If I had my druthers, every issue of A-Clue.Com would be chock-full of stories concerning e-commerce, Moore's Law, and mobile technology.
But as a human being, I sometimes feel compelled to state what I feel, and whatever happens as a result, happens.
For the first time in my career I've been afraid this week, afraid to write what I feel.
I had a really good political column in me, but I kept putting it off.
Then I came across a piece on Lawrence Lessig, the copyright lawyer. He was finally facing some demons from his own past, representing fellow victims of a horror that he couldn't talk to his own parents about, even 30 years later. This is what he finally concluded.
Although my own father and his two brothers all served in the U.S. military during World War II, the Good German is an image that has haunted me all my life. How could it happen? Germany was the center of European civilization, the home of Bach, of Beethoven, of Schiller and Goethe, of rationalism, Einstein, and gemutlichkeit. My high school German teacher, Karl Kruse, claimed to be a German war veteran. To hear him tell it he lost World War II all by himself. What was he, really? He was the man who introduced me to Hesse, to Kafka, to poetry and beauty.
"You must believe we never knew," said Marlene Dietrich in "Judgment at Nuremberg," playing the widow of a German general. (Dietrich, at left, was an excellent German, who won the Medal of Freedom for her efforts on behalf of the U.S.) Like others playing Germany in that movie (like Werner Klemperer and Burt Lancaster ), she was in fact a U.S. veteran.
"You condemned yourself the first time you ordered the death of a man you knew to be guilty." This was the final judgment Spencer Tracy gave Burt Lancaster, another U.S. veteran playing a conscience-stricken former German judge, at the movie's end.
It was an easy call to make, at the time. Act in evil's name and you become evil. Hide from the evil around you and you become complicit.
So how complicit am I? How complicit are you?
There can no longer be any doubt that the Bush Administration crossed the Nuremberg line some time ago. Abu Ghraib, Guantanamo, the creation of a secret, separate torture system, with no controls nor due process. The invasion of a sovereign, secular dictatorship which had nothing to do with 9-11, and no WMDs. The killing of untold numbers of Iraqis, which goes on to this day. Selected through a Florida coup, civil liberties tossed in the name of "Homeland Security," the press cowed, scandals ignored and uninvestigated.
Yet re-elected with an increased majority.
Were you complicit? I worked against it. I worked against this two-headed dictatorship, marrying the worst of 20th Century Orwellian fascism with 15th century religious intolerance, yet I feel my own guilt. How about you?
Who are you angriest at now, them or me?
My own anger reached a boiling point recently when some Democratic Party group urged that the Congress impeach this President. As though that would do any good. As though that were even possible.
We have reached a point, frankly, where Americans are no longer a competent judge or jury for what has gone on. All the circuit breakers that worked for 200 years have tripped, yet the horror goes on. We're all either complicit or hopelessly biased. But when history's reckoning comes someone has to play Spencer Tracy in our movie.
So I have a modest proposal. Forget impeachment. When this is over accept the jurisdiction of the World Court, over all of it. Hand Saddam Hussein to the Hague. But open up this nation's books as well. Have a public, international investigation of all the horrors of our time, listen to the justifications, and if there's a case to be made extradite.
Send Bush to the Hague. Send Cheney, and Rumsfeld, Gonzalez and even Lynndie England if asked. I can no longer judge this. And neither, frankly, can you. If the court demands reparations, pay them. No matter how humiliating to our own nation, to you and to me, justice must be done. Justice will be done, God willing.
9-11 wasn't Pearl Harbor. It was Kristallnacht.