Petraeus himself has been treated in the media as a celebrity, somewhere between a
conquering Caesar and the Paris Hilton of generals. Nothing he does has been too unimportant to record, not just the
size of his entourage
as he arrived from Baghdad, or the suite he was assigned at the
Pentagon, or even his "recon" walk through the room in the House of
Representatives where he would testify Monday, but every detail.
Somehow, when he refused to give interviews before his "long-awaited"
appearance, lots of Petraeus-iana
slipped out anyway:
"[H]e also has taken short breaks for walks with his
wife.... for dinner with their daughter, who lives in the area, and for
lunch with his wife's parents. On his daily jogging route he maintains
a brisk, steady pace over a seven-mile route, snaking from Fort Myer,
across the Potomac and through Georgetown…"
Sigh…
So who, exactly, was so eagerly awaiting the jogging general's testimony? If a recent
Washington Post-ABC News poll is any indication, a majority of Americans weren't among that crowd. They had already
discounted
whatever he would say — I doubt the ambassador even registered — as
"exaggerated" and "a rosier view" than reality dictated before his face
and that chest full of ribbons hit the TV screens. ("Just 23 percent of
Democrats and 39 percent of independents expected an honest depiction
of conditions in Iraq.") This was simple good sense. What exactly could
anyone outside of Washington have expected the general — who had a hand
in creating the President's "surge" strategy, is now in charge of the
"surge" campaign, and for months has been delegated the official
administration front man for what was, from day one, labeled a
"progress report" — to say? An instant online headline
caught
the mood of the Petraeus moment while his first round of testimony was
still underway: "Gen. Petraeus Sees Iraq Progress." Ah, yes…
And what in the world could anyone have eagerly anticipated from our
unbudgeable President? Just what occurred. And yet, in our media, and
inside Washington, the drumbeat for
"an anticipated moment of truth" continued, as if something were actually at stake. Take just one example. On Sunday, the
Washington Post had a hard-breathing
piece
by no less than six of its best journalists, with the headline, "Among
Top Officials, 'Surge' Has Sparked Dissent, Infighting."
It
focused on a reported "clash" between Gen. Petraeus and his theoretical
boss, Centcom Commander Adm. William J. Fallon. It seems that the two
fell into a near end-of-the-world-style struggle because Fallon had
begun "developing plans to redefine the U.S. mission and radically draw
down troops." ("'Bad relations?' said a senior civilian official with a
laugh. ‘That's the understatement of the century.... If you think
Armageddon was a riot, that's one way of looking at it.'") Naturally,
Petraeus, like the President, wanted to continue to surge full strength
(as we now know — not that we didn't before — from his slow-as-molasses
plan to drawdown American forces). But what did that radical Fallon
have in mind that led to a "schism"? According to a source who spoke to
a
Post
reporter, it "involved slashing U.S. combat forces in Iraq by
three-quarters by 2010." Imagine a Centcom commander as a force
slasher!
But hold on a moment. Combat forces make up, at best, less than half of
all U.S. forces in Iraq; so if, by 2010, the good admiral wants only
three-quarters of those combat troops withdrawn, then we're still left
with at least 80,000 or more troops in that country three years from
now.
Well, I'm with Eliza D — and so, evidently, was the technology of the
House hearing room in which the general and the ambassador appeared on
Monday. After chairman of the House Armed Services Committee Ike
Skelton (D-MO) and various other Congressional representatives
introduced the hearings for what seemed like hours, the general was
finally given the floor for his "long-awaited" testimony. His mouth
began to move but in a resounding silence. The mike had failed and
(except for Code Pink protesters rising from the audience to
shout
and be escorted out) the room fell into just about the only Iraqi
silence of these past, "eagerly anticipated" months — and what a relief
that was. While Skelton fumed, the announcer on MSNBC suggested, "The
commander of U.S. forces in Iraq is apparently powerless over the sound
system in the hearing room."
It was a moment that had Iraq written all over it. After all, has anything worked as planned or dreamed since March 2003?
