starting fullback for the Philadelphia NRA Eagles.

Great articles in "Rants and Raves" this week. I'll be in the North woods for the next week or so and will catch up when I get back.

Have a relaxing Labor Day weekend.

Eminilio P. Rospaglokus

My Favorite College-Life Movie

It's funny, but it never occurred to me, but jocks had NO prominent role in "National Lampoon's Animal House." The protagonists were rival frat members, ROTC wackos, the funniest dean (Dean Wormer) in the history of comic villains, sorority girls, and the like. No jocks that I can remember. If ever there was a group to lampoon, it would have been the jocks at Faber College. Yet, the portrayal of Faber College was one without athletics. Wonder why? Perhaps jocks were too easy? Perhaps college athletics ain't that funny? If this be (fair & balanced) film criticism, so be it!


[x NYTimes]

August 25, 2003

Revisiting Faber College (Toga, Toga, Toga!)

By ELVIS MITCHELL


As unlikely as it may seem, "National Lampoon's Animal House" is one of the most influential movies of the last 25 years, inspiring a cottage industry of subversive film comedies that have flourished at the edge of the mainstream. This year alone, two of its imitators did impressive box-office business: "American Wedding," the third movie in the "American Pie" series, and "Old School," which is basically an updating of the original.

With a cast of nearly unknown actors, including Kevin Bacon in his first screen role, "Animal House" was released in 1978, when the fraternity life was the existence that dared not speak its name. Not so coincidentally, a DVD festooned with extras will be released tomorrow to cash in on, er, celebrate the film's 25th anniversary.

Set in 1962 at fictional Faber College — an institution of higher learning apparently named after a pencil — "Animal House" follows the scourges of the campus, the amiable, hard-partying reprobates of the Delta House fraternity who view the perquisites of frat life as rights rather than as privileges. Those rights include the duty to defame and undermine the status quo at all costs — essentially to extend childhood.

The movie's impressive box-office grosses — more than $140 million in North America — inspired a school of slavish mimicry with fare that reacted to honey-roasted and sentimentalized movie takes on youth like "American Graffiti," from 1973. Such imitations usually lacked the subversive anger of "Animal House" and the ingenuity of its script. One of the many sharp-reflex innovations of "Animal House" was that it was the first film to parody the damp, whatever-happened-to material that "Graffiti" ended with.

"Animal House" was written by Douglas Kenney, an alumnus of The Harvard Lampoon who was also a founding editor of National Lampoon magazine; Chris Miller; and Harold Ramis, an alumnus of the Second City comedy troupe in Chicago. (Mr. Ramis went on to help write the scripts for "Stripes"; the "Ghostbusters" movies; "Back to School," an "Animal House" descendant, with Rodney Dangerfield; and "Caddyshack," which he directed. He also directed "Groundhog Day" in 1993 and "Analyze This" in 1999.)

John Belushi — a fellow Second City member, and more notably a member of the first cast of "Saturday Night Live" — became a national treasure in his "Animal House" role as Bluto, which he played as a barnyard version of a silent-movie comedian.

"Animal House" had its own antecedents. There were college-circuit pictures like "The Kentucky Fried Movie," a 1977 picture that was essentially a series of skits. Its director, John Landis, was enlisted to make "Animal House." The ground had also been broken by Robert Altman's "MASH," and like "MASH," "Animal House" had the arrogance of the counterculture.

But there were rumors that the original script for "Animal House" carried blithe notes of misogyny and racism, that it veered closer to the exclusionary cruelty of National Lampoon than to the antibureaucracy thrust of "MASH." Mr. Landis, a raconteur who seems to speak in italics, concedes the truth in those rumors.

"The first script was very rough and offensive," he said in a telephone interview from Los Angeles, "but it was also very, very funny. I mean, everybody in the original script was a pig. There was a lot of projectile vomiting — and, by the way, I have nothing against projectile vomiting."

Mr. Landis said that he was originally hired to supervise a rewrite of the script, but he gave all credit to the screenwriters. "Doug and Chris and Harold did a brilliant job," he said. "especially Doug. That screenplay has never really been given the credit it should get. It's extremely literate, and very funny."

He went on: "My major contribution was making it good guys versus bad guys instead of just all bad guys, though the heroes are antiheroes. I went to a lot of fraternities for research, and I was singularly unimpressed. I'm a child of the 1960's — I was born in 1950 — and the whole fraternity thing was totally alien to me. The fraternity wasn't dead, but it was dying. I thought, well, let's think of all the positive aspects of fraternity, which was basically family, and give that to the Deltas. And put all of the negatives, basically Nazis, and put that in the other house."

Mr. Landis acknowledged that there were similarities to "MASH," but added that there were even earlier signposts leading to "Animal House."

