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To: calgal who wrote (4777)12/15/2003 12:43:12 PM
From: calgal  Respond to of 6358
 
WONDER LAND

URL:http://www.opinionjournal.com/columnists/dhenninger/?id=110004432

Godfather II: Gore Makes Dean an Offer
Don Corleone would fit right in as Democratic Party boss.

BY DANIEL HENNINGER
Monday, December 15, 2003 12:01 a.m. EST

Maybe Saddam's capture changes the dynamics of the race for the Democratic presidential nomination. But I doubt it. Change of direction is not something that comes easily to this party anymore. Al Gore's grandly public endorsement of Howard Dean last week confirms my view that the easiest way to understand the Democratic Party today is by watching "The Godfather."

Do not misunderstand me. I am not saying they are crooks. What I am saying is that the Democratic Party has the look, feel and smell of a very old institution. It must move about in the real world but is determined to remain insulated from it. Sen. Hillary Clinton, who somewhat resembles Morgana King (Mama), said recently that President Bush was a "radical," that he was trying to "undo the New Deal." Sen. Clinton was speaking of a way of life, which she believes to be honorable, however antique its rituals may seem to modern eyes. It's their thing, and like Michael Corleone, the most you can hope to achieve in life is to control it.

If you are willing to think in these terms, much of what is going on in the Democratic Party begins to be understandable. It has power, and it bestows benefits. President Bush is not someone waging a war on global terror, but is simply a man who is a threat to them, and the system through which they bestow benefits and therefore survive.

I think of Bill Clinton as the Don Corleone of the Democratic Party. In the organization, there is no one above him. Terry McAuliffe is his Tom Hagen, who talks to the outside world. I leave it to others to fill out the rest of the cast.

The events inside the Democratic Party leadership now are very serious, unlike the past 10 months. When Al Gore took Howard Dean's hand into his own in Harlem (an insult to Bill Clinton and Al Sharpton), everyone in the party knew that the party's organizational structure, controlled by the Clintons, was being challenged. Mr. Gore will either win this struggle for control, or retire to Vegas to run a talk show.

Now, in "The Godfather" you saw that everyone adhered to an elaborate and formal system of courtesies, as in the phrase, "senatorial courtesy." But when Tessio betrayed the Corleones, when these men made decisions from which you could never go back, they did not bother with the courtesies. They only offered explanations later, when they were doomed.
Al Gore did not extend Sen. Lieberman the courtesy of a phone call. And Dick Gephardt and John Kerry, former associates in many old battles against the Republicans, they too did not receive a call. Nothing personal. As Hyman Roth said in his life-is-tough speech to Michael Corleone, "Politics is the business we have chosen to be in."

Al Gore doesn't care what the press thinks of what he did to Joe Lieberman. After this act of political ruthlessness, he gains the respect of the pols. Al Gore gave Howard Dean what Howard Dean couldn't get on his own--"stature," proving that other than Bill Clinton, he is the only person in the Democratic Party who can bestow stature. On Saturday, the Los Angeles Times said it had convened a poll of the party's 450 local and state leaders; 32% have thrown in with Mr. Dean, with Messrs. Gephardt and Kerry down near 15%.

It has been talked about among the cognoscenti for some weeks now that the new Dean organization, if he secured the nomination, would challenge the Clintons' control of the party apparatus, meaning mainly the cash flow from contributors and the unions. But I thought it more likely that if Mr. Dean got the nomination, he would be visited over a table in a nice restaurant, the Palm in Washington, by Mr. McAuliffe and Harold Ickes, who would explain that he could win the presidency with them, but not without them.

With this understanding, an alliance of partners would result. The old organization and its traditional sources of income--the patronage mills, the government contracts, the public-bond issues, the legal jobs--would survive, and Mr. Dean's people would be given significant control, maybe half. Now it's not so clear that Howard Dean needs to cut a deal with the Clinton factions, because maybe the factions aren't so close to the Clintons anymore.

Inside the organization, Mr. Gore has never been Bill Clinton's equal, not even when he ran for president. But kingpins can fall. Bill Clinton showed weakness by allowing his stature to be associated with Wesley Clark, an outsider, who turned out to be a weak candidate. The old order can miscalculate, and collapse. The word was put out that Howard Dean's candidacy was a problem because the candidate's views and volatility would be a hard sell in the contributor salons run by Wall Street Democrats; a "hothead." But Mr. Dean's operatives unlocked the power of the Internet to drive street money toward his campaign. New power flows to the new kingmakers, like Al Gore. He will be talking to men like George Soros, new men with new money.

Some are suggesting that Mr. Gore's Dean endorsement looks unprincipled, or that the internal contradictions of the Gore-Dean alliance--are they centrist? liberal? progressive?--are confusing and therefore destructive for the party's chances in the election.

Maybe. But politics is more than ever a mass-market phenomenon. Whatever else, mass-marketing is short on ideas and high on emotion, which means it's currently well-suited for the Democratic Party. I think Al Gore gets this.

Until the party evolves a new ideas package, which despite nine active candidacies isn't happening, its best bet is to muscle another Election 2000 voter-turnout miracle. Ideas and beliefs? The party faithful restate the old ways every day to discrete cells of believers via new pathways of communication such as MoveOn.org, a Web site run by people out of a house in Berkeley, which overnight became a new force in the party.