Of course, fifteen minutes later the mike had been replaced (though the
room lights then proceeded to flicker as if in distant communion with
electricity-less Baghdad) — in Iraq, you suspect, people would have
just started shouting — and the general did finally launch on his
monotonal, mind-numbing, expectably boiler-plate testimony. He promised
that,
if
all went well, American troops would be back to pre-surge levels by
mid-July 2008, ten months from now, 18 months from that plan's
beginning. "Progress" indeed.
The general's testimony would
be dealt with in the tones of gravitas that journalists-cum-pundits and
pundits-cum-pundits reserve for moments like this. Yet, given the
original expectations of the Bush administration, some of the testimony
Petraeus (and later Crocker) had to offer would have been little short
of hilarious if the subject weren't so grim. (Good news! Four years
after the invasion of Iraq, we finally have the former Baathists of
al-Anbar Province, whom our President used to refer to as
"dead-enders," on our side! Even better, we're arming them and all is
going swimmingly!)
Buying a precious extra six-plus months for the White House, the
general also suggested that it would be premature to think beyond next
July, when it came to "drawdown" plans, and that we should, instead,
all reconvene in mid-March 2008 for more of the same.
Sigh…
You can, of course, already begin writing the script for that "eagerly
anticipated," "long awaited," "pivotal" moment when the situation in
Iraq will be predictably worse, predictably more precarious, and
predictably surprising to the general and the ambassador.
As aids for his testimony, Petraeus had brought along a profusion of
enormous, multicolored charts to illustrate his points. Many of them —
amazingly enough — seemed to have more or less the same blue, red, or
yellow lines, each of which crested about chart middle and then
essentially nosedived toward the present moment. The message was clear:
Good news on the numbers! Everything's falling! You didn't need an
expert — you essentially didn't need to know a thing — to find the
confluence of those descending lines with the general's appearance in
Washington
a tad tidy.
As for me, I found it hard to believe that those charts hadn't been
recycled from the Vietnam era, when Petraeus' equivalent, General
William Westmoreland, used similar brightly colored, bar-coded,
son-et-lumière
aids to wow visiting congressional delegations with the metrics of
"progress" in his war. Now, once again, we're knee deep in the Big
Metric, flooded with so many different kinds of stats that you can
hardly tell one from another (though most involve
dead bodies). If you remember the Vietnam era, there's a simple rule here: When the top brass hauls out the pretty charts, duck…
In the meantime — mind you, this is Iraq where nothing has been orderly
— everything was, we were assured, to proceed in an orderly fashion,
summed up in the general's wonderfully tidy, if somewhat
Orwellian-sounding formula, "from leading to partnering to overwatch."
Hmmm… "overwatch." I wonder who first woke up in a sweat in the middle
of the night with that lovely term on the brain? I wonder what it even
means? I wonder where we'll be "overwatching" from? Perhaps from that
monstrous embassy
that we've almost completed in Baghdad, the largest on this or any
other planet, or from our vast permanent-seeming base towns like the
one with the
17-mile security perimeter
that the President visited in Iraq's western desert, but that no
reporter accompanying him even thought to describe for us. (Oh, back in
November 2006, that base, as a British reporter described it,
already had
the requisite Subway and pizza outlets, a football field, a Hertz
rent-a-car office, a swimming pool, a movie theater showing the latest
flicks, and two bus routes.)
Like Eliza, I'm for skipping the words at this point. After all, what
does all the talk mean if, in September 2007, the U.S. is building
yet another base in Iraq, this time near the Iranian border, as the
Wall Street Journal
reported on Monday. The military describes it as a "life support area"
— don't ask me what that means — with this added definition: "[It's]
not really permanent, although it will be manned 24/7 and will be used
for as long as necessary."
What does all the talk mean if, as the
Washington Post's indefatigable Walter Pincus
noted,
also on Monday, the U.S. Commerce Department is looking for a new legal
adviser for Iraq with a contract running through July 31, 2008, plus
two possible 12-month extensions. (There we are in 2010 again!) This
adviser is to help the poor, ignorant Iraqis as "they draft the laws
and regulations that will govern Iraq's oil and gas sector." After all,
as the proposal makes clear, the Commerce Department (U.S., not Iraqi)
"will be providing technical assistance to Iraq to create a legal and
tax environment conducive to domestic and foreign investment in Iraq's
key economic sectors, starting with the mineral resources sector." And
"conducive" is just such a nice word! Even nicer than "sovereignty."