"When you look at the classic Hollywood comedies, there had always been college comedies," he said. "In the silents there was Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd. In the 30's there were not only all those Jack Oakie pictures, but the Marx Brothers made a college film. When I got the opportunity to make this picture — and this was me thinking, `I don't know what anybody else's intention was' — I set out to make a fairly classic college comedy. And though it didn't have Jack Oakie and Rudy Vallee in fur coats, it had John Belushi and Tim Matheson."

"Animal House" echoes the anarchic spirit of the college comedies Mr. Landis adopted as a model, but it also reflects a choice he made that the empty hedonistic "House" counterfeiters have missed: he softened the script, muting its National Lampoon ruthlessness.

"Here's an example of the kind of changes I did that were not in the script," Mr. Landis said, referring to a scene in which the Deltas abandon their dates at a bar where they felt threatened. "You see the boys running away and ditching the girls. Afterward, you then see the girls walking home and going, `Ew! He was terrible.' I just made up that scene at the moment, and it was my own basic liberal thing. I thought, `I have to show that these girls are safe.' "

He added, now speaking of an infamous voyeuristic scene in the film: "It's very much like the scene of Belushi looking in the window at those girls. People went, `Yikes!' I'm shooting over John's shoulder as he's looking at these topless girls and I'm thinking: `This is so shameless. How do I fix it?' And I was inspired at that moment to take advantage of Belushi's brilliant empathy and sympathy. I made him turn, look into the camera and make everybody a co-conspirator. And John was able to do that with just an eyebrow."

The movie also reflects the summer-camp experience of its making. One feature of the DVD is a documentary showing the on-set camaraderie. "There's even footage I'd never seen that they got from a TV station in Eugene, Ore., of us fooling around on the set," Mr. Landis said. "And in that you can see it was a really good experience for everyone. There is one great scene, where the actors talk about going to a frat house, and it turned into a brawl. All the frat boys wanted to beat up the Hollywood actors."

"It's been 25 years, which has given me a lot of time to think about it, and my theory now," Landis said with a laugh, sounding dangerously close to reflective, "is that the movie's extremely romantic. Remember, our fathers' generation used to talk about World War II as the best years of their lives. Why do people romanticize the military and romanticize college? You're 18, and you're out of the house. There's a great line in `Animal House': `We can do anything we want. We're college students!' In addition to everything else, the movie somehow captures that sense of youthful exuberance and excitement, of being out there in the world. Everyone, no matter if they're yellow, black or white, Commie or evangelical Christian, comes up and says: `That was my house. That was my college experience.' "



Copyright © 2003 The New York Times Company

Movin' Out

Maurice Clarett, Rick Neuhisel, Mike Price, Miami & Virginia Tech, Rashidi Wheeler, and the University of Nebraska. All of these are reasons I won't be watching college football this fall. I probably won't watch the NFL, either. The whole mess makes me sick. Close to my revulsion for W. The worst is the University of Nebraska. The budget crisis in Nebraska has cost 15 tenured professors their jobs. Yet, the University of Nebraska paid more than $200K in performance bonuses to its football coaches this year. The achievement of Coach Frank Solich's staff? Finishing 7-7 in 2002. The worst record in Nebraska football in more than 30 years! We are living in a funhouse world where up is down, stupid is smart, and greed is good. If somebody out there wants to watch Maurice Clarett, power to 'em. If someone out there wants to watch Kobe Bryant, power to 'em. If someone wants to read O. J. Simpson's interview in Playboy, power to 'em. If someone wants to watch steroid-raging animals tear someone's leg off, power to 'em. As Billy Joel sings, "If that's movin' up, then I'm movin' out!" If this be (fair & balanced) revulsion, so be it.


[NYTimes]

August 29, 2003

Old Issues and New Voices

By JOE DRAPE

EVANSTON, Ill. - Mark Murphy earned All-Pro honors and a Super Bowl ring as member of the Washington Redskins. He acknowledges that most of his teammates neither graduated from college nor really cared about doing so.

After retiring from the N.F.L. in 1985, Murphy worked for the players' union, where he tried to help former players go back to school and make a new life away from the locker room.

In May, he took on a new challenge, becoming athletic director at Northwestern University. One of the country's elite academic institutions, Northwestern also plays intercollegiate sports in the Big Ten, a conference rich with influence and power.

It is here, along the shores of Lake Michigan, that Murphy will try to do something that many believe is becoming impossible: attract talented athletes who can consistently win on the field, excel in the classroom and become leaders beyond football.

"What I'd like nothing better than to do is for Northwestern to do everything the right way and consistently win," Murphy said. "What are our chances of that happening? I'd say 50-50."

