I read the updated edition of this book, the one with the surprise twist at the end. The one where the hero of the story, a man full of integrity, intelligence, sound judgement, clarity of thought, a passion for justice, and just a cornucopia of admirable qualities, foists a mishmash of lies and half-truths before the United Nations to justify going to war.
I can't think of another book that I enjoyed so much, up until the very last part, and then wanted to hurl against the wall, filled with disappointment and a sense of betrayal. This was an odd reaction, because I read the book long after the sordid mess in Iraq unfolded and no weapons of mass destruction were ever located and any alleged ties between Iraq and Al-Qaeda were demonstrated to be be limited to the strangely u-less letter “q.” I already knew the ending, but somehow it still enraged and depressed me, because after slogging through 600 pages of Powell’s extraordinary life story, my admiration for him had been ratcheted up sky-high, only to come crashing down and land in a pile of doo-doo.
There is so much upon which General Powell and I agree. Like him, I am disturbed by extremism on both the left and right. I agree with his point, oft-made throughout this book, that racial injustice has been and continues to be a central problem facing our nation. I also agree wholeheartedly with him that the U.S. and the west were on the right side of the Cold War, that free markets (with some sensible regulation) are an essentially good thing, that communism was a bad idea, and the collapse of the Soviet Union was a wonderful development for the entire world. Colin and I are on the same page with regard to all these things. We are also both fond of rum.
His life is a classic American success story. Son of immigrant parents rises from humble beginnings in New York City, overcomes entrenched racism, and rises to become one of the most powerful people in the world. Especially moving was his account of coming home from Vietnam where he risked life and limb on behalf of his nation, only to be denied service at a restaurant on the basis of the pigments in his epidermis.
Hundreds of pages of powerful imagery of this sort permeate the book. Examinations of racism and overcoming racism, from the perspective of someone uniquely qualified to opine on the subject. Ideas about how unclear political objectives inevitably lead to a floundering misuse of military power. And perhaps most powerful, inspirational and ironic: He describes his efforts to persuade other key military leaders to downsize the U.S. military in the wake of the collapse of the Soviet Union, and illustrates the reluctance on the behalf of many of them to read the writing on the wall, their insistence that we need to be prepared for a non-existent threat.
On this point, General Powell is crystal clear:
“I predicted Soviet military budget cuts of 40% , manpower cuts of 50%, a cap on naval shipbuilding . . . by 1994: no Soviet Forces in Eastern Europe, Warsaw Pact replaced, East Germany gone, all Eastern-bloc countries neutral states with multiparty systems. . . I began matching these projections to a commensurate strength and structure for the U.S. military . . . These levels would be tough to sell to Cheney.”
“Another cost cutter: the Army wanted a new radio jammer to thwart Soviet commando attacks in NATO’s rear. What attacks? What rear? What Soviets? We cut the request and $200 million more was saved.”
In a chapter entitled “When you’ve lost your best enemy,” he eloquently describes the natural tendency of military institutions to create an enemy even when there isn’t one. He had a front row seat to the collapse of the Soviet Union as well as the unwillingness on the behalf of many of his colleagues to even acknowledge that we had had the imprudence to actually go and win the Cold War.
That’s why the very last part of the book, added after its initial publication, is so very very disappointing. Because in that chapter (a transcript of the 2003 speech before the UN Security Council, outlining the alleged urgent need to invade Iraq ) Powell does exactly what we readers have just spent hundreds of pages admiring what he has stood up against. This was a reminder of the disappointment I and others felt after the details of that speech were revealed to be of an unmistakably bovine fecal nature, thousands of lives and a couple of trillion dollars too late. Because many of us didn’t put a lot of stock in the integrity of Dick Cheney or the judgement of George Bush, but felt that this guy, at least, was someone you could trust.
In a 2016 interview, Powell expresses great regret for those remarks to the U.N., admitting that the intelligence on which the decision to invade Iraq was based was deeply deeply flawed. I hope that any future editions of the book will include an addendum to the addendum. I think Star Wars has taught us that having a good guy seduced by the dark side of The Force is a great way to advance a plot, but it’s so much more satisfying when he becomes a good guy again at the end.
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P.S. If you don’t agree with my politics, that’s totally okay with me. You are entitled to your worldview, but please believe me when I say that I am not the slightest bit interested in trying to convince you that you are wrong, nor listen to you explain why you think I am wrong. I’m pretty sure there exist places on the internet where people engage in that sort of thing. I am not so sure than anyone has ever actually successfully convinced anyone else that they were wrong about anything, but hey, hope springs eternal. Go for it! Just not here. Thanks and have a great day.