What do the words mean, if the far edge of Armageddon, as defined in
Washington or in military-insider politics, leaves enough American
troops in Iraq to fill a couple of baseball stadiums — or several
gigantic bases — in 2010?
At some level, the situation seems remarkably uncomplicated, if you
skip the words (and the words about the words). As has always been
true, the top figures of the Bush administration remain completely
unmoved by, and unmovable by, words which, as is well known, are only
meant to move other people; the Republicans in Congress — after all
this time, despite all the dismal polling figures — are still on bended
knee to the Bush administration, so powerless that they feel incapable
of striking off on their own. (Senator John Warner, R-VA, who isn't
even seeking reelection, recently
begged
the President to please, please, pretty please, send home a few
thousand troops, any troops at all, and call it a day. And, in his
testimony, General Petraeus threw the Senator a carefully gnawed bone,
agreeing to do just that.)
The Congressional Democrats are
too weak (and divided) to change policy — and let's be honest, even if
they did, this administration would undoubtedly pay no attention
whatsoever to anything they mandated. The Republican candidates for
President (minus the maverick Ron Paul, who isn't really a Republican
at all) have bowed down low before presidential Iraq policy, as if
before a pagan idol in the desert, in search of the "base vote."
Democratic candidates for President (Bill Richardson and Denis Kucinich
excepted) are running "tough" (which means running scared and
cautious)
on Iraq. If, in 2008, the war actually proves good for business at the
polls for Democrats, then, to their consternation, they'll find they've
just inherited a disastrous war, that they're likely to be blamed for
losing it, and that they're in charge of Hell, not the Oval Office or
Congress. (And note that, out of kindness to all of you, I'm not even
mentioning Iran.... though there was that nice, giant block of type
over Iranian territory on a Petraeus-displayed map labeled "Major
Threats to Iraq" that said: "Lethal Aid, Training, Funding.")
Given this line-up of forces, how could it have been anything but
"words, words, words" in Washington, even while it was death, death,
death in Iraq?
What those words do, however, is fill all available space, reinforcing
a powerful sense that Washington's importance in the scheme of things
is the one unquestionable reality on our planet. The rest of the world
hardly registers, except in the mode of frustration.
Is there a single ounce of humility anywhere in Washington? Can we even
imagine that, somewhere on Earth, someone doesn't think about us?
General Petraeus, always identified as having "earned a Ph.D. in
international relations from Princeton University as a young officer,"
is said to be a man with a high regard for his own reputation. Hasn't
he noticed, then, that, for one extra star and his Warholian 15 minutes
of fame, he's made himself this country's
fourth
commander of American forces in Iraq in less than five years? Each of
those commanders had a plan. Each was confident. Each claimed
"progress." And, once upon a time, each was embraced by the President
as the man to give him "advice." Ambassador Crocker is similarly the
fourth American civilian viceroy to head up our caliphate of Baghdad.
He now has "carte blanche" there. But carte blanche to do what?
Could these men really believe that, with them, the occupation of a
crucial country in the embattled oil heartlands of the planet would
finally head down the IED-pocked path of success? Is the vanity of
American officials as great as that? Was it really worth turning so
many Iraqis into red and blue lines, into military metrics?
To grasp the Petraeus moment, you really have to re-imagine official
Washington as a set of drunks behind the wheels of so many SUVs tearing
down a well-populated city avenue — and all of them are on their cell
phones. They hardly notice the bodies bouncing off the fenders. For
them, the world is Washington-centered; all interests that matter are
American ones. Nothing else exists, not really. Think of this as a form
of imperial autism and the Petraeus moment as the way in which the
White House and official Washington have, for a brief time, blotted out
the world.
Tom Engelhardt, who runs the Nation Institute's Tomdispatch.com, is the co-founder of the American Empire Project. His book, The End of Victory Culture
(University of Massachusetts Press), has just been thoroughly updated
in a newly issued edition that deals with victory culture's
crash-and-burn sequel in Iraq.