For a Democratic Party now rooted almost wholly in ancient beliefs, the candidate mainly has to be a willing, charismatic vessel of the believers' mass energy. I don't think there is any other explanation for Howard Dean's remarkable success. Amid loathing of George Bush, fear of war, even a just war, and the aura of community created by the Internet, Howard Dean becomes the man, the one.
It may still add up to only 42% of the November vote and Mr. Dean evaporates. But so what? In "The Sopranos" the feds win occasionally, and take some guys off the street. The organization remains. Al Gore is in place. He is aligning himself with the progressive foot soldiers who make the party run. Hillary will remain the darling of the Old Media families and a contender. But if the Gore-Dean alliance attracts more party regulars, Bill and Hillary will have to give Al Gore a call. When's the last time that happened?

Mr. Henninger is deputy editor of The Wall Street Journal's editorial page. His column appears Fridays in the Journal and on OpinionJournal.com.



To: calgal who wrote (4777)12/15/2003 12:44:03 PM
From: calgal  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 6358
 
WAR

'No Saddam'
It'll be hard now for the media to deny our accomplishments in Iraq.

BY JOHN R. GUARDIANO
Monday, December 15, 2003 12:01 a.m. EST

At first I thought I was dreaming. I was half asleep and only turned on the TV for a weather report. Snow and an accompanying "wintry mix" had been forecast for the Washington area, and I was concerned about not being able to shop for family Christmas presents.

"Saddam Hussein may have been captured," CNN was reporting. My thoughts quickly raced back eight months to the day I arrived in Al Hillah, Iraq. My Marine Corps reserve unit had been activated before the war, and my team had found itself in the Babylon province. We were 60 miles south of Baghdad and were to help stabilize and reconstruct this small Iraqi city.

The war was just a month old when we arrived in Al Hillah, yet already the facts on the ground had changed dramatically. The eerie silence of war had given way to large and boisterous crowds of young people--happy, smiling children who rushed out to greet us. Most of what they said was in Arabic and thus unintelligible to me. But their facial expressions and body language said enough. They were happy to see us. Some even managed to shout more than a few English phrases.

"Americhi, Americhi!" they shouted. "Bush good, Saddam bad!" "What's your name?" Some enterprising young Iraqis even offered to sell us soda and water. All of them, it seemed, gave us a hearty thumbs-up and vigorously waved and pumped their hands in gratitude and appreciation of our presence there.

The kids surrounded our vehicles en masse almost as if we were rock stars. They were eager to see us and to talk with us. To them it was clear that we were heroes who had liberated them from Saddam Hussein.

Their reaction had surprised me and, truth be told, scared me more than a little. Of course I was heartened by their reaction; it made me want to both smile and cry. But as far as we Marines were concerned, we were still in a war zone with plenty of bad guys--embittered Baathists, Saddam loyalists and angry foreign jihadis--who were determined to kill us.

We all knew that it took just one sniper or one suicide bomber to send us home in body bags. It would be easy, I thought, for the bad guys to hide behind these children and attack us. I shuddered at the thought of the mayhem and carnage I knew would result from such an attack.

We kept our guard up and I resolved not to become too sentimental. After all, at first I was but one of eight Marines riding along in two Humvees. And I had an immediate security problem: I was sitting in the back of a Hummer peering out the back when the canvas top came lose and blocked my view. The Iraqi crowd was descending on us, so I moved quickly to jerry-rig the canvas out of the way. But with no real success, so we decided to junk the top altogether.

Our comfort level with the Iraqi people grew considerably in the coming weeks and months as we assumed effective governing control of Al Hillah and the surrounding province. We came to realize that the gratitude and affection we experienced on that first day was far from fleeting and ephemeral. It was instead deeply rooted in the people's recent collective conscience.
Al Hillah is overwhelmingly Shiite, and the Babylon province is home to at least two mass graves, where thousands of innocent men, women and children were buried (sometimes alive) after Saddam and his henchmen had tortured them. Virtually everyone, it seemed, had a story to tell about a family member abducted in the dead of night by the Baathists, never to be seen or heard from again.

For the Iraqis who endured the sadism and cruelty, there was a deep-seated, lingering fear that Saddam would one day rise again, that the Baathist tyranny would resume under his leadership if the United States tired of the fight and left the country.

That is why the most common question I was asked by Iraqis, especially in those initial weeks after the Hussein regime had been overthrown, was, "Where's Saddam?" The Iraqis found it quite reassuring to hear me, a young, gun-toting Marine, tell them, "No Saddam!" as I ran my finger across my throat to simulate his throat being cut.

I also would point to the ground and stomp my feet to indicate that Saddam had been buried (I didn't realize how right I was). The children would smile back happily, give me the thumbs-up sign, and imitate me. Soon I was being greeted with shouts of "No Saddam!" as the children slapped their hands and stomped the ground. This became a bond of understanding and appreciation between us.

Not surprisingly, the kids were quick to praise the killing of Saddam's sons. "No Uday! No Qusay!" they shouted to us last summer after the two were killed in a firefight in Mosul.

I was therefore not surprised to see ordinary Iraqis cheering Saddam's capture and firing rifles into the air. What has been surprising is the negative media coverage and the shameless exploitation of the war for partisan political purposes that I've seen since returning from Iraq in September.
"It's almost as if what we did over there never happened and doesn't matter," one of my staff sergeants told me. But what we did, and what the U.S. military is still doing, does matter, as the Iraqis whom I was privileged to know and befriend will tell you.

And although I certainly am thankful to be home, I wish I could see the faces of the Iraqi children today when they ask, "Where's Saddam?" Because I could forthrightly tell them what U.S. administrator L. Paul Bremer said yesterday: "We got him."

No Saddam, indeed, not on our watch.

Lance Cpl. Guardiano is a field radio operator with the U.S. Marine Corps' Fourth Civil Affairs Group and, as a civilian, defense editor of Rotor and Wing magazine.
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