Kind of a shame to interrupt Josh and your when you are drooling, but here is Sullivan's version. _____________________________
A Perfect Scandal D.C.'s Latest High
You've heard of the expression "an actor's actor," or a "man's man" or a "cricketer's cricketer." Well, in Washington right now, we have a scandal-monger's scandal. It's almost a perfect exemplum of the form; world-class, really. It contains every element you could possibly wish for (even a little sex, war, and a distant African country), pits classic political elements against one another (CIA versus White House versus Democrats versus journalists in a never-ending circle), and is so far almost completely incomprehensible. In that sense, it's a perfect Washington storm - full of sound, spin and fury - but so far very few people outside the central players, and maybe not even most of them, have any idea of what's really going on.
Here's the rough plot. A while back, the Bush administration sent an old diplomat, Joseph Wilson, to the African country of Niger to try and figure out whether Saddam had tried to get uranium from its rulers. Wilson spent a few days by the hotel pool, politely asking people if Saddam had been sniffing around for nuke material, and came back and said there was no evidence of it. The Bushies ignored him, and, relying on British intelligence, maintained that there was some evidence of Saddam WMD mischief in Africa (though not necessarily Niger). Wilson felt understandably slighted to have his work ignored, was a fire-breathing liberal Democrat anyway and vented in the New York Times earlier this summer that the Iraq war was based on false evidence.
A little while later, a veteran and highly unpleasant hack, Robert Novak, wrote a mystifying column where he mentioned, a propos of nothing much, that Wilson's wife was, in fact, a CIA operative. It turns out that she was in some sense "undercover," although you'd need a doctorate in CIA-speak to grasp the full subtlety of the category in which she was in. So she was "outed;" which could well be illegal; and Novak's source was someone in the administration. The story went nowhere until last weekend, when an anonymous administration source told the Washington Post that someone in the White House had deliberately leaked the name out of revenge for Wilson's New York Times op-ed, and had contacted six other hacks as well to spread the dirt. The intent, apparently, was to intimidate other CIA sources from coming forward with their own doubts and grievances about Iraq intelligence.
Still with me? You can certainly see why this is a problem. Exposing a CIA agent's cover is a dangerous thing to do and illegal to boot (if you're in the government). In a war on terror, which the Bush administration takes seriously, you need all the good intelligence you can get. Exposing your own side - for the pettiest of partisan reasons - is both suicidal and despicable. It's unclear yet what damage might have been done to Mr Wilson's wife, Valerie Plame, or her contacts, if she had many.
But just when your outrage is rising to the level of splutter, along comes Wilson himself, posing for photographs, feet up on his desk, musing out loud to the media about which actress might get to play his wife in the movie. Then you find out that he has described it as his "personal mission" to bring down "neoconservatism" and all the right-wing crazies he thinks are in the White House and Defense Department. He adds for good measure that he's looking forward to seeing Karl Rove, Bush's chief political adviser, "frog-marched" out of the White House, and blames him personally for the leak. Then he concedes he has no evidence it was Rove himself, but that he assumes Rove condoned the tactic.
Then you ask yourself another question: why would leaking the cover of Wilson's wife accomplish anything for the administration anyway? Doesn't the fact that she worked in the CIA and was an expert in WMDs actually add to Wilson's credibility, rather than detract from it? And isn't it obvious that it would be big news if someone's CIA cover were blown and immediately rebound on the administration? How does that intimidate anyone? If anything, it's likely to convince future leakers and whistle-blowers that the White House has gone completely bonkers and there's nothing to lose by piling on.
None of it makes any sense. Perhaps that's why the six journalists who got the info never wrote anything about it. If you're a hack trying to write a story, how do you connect that information to anything? All sorts of theories have been aired. Maybe it was a leak designed for disgruntled neoconservatives who were complaining that a big lefty like Wilson had been picked in the first place. The White House could argue that his wife was a WMD expert and so he was qualified. Nice try, but not exactly a winner. They could easily have achieved that objective by a whisper campaign at a few cocktail parties. Or were they trying to say that Wilson got his job through his wife and so was a hapless example of nepotism? Nepotism? That's a slightly glass house accusation coming from an administration whose president is the son of a former president. The best explanation came from Slate's Jack Shafer who opined, with a slight air of desperation, that the leak "makes as much sense as the White House ordering a break-in of the Democratic National Committee headquarters five months before the incumbent president is poised to smother his Democratic opponent in a landslide." Uh-oh.
But this White House? To the exasperation of every hack in town, it's been as water-tight as any administration in memory, doling out tiny trickles of information to very few people with extreme precision. After the cacophonous, constant splish-splash of the Clinton years, it's been a bone-dry capital. Either the White House is cracking up under the strain or some big, nasty internal fight just spilled over accidentally.
So we have an inquiry into who leaked what to whom, in which, in all likelihood, no one in the administration is going to fess up and no reporter is going to violate a source. So the sound you're hearing is a big, fat, long, just-started silence being endlessly and probably fruitlessly investigated. Alas, in real life, you can't tell everyone they're going to stay behind after school until someone comes clean. And even the scandal-loving editors of the major papers can only spin out silence for a few news cycles. They did their best, though. I loved the Thursday efforts: the equivalent of: "Some Say a An Independent Counsel Is Needed;" "CIA and White House at Odds." Democrats Attack Republicans - Shock Horror."
Mercifully, just as hysteria was fusing with incipient boredom, news broke from the other coast that we had ourselves a real winner. Scharzengropergate burst on the scene. This scandal was crude by Washington standards - and didn't even include a law-suit. A leading politician was revealed to have had serial gropings and leerings toward women, many of whom had felt humiliated. The liberal Los Angeles Times dropped the bombshell in order to damage Arnold's campaign with only a few days left to go. The Democrats defended their man, accusing the others of a partisan witch-hunt, dismissing the women as attention-seekers and manipulated by dark forces of Republicanism ... oh, sorry, that was the Clinton era. This time, the Democrats thought it was an absolute disgrace, no woman should vote for Schwarzenegger, didn't the Republicans get it? ... and on and on. (The Republicans switched sides just as swiftly, with nary a breath before they defended Arnold in almost the same tones that the Dems once defended Clinton.)
Actually, they didn't have to try too hard. Within a news cycle, Arnold fessed up to much of it, apologized, said he'd make up for it in office and beamed away, hoping his new lead in the opinion polls wouldn't drop under the pressure. He's a pro. Hey, if he gets into office, maybe a few of these women will sue. And then we can have a Clintonite scandal in Sacramento and a Nixonian scandal in Washington and cable ratings will finally climb back to O.J. levels. And if all else fails, find an ancient film-script with Arnold praising Hitler! Anything, I guess, to keep our minds off a world war. This is a reluctant empire, after all.
October 5, 2003, Sunday Times. copyright © 2003, 2003 Andrew Sullivan andrewsullivan.com |