Indeed, as a new season begins, college football is at a crossroads, brought there by a series of scandals involving players and coaches, an increasingly vocal reform movement and an internal struggle between the haves and have-nots. Many of the issues are not new, but fresh voices like Murphy's are sparking renewed activism.

Questions are being raised: Who controls the National Collegiate Athletic Association? Should institutions be rewarded for demonstrating that they are actually educating their athletes? Should athletes be paid? Should coaches be disciplined more vigorously?

"I think in terms of the behavioral aspect it's good news/bad news," said Myles Brand, the N.C.A.A. president. "There is trouble in paradise. The good news is that presidents and trustees are standing up and taking strong stands against students and coaches. It used to be this kind of stuff was pushed under the table."

Among the issues on display are these:

¶Ohio State suspended running back Maurice Clarett for an indefinite number of games while the N.C.A.A. investigates his role in an exaggerated car theft report.

¶Washington fired Rick Neuheisel as coach in June for gambling in an N.C.A.A. basketball pool and then lying about it. Now Neuheisel is suing the university and the N.C.A.A., alleging he was wrongfully fired because Washington wanted to avoid an N.C.A.A. investigation. Washington begins the season with Keith Gilbertson as coach.

¶Alabama also dismissed a coach, Mike Price, and begins a second season on probation for recruiting violations. Price was hired away from Washington State, but before he coached a game for the Crimson Tide he was dismissed for his behavior at a Florida strip club. Mike Shula was hired in May to replace him.

¶The Big East and the Atlantic Coast Conference begin their last seasons with their current structures after a summer marred by allegations of tampering, back-room deals, broken promises and bait-and-switch tactics. Miami and Virginia Tech ultimately jumped from the Big East to the A.C.C.

For Brand, the misconduct of coaches is at once the most vexing problem to solve and the easiest. Noting that nearly 20 Division I-A coaches make more than $1 million annually, Brand said it was time they be held accountable.

"We seem to be giving higher and higher salaries to coaches and the expectations have become higher and higher and they are not paying attention," Brand said. "We have to ferret out these instances of bad behavior and get the bad actors out of there."

But money is as much a part of the reform movement as is a desire to maintain academic or institutional integrity. Forty-four presidents from colleges in the smaller conferences have banded together as the Presidential Coalition for Athletics Reform and have starkly drawn their differences with their counterparts at major football colleges.

The coalition says the big colleges not only get the money, but also have hijacked the N.C.A.A.'s governance structure and make all the rules. While the Southeastern Conference, the Atlantic Coast Conference, the Big East, the Pacific-10, the Big 12, the Big Ten and Notre Dame will split $900 million over the eight years of the Bowl Championship Series contract, which runs through 2005, the coalition schools will split just $42 million over that period.

"It is true that many of us have been distressed that there are schools that are participating in postseason play, whether it be football or basketball, who have really embarrassing graduation rates of their student-athletes," said Scott S. Cowen, the president of Tulane, a coalition member. "Yet they are allowed to participate in high-visibility, high-revenue-sharing events."

Last year, for example, at 25 of 55 universities competing in bowl games, the graduation rate of football players was 10 to 20 percentage points lower than the university's overall graduation rate for student-athletes, says a study by the Institute for Diversity and Ethics in Sport at the University of Central Florida. (Air Force was the 56th team and, like all service academies, does not release graduation statistics.)

While six of the eight teams that competed in the four B.C.S. bowls - worth about $13.5 million per team - had a graduation rate of more than 45 percent, the B.C.S. champion, Ohio State, had a graduation rate of 36 percent, and the Rose Bowl victor, Oklahoma, only 26 percent, according to the study, which was based on N.C.A.A. data. (The full report is on the institute's Web site, www.bus.ucf.edu/sport/ides/.)

Even before Murphy's arrival at Northwestern, he practiced what he preached. While playing pro football he attended night classes at American University, earning a Master of Business Administration degree, and later he received a law degree from Georgetown University. He worked as a prosecutor for the Department of Justice and then as athletic director for 11 years at Colgate, his alma mater.

Northwestern had already demonstrated that high graduation rates and football standings can coexist: the Wildcats have won or shared three Big Ten titles in the last 10 years and have maintained a graduation rate that has exceeded 85 percent, reaching 100 percent in some years.

But Northwestern has not been untouched by scandal. Over that same period, six former football and basketball players pleaded guilty to charges related to an investigation into sports betting at the university. The family of Rashidi Wheeler, a football player who collapsed and died in a voluntary conditioning program in summer 2001, filed a wrongful-death suit. And Northwestern acknowledged in response to the suit that more than eight football players had used supplements banned by the N.C.A.A.

