Yesterday, a chum sent along a wonderful sendup of a Time cover; the slash banner about The Dickster was delicious. The war criminals who meet in the Oval Office are wading deeper and deeper in the Big Muddy. Dub is on the ropes. The Mollster nails him for the inarticulate, smartmouth frat boy that he is. The horror of 3 more years is building. 2008 cannot come soon enough. In the meantime, The Dickster wants the CIA to behave like the Gestapo or the KGB. We are no better than those we are fighting. We have surrendered the moral high ground and the world knows it. All of this for some cheap political objectives. If this is (fair & balanced) despair, so be it.
[x Austin Fishwrap]
Talkin' tough about torture doesn't work
by Molly Ivins
I can't get over this feeling of unreality, that I am actually sitting here writing about our country having a gulag of secret prisons in which it tortures people. I have loved America all my life, even though I have often disagreed with the government. But this seems to me so preposterous, so monstrous. My mind is a little bent and my heart is a little broken this morning.
Maybe I should try to get a grip — after all, it's just this one administration that I had more cause than most to realize was full of inadequate people going in. And even at that, it seems to be mostly Vice President Cheney. And after all, we were badly frightened by 9/11, which was a horrible event. "Only" nine senators voted against the prohibition of "cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment of persons under custody or control the United States." Nine out of 100. Should we be proud? Should we cry?
"We do not torture," said our pitifully inarticulate president, straining through emphasis and repetition to erase the obvious.
A string of prisons in Eastern Europe in which suspects are held and tortured indefinitely, without trial, without lawyers, without the right to confront their accusers, without knowing the evidence or the charges against them, if any. Forever. It's "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich." Another secret prison in the midst of a military camp on an island run by an infamous dictator. Prisoner without a name, cell without a number.
Who are we? What have we become? The shining city on a hill, the beacon and bastion of refuge and freedom, a country born amidst the most magnificent ideals of freedom and justice, the greatest political heritage ever given to any people anywhere.
I am baffled by these "arguments": But we're talking about really awful people, cries the harassed press secretary. People like X and Y and Z (after a time, one forgets all the names of the No. 2's after bin Laden we have captured). The SS and the Gestapo and the NKVD weren't all that nice, either.
Then I hear the familiar tinniness of the fake machismo I know so well from George W. Bush and all the other frat boys who never went to Vietnam and never got over the guilt.
"Sometimes you gotta play rough," said Dick Cheney. No kidding? Now why don't you tell that to John McCain?
If you are dead to all sense of morality, let us still reason together on the famous American common ground of practicality. Torture. Does. Not. Work.
Torture does not work. Ask the United States military. Ask the Israelis.
There seems to be some fantastic scenario floating around — if Osama bin Laden had an atomic bomb hidden in a locker at Grand Central Station, and it was due to go off in 12 hours, and we had him in prison. . . . I seem to have missed some important television program on this theme. I am told it was fiction, but it must have been really scary — it certainly seems to have unbalanced the minds of some of our fellow citizens.
Torture does not work. It is not productive. It does not yield important, timely information. That is in the movies. This is reality.
I grew up with all this pathetic Texas tough: Everybody here knows you can't make an omelet without breaking eggs; and this ain't beanbag; and I'll knock your jaw so far back, you'll scratch your throat with your front teeth; and I'm gonna cloud up and rain all over you. . . .
And that'll show 'em, won't it? Take some miserable human being alone and helpless in a cell, completely under your control, and torture him. Boy, that is some kind of manly, ain't it?
This is what the Washington Post reported: "The CIA is holding an unknown number of prisoners in secret detention centers abroad. In violation of the Geneva Conventions, it has refused to register those detainees with the International Red Cross or to allow visits by its inspectors. Its prisoners have 'disappeared,' like the victims of some dictatorships."
Why did we bother to beat the Soviet Union if we were just going to become it? Shame. Shame. Shame.
Ivins is based in Austin.
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