Murphy believes that Northwestern is committed to honoring the highest academic and ethical standards. But he wonders if enough coaches and administrators at other Division I-A colleges are.

"Money has blurred the line, and it makes some schools ignore things when the revenues are going up," Murphy said. "Schools are not insisting that their athletes get an education."

The N.C.A.A.'s so-called incentive/disincentive plan, to be put into effect incrementally from 2005 to 2008, is intended to change that. Teams that don't perform well academically could lose scholarships and be banned from postseason play, potentially losing millions in revenue. Teams that perform well in the classroom, on the other hand, may be entitled to additional revenue through the N.C.A.A.'s distribution formula, pick up more scholarships and receive other benefits like more graduate assistant coaches.

"The goal here is to hold the coaches and the athletic department and the universities accountable," Brand said. "We want them to give student-athletes every opportunity to graduate, and if you're not, we're going to sanction you."

But some critics say the N.C.A.A. needs less bureaucracy to transform college football. These critics want to begin by taking the shackles off those they see as responsible for the increased revenue: the student-athletes.

Last spring in the Nebraska Legislature, State Senator Ernie Chambers sponsored a successful bill that would allow the University of Nebraska to pay some athletes if four other states with Big 12 programs passed similar laws. He said his intention was never to have players actually paid, but to pressure the N.C.A.A. to increase scholarships and other aid and to offer greater opportunities to earn money through outside work.

"The maximum amount of aid is less than the cost of attending college, when you account for clothes and food," Senator Chambers said. "Yet needy players are attending college and are getting money from someplace. And what they learn is to ignore the rules - look the other way and keep your mouth shut."

There is a growing constituency of coaches and even university presidents who believe that players deserve a bigger piece of the pie.

"It's a point of frustration for the student-athlete, especially the football and basketball players," said Mack Brown, the football coach at Texas. "With the state of college sports and the professionalism involved in it right now, with television and revenue production, I'd like to see some of it going back to the student-athletes."

Brand said he was firmly against the notion.

For Murphy at Northwestern, educating players, not paying them, is the key to restoring order in college football. As a player who defied the staggering odds of making the N.F.L., he witnessed career-ending injuries and the sad spectacle of a former Redskins teammate, Dexter Manley, tearfully telling a Senate committee that he did not learn to read until the age of 29 despite playing football at Oklahoma State for four years.

As a member of the N.F.L. players' union, he also saw how dim the prospects after football could be for players without degrees. At Colgate, Murphy watched the football team make three consecutive appearances in the N.C.A.A.'s Division I-AA playoffs and the men's basketball team make two appearances in the N.C.A.A. tournament. He also saw 87 percent of Colgate's student-athletes graduate. Now, with an athletic department budget at Northwestern that is $33 million - or three times that of Colgate's - he sees an opportunity to be a role model for what intercollegiate athletics should be.

"One of the things that frustrated me at Colgate over the years is that faculty members would take student-athletes aside and say, 'You have to make a choice - you can't excel both academically and athletically,' " Murphy said. "I think you can."

Copyright © 2003 The New York Times Company

Thursday, August 28, 2003

Maureen (the Cobra) Dowd on "Bring 'Em On!"

How ANYONE could express confidence in W is beyond belief. W — like Reagan — seems coated with Teflon©. However, W's coating might be something else altogether. Time will tell. I detect a telltale stench. If this be (fair & balanced) treason, make the most of it.


[x NYTimes]

August 27, 2003

The Jihad All-Stars

By MAUREEN DOWD


WASHINGTON — Yep, we've got 'em right where we want 'em.

We've brought the fight to their turf, they're swarming into Iraq and blowing up our troops and other Westerners every day, and that's just where we want to be.

Our exhausted and frustrated soldiers are in a hideously difficult environment they're not familiar with, dealing with a culture America only dimly understands, where our desperation for any intelligence has reduced us to recruiting Saddam's old spies, whom we didn't trust in the first place, and where we're so strapped that soldiers may have to face back-to-back yearlong overseas tours.

We don't know exactly which of our ghostly Arab enemies are which, how many there are, who's plotting with whom, what weapons they have, how they're getting into Iraq, where they're hiding, or who's financing and organizing them.

And we certainly don't understand the violent internecine religious battles we've set in motion. At first the Shiites were with us, and the Sunnis were giving us all the trouble. Now a new generation of radical Shiites is rising up and assassinating other Shiites aligned with us; they view us as the enemy and our quest as a chance to establish an Islamist state, which Rummy says won't be tolerated.

In yesterday's milestones, the number of U.S. soldiers who have died since the war now exceeds the number who died during the war, and next year's deficit was estimated at a whopping $480 billion, even without all the sky-high costs of Iraq.

But Republicans suggest that Iraq's turning into a terrorist magnet could be convenient — one-stop shopping against terrorism. As Rush Limbaugh observed: "We don't have to go anywhere to find them! They've fielded a Jihad All-Star Team."

The strutting, omniscient Bush administration would never address the possibility that our seizure of Iraq has left us more vulnerable to terrorists. So it is doing what it did during the war, when Centcom briefings routinely began with the iteration: "Coalition forces are on plan," "We remain on plan," "Our plan is working."

Even though the Middle East has become a phantasmagoria of evil spirits, and even though some Bush officials must be muttering to themselves that they should have listened to the weenies at State and nags at the C.I.A., Team Bush is sticking to its mantra that everything is going according to plan.

As Condoleezza Rice put it on Monday, the war to defend the homeland "must be fought on the offense."

Taking a breather from fund-raisers yesterday, Mr. Bush discreetly ignored his administration's chaotic occupation plan and declaimed, "No nation can be neutral in the struggle between civilization and chaos."

Echoing remarks by other officials implying that it's better to have one big moment of truth and fight our enemies on their turf rather than ours, Mr. Bush said, "Our military is confronting terrorists in Iraq and Afghanistan and in other places so our people will not have to confront terrorist violence in New York or St. Louis or Los Angeles."

So that's the latest rationale for going into Iraq? We wanted an Armageddon with our enemies, so we decided to conquer an Arab country and drive the Muslim fanatics so crazy with their jihad mentality that they'd flip out and storm in, and then we'd kill them all?

Terrorism is not, as the president seems to suggest, a finite thing.

Asked at a recent Pentagon town hall meeting how he envisioned the end state for the war on terror, Donald Rumsfeld replied, "I guess the end state in the shortest response would be to not be terrorized."

By doing their high-risk, audacious sociological and political makeover in Iraq, Bush officials and neocons hoped to drain the terrorist swamp in the long run. But in the short run, they have created new terrorist-breeding swamps full of angry young Arabs who see America the same way Muslims saw Westerners in the Crusades: as Christian expansionist imperialists motivated by piety and greed.

Just because the unholy alliance of Saddam loyalists, foreign fighters and Islamic terrorists has turned Iraq into a scary shooting gallery for our troops doesn't mean Americans at home are any safer. Since when did terrorists see terror as an either-or proposition?

"Bring 'em on" sounded like a tinny, reckless boast the first time the president said it. It doesn't sound any better when Mr. Bush says it louder with a chorus.

Copyright © 2003 The New York Times Company

Fightin' Bob T in Wisconsin Weighs In on Rants & Raves

Tom Terrific (aka Fightin' T) sent along this anti-W editorial that ran this AM in the Madison fishwrap. Tom Terrific suggests that the Democrat candidate (any of them) use the Reagan line in 1980: Are you better off than you were four years ago? The Republican crowds shouted back: Nooooooooo! And then the punch line: Well, it's time to make a change in Washington! Cheers from the faithful. Tom Terrific also raged about W going on vacation for a month in Crawford, TX. Hell, W ain't on vacation. He's raisin' some serious money! W is going to top Bill Clinton and Al Gore or die tryin'. W is presiding over $2K-per-plate dinners. Fine young people are dying in Iraq while W postures and talks tough. I want to see him walk the streets of Baghdad and work the crowd. Press the flesh. Look presidential. Biscuits and gravitas. As P. M. Carpenter wrote, I cringe when I hear W say nuke-u-lar. Dumber than a stump. Of course, the boy is cunning. He has gone further on less firepower than anyone in our history. Hell, name the dumbest president. It has got to be W. Now, that isn't to say that W is not cunning. W listens to Karl Rove. He listened to Karen Hughes. He listens to Grover Norquist. I guess he listens to Dick (the Dickster) Cheney. He does what he is told. Reagan took direction well. W does not have Reagan's theatrical ability. Reagan was an actor. He shook his head and acted embarrassed that he had to stick to Jimmy Carter. W sounds like a bit player in the Senior Class Play at Crawford HS. He is as believable as Jon Lovitz when Lovitz portrays his pathological liar character. Abe Lincoln said that you could fool all of the people some of the time. W has fooled all of the people once and his string is running out. If this be (fair & balanced) treason, make the most of it.


[x Wisconsin State Journal]

Bush Reaches sell-by date

An editorial

August 28, 2003

Like many products that appear appealing when they are fresh, the Bush administration is starting to go bad. The president's aides still think they can sell America a used war and a broken economy, but Americans are better consumers than that.

For the first time since Bush became president, more Americans oppose his re-election than support it. An ABC News poll finds that 49 percent of registered voters surveyed want the president out. Only 44 percent would keep him.

Election Day is a long way off. But Bush would do well to ponder these polls and recognize that the American people are sending him a message: The war isn't worth it. And the economy isn't working.


Copyright © Wisconsin State Journal. All rights reserved.


Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Richard (Kinky) Friedman Strikes Again!

Ah, another of my favorite Texans: Richard Friedman aka Kinky Friedman. I think he has tightly curled hair. Anyway, the Kinkster is a national (not just Texas) treasure. He survived the 1970s and the drug culture. He has survived Reagonomics all of the way to W. His sense of humor has never flagged. Who else would write a paean to Jack Ruby? I doubt that W could even identify Jack Ruby. He would guess: Precious gems merchant? If this be (fair & balanced) treason, make the most of it.


[x Texas Monthly]

Jack Was an Ace

And a villain, a patriot, and a scoundrel. Here's to my spiritual role model, Jack Ruby, the original Texas Jewboy.

By Kinky Friedman


ON NOVEMBER 22, 1963—THE FATEFUL DAY that shook the world, the day that caused Walter Cronkite to shed a tear on national television, the day that belied Nellie Connally's encouraging words, "You can't say Dallas doesn't love you, Mr. President," the day that gave Oliver Stone an idea for a screenplay—I was a freshman at the University of Texas, sleeping off a beer party from the night before. Indeed, I slept through the assassination of John F. Kennedy like a bad dream and, upon waking, retained one seemingly nonsensical phrase: "Texas Cookbook Suppository."

It was only later, once I'd sobered up, that I realized I'd been sleeping not only through history class but history itself. I'd also slept through anthropology class, where I'd received some rather caustic remarks from my red-bearded professor for a humorous monograph I'd written on the Flathead Indians of Montana. I'd gotten an A on the paper, along with the comment, "Your style has got to go." But I realized that he was wrong. Style is everything in this world. JFK's style made him who he was. Even dead, he had a lingering charisma that caused me to join the Peace Corps. Yet it was the style of another man in Dallas that was to change my life, I now believe, even more profoundly. I'm referring, of course, to that patriot, that hero, that villain, that famously flamboyant scoundrel, Jack Ruby.

Like the first real cowboy spotted by a child, Ruby made an indelible impression upon my youthful consciousness. He was the first Texas Jewboy I ever saw. There he stood, like a good cowboy, like a good Jew, wearing his hat indoors, shooting the bad guy who'd killed the president and doing it right there on live TV. Never mind that the bad guy had yet to be indicted or convicted; never mind that he was a captive in handcuffs carefully "guarded" by the Dallas cops. Those are mere details relegated to the footnotes and footprints of history. Ruby had done what every good God-fearing, red-blooded American had wished he could do. And he was one of our boys!

Ten years later, in 1973, with Ruby still in mind as a spiritual role model, I formed the band Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys, which would traverse the width and breadth of the land, celebrated, castigated, and one night nearly castrated after a show in Nacogdoches. None of it would have happened, I feel sure, without the influence of Jack Ruby, that bastard child of twin cultures, death-bound and desperately determined to leave his mark on the world. While many saw Ruby as a caricature or a buffoon, I saw in him the perfect blending of East and West—the Jew, forever seeking the freedom to be who he was, and the cowboy, forever craving that same metaphysical elbow room. I, perhaps naively, perceived him as a member of two lost tribes, each a vanishing breed, each blessed, cursed, and chosen to wander.

In the days and months that followed the assassination, as Ruby languished in jail, the world learned more about this vigilante visionary, this angst-ridden avenging angel. Ruby, it emerged, was indubitably an interesting customer. He owned a strip club in which the girls adored him and in which he would periodically punch out unruly patrons. This cowboy exuberance was invariably followed by Jewish guilt. Josh Alan Friedman, a guitar virtuoso who is as close to a biographer as Ruby probably has, notes that Jack was known to pay medical and dental bills for his punch-out victims and offer them free patronage at his strip club. With Lee Harvey Oswald, however, this beneficence was not in evidence. According to Friedman, Ruby was utterly without remorse over Oswald's death, delighting in the bags of fan mail he received in his prison cell.

In time the mail petered out and, not long after that, so did Ruby. He died a bitter man, possibly the last living piece in a puzzle only God or Agatha Christie could have created. I didn't really blame Ruby for being somewhat bitter. The way I saw it, he had actually accomplished something in killing Oswald. He'd helped one neurotic Jew, namely myself, come up with a pretty good name for his band.

Years after Ruby had gone to that grassy knoll in the sky, my friend Mickey Raphael, who plays blues harp with Willie Nelson, tried to get a gig at Jack's old strip club. At the time, Mickey had a jug band, and though he found the place to be redolent of Ruby's spirit, he didn't get the gig. "I thought you guys liked jugs," Mickey told the manager.

Thus is the legacy of one little man determined to take the law into his own little hand. And so they will go together into history, a pair of Jacks, one dealt a fatal blow in the prime of his life, the other dealt from the bottom of the deck; one remembered with the passion of an eternal flame, the other all but forgotten. Friedman notes that Ruby wept for Kennedy. Chet Flippo, in his definitive book Your Cheatin' Heart, tells of Ruby's friendship and loyalty a decade earlier toward another one of life's great death-bound passengers, Hank Williams. Ruby, according to Flippo, was one of the last promoters to continue to book Hank as the legend drunkenly, tragically struggled to get out of this world alive. He was also one of the few human beings on the planet who knew Hank Williams and spoke Yiddish.

Was Ruby a slightly weather-beaten patriotic hero? Was he a sleazeball with a heart of gold? Was he, to paraphrase Leonard Cohen, just another Joseph, following a star, trying to find a manger in Dallas? My old pal Vaughn Meader, who in the early sixties recorded the hugely successful The First Family album satirizing JFK, probably expressed it best. After flying for most of that tragic day, oblivious to the news, he got into a taxi at the airport in Milwaukee. The driver asked him, "Did you hear about the president getting shot?" "No," said Vaughn. "How does it go?"

© Copyright 2003 Texas Monthly



Viagra: W & the Rest of Us

W doesn't need Viagra (or any of its emerging competitors). He does what he does best to us without chemicals. It comes naturally to him. Just today, the Bushies have absolved the electrical utilities of the obligation to stifle air pollution. W says, "What's that smell? It's money, boy!" When I associate a smell with W and his minions, it sure ain't money! I wonder if W has ED? W was an owner of the Texas Rangers. Rafael Palmeiro (1b) is a Viagra pitchman. So was Bob Dole. Is W far behind? Sumbitch will do anything for an easy buck. That sums up his life: an easy buck. O, well. Viagra is a myth, too. There is no free lunch (Barry Commoner). If you want to dance, you have to pay the fiddler. (Eugene — Big Daddy — Lipscomb) If this be (fair & balanced) babble, so be it.



[x The Independent]

How was it for you? Viagra can leave a trail of ruined lives and shattered hopes, says expert

By Maxine Frith, Social Affairs Correspondent

27 August 2003

When it was launched five years ago, Viagra was hailed as a wonder drug that would revolutionise the sex lives of millions of men and women.

The diamond-shaped pills became a bestselling brand and a designer accessory favoured by everyone from Robbie Williams to the former US presidential candidate Bob Dole.

But a new book by a leading American doctor reveals the anti-impotence drug is failing to rise to the occasion. Dr Abraham Morgentaler, a urologist at Harvard Medical School who helped with the implementation of Viagra, says it is causing more problems for some couples than it solves.

His book, The Viagra Myth, reveals for the first time the drug's popularity is waning as it leaves a trail of broken relationships and shattered expectations in its wake.

He says: "The Viagra Myth has less to do with the effectiveness of the medication than with our cultural propensity to look for the easy fix. Many of my male patients, together with their partners, have come to realise that finally achieving a great erection does not solve their relationship problems. In fact, it has frequently made them worse."

The book, to be published in November, discloses less than half of prescriptions for Viagra are refilled, meaning the majority of men who take the drug are not coming back for more.

According to Dr Morgentaler, Viagra is triggering a male sexual revolution in a similar way the Pill did for women during the 60s.

But far from liberating men from impotence, it is forcing them to confront previously hidden emotional problems in relationships - and many are opting to return to the physical frustration of the bedroom rather than face other issues.

Dr Morgentaler, president of the Men's Health Forum in the US, says he has seen male patients who have decided to stop taking Viagra because it has increased their partner's expectations of them between the sheets. Others are taking Viagra - then leaving their partners after realising that while they may now be able to have sex, they are simply not attracted to their wives or girlfriends.

According to Dr Morgentaler, the drug has been hailed as a quick-fix cure-all when it may be anything but. It seems our love affair with Viagra has become a flop - and it all began so romantically.

Like many scientific breakthroughs, Viagra was discovered by mistake. In the late 1990s, researchers for the pharmaceutical company Pfizer were concentrating on developing a drug to beat heart disease. They began work with an active ingredient called sildenafil, which they hoped would help to increase the blood flow through the blocked arteries caused by heart disease.

Early trials were started, with volunteer patients given either sildenafil or a dummy, placebo pill. But the results were disappointing - the drug seemed to have no effect on blocked arteries. The researchers decided to scrap the trials and asked the volunteers to return the unused pills.

Then something strange happened - the men in the trial who had been given the "real" sildenafil were curiously reluctant to hand back the drug. When questioned, they admitted that while the pills had done nothing for their heart problems, they had reached another part of their body entirely - with incredible effects.

Patients who had previously experienced sexual problems because of their heart disease reported that, within an hour of taking sildenafil, they were rising to the occasion with no problems.

From that moment, Pfizer knew that it had a hit on its hands. At the time, erectile dysfunction (ED), as impotence is termed in medicine, was a love problem that dared not speak its name.

One in ten men in the UK was estimated to suffer from ED, but few were willing to go to their GP, partly because of the dearth of effective treatments.

Men who did ask for help had to cope with the indignity of cumbersome vacuum pumps and variations on the rubber band, or resort to a plethora of quack creams, potions and ointments available on mail order.

Viagra, as Pfizer called its new wonder drug, changed all that. From the moment it was launched in the US in January 1998, it became a bestseller. It not only transformed the treatment of impotence - it made the condition something to be talked about in the open.

Pfizer scored a coup when it signed up Mr Dole to star in television commercials for Viagra. The Playboy publisher Hugh Hefner gave the drug untold publicity when he revealed that he regularly took it. Viagra became one of the first drugs to enter the English language as a global brand almost equal to Coca-Cola.

When Nicole Kidman stripped off in a West End play, her performance was described as "pure theatrical Viagra". Such is its potency that recent studies have claimed it can work on everything from limp plants to sex-shy female pandas.

When it was licensed for use in the UK in March 1998, it caused a national debate over whether such "lifestyle" drugs should be available on the NHS.

Amid dire predictions that Viagra could cost the health service £1bn a year, the Health Secretary at the time, Frank Dobson, slapped a restriction on all impotence treatments, which limited them to men with specific medical conditions.

Overnight, impotence went from being something that wasn't talked about but which most men could get help for, to a condition that was a national talking point and only a minority could be treated for.

Despite the restrictions, doctors and patients have found ways to get their hands on the little blue pills. Since Viagra was launched, prescriptions for impotence treatments have doubled.

More than a million NHS prescriptions were written for the condition last year - and while there is no official breakdown, the overwhelming majority of them would be for Viagra. NHS recipients are restricted to four pills a month.

Millions more people in Britain are buying the drug over the Internet, sometimes for as much as £10 a pill. The drug makes more than a £2bn a year but its dominance in the market is being threatened by the emergence of similar drugs.

More worryingly, Dr Morgentaler says the hype surrounding Viagra is being replaced with disillusionment that it has not proved to be a panacea for problems in the bedroom. His book recounts tales of men who decide to stop taking the pills because once the physical problem has been cured, their partners have become more sexually demanding.

HOW THE BLUE PILL HAS CHANGED ONE MAN'S LIFE

By Danielle Demetriou

When Tony Wilkinson tentatively swallowed a Viagra pill four years ago, he had little idea that it would be the first of many that would transform his life.

Having endured years of involuntary abstention from sex due to injuries sustained in a fall, the drug finally brought the satisfactory love life that had eluded him and his wife, Kathy.

But while Mr Wilkinson is the text-book candidate for Viagra, which he obtains on the NHS, he has become increasingly concerned at the growing number of men who take the drug for the wrong reasons.

"There are more and more people who seem to be turning to the drug to sort out all their problems," said Mr Wilkinson, 51, from Camberwell, south-east London. "It has been called a magic blue pill that can transform your life and it certainly has changed mine.

"But I can see that there are lots of people who take it thinking it will sort out a relationship that may not be right in the first place. It may be magic for certain people, in terms of the physical effects, but it's not going to solve every single problem if there are other issues to deal with too."

Mr Wilkinson was working as an industrial door-fitter when he suffered serious injuries from a fall that led to impotency.

While he and his wife tried a series of remedies, ranging from injections to pumps, he failed to find a satisfactory method until he was prescribed his first Viagra in 1999.

"I haven't looked back since I took my first pill," he said. "As far as I'm concerned it's the best thing since sliced bread. It means me and Kathy got our love life back."

But Mr Wilkinson remains acutely aware of its limits.

While he takes the drug within a stable, loving relationship, he voiced concerns that some men may be turning to the drug for the wrong reasons, with negative consequences.

"As someone whose life was totally transformed by it, and who needed something like this very badly, it does make me angry that there are people who are taking it for the wrong reasons," he said.

"It does make me angry that there are some idiots who take if for so-called recreational reasons. I think it's a bloody stupid thing to do when there are people who really need it.

"People shouldn't see it as a magic pill that will solve everything. It only works in the right situations."

© 2003 Independent Digital (UK) Ltd