by Robert Jensen
Dissident Voice
Bob Woodward’s
latest travelogue through the minds of the powerful, “Bush at War,” has been
widely praised as a compelling account of the Bush administration post-9/11.
The book is, in
one sense, quite an accomplishment: Woodward manages to make the subject
boring. He takes events of incredible significance -- the 9/11 attack and the
U.S. response to it -- and weighs them down with so much trivia drenched in
naiveté that I found myself struggling to stay awake.
As I faded in
and out of consciousness while reading, I imagined the following, rendered in
Woodwardesque prose:
Robert Jensen
walked into the conference room with his dog-eared copy of “Bush at War” and
laid it on the mahogany table next to the manila folder that held the talking
points he had rushed to finish before the meeting. He knew the revisions, made
right up to the last second, had been hard on his staff, but this was a meeting
with the president, with all the principals. Everyone knew what was at stake.
Jensen knew the
president would expect him to have answers, not just questions, about the
importance of the book by Bob Woodward, the Washington Post’s star reporter.
But, Jensen
pondered, was Woodward really just a reporter? Or had circumstances changed the
once scrappy guy from the metro desk who had broken the Watergate story wide
open? Was Woodward something more? A first-draft historian? A meta-journalist?
Jensen knew the president would want an assessment, and he knew that he would
be on the spot.
Bush leaned
forward in his chair; it was time for the meeting to start.
There was only
one item on the agenda for this meeting: assessing this bestseller that was
flying off the bookstore shelves across America. Bush wanted to know: What was
the fallout for the war? Did the American people understand the task his
administration faced? Was Woodward’s book going to derail the strategy the
president had approved? It was a good strategy, all the principals agreed. But
where were the weak spots? The president needed answers, and -- as always --
the president wanted them now. And he wanted a hamburger. The steward on duty
was dispatched. National Security Adviser Condoleezza Rice suggested they get
started.
Around the table
were Vice President Dick Cheney, Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, Director
of Central Intelligence George Tenet, and White House Chief of Staff Andrew
Card. And, of course, Condi. She had been nervous about the meeting, worrying
that the attention being paid to “Bush at War” was distracting the president.
He was being pulled in different directions, and it was her job to keep him
from being pulled apart.
After the last
National Security Council meeting, her job was getting harder. Rumsfeld had
proposed that the next phase of the war on terrorism should be a massive attack
on Cuba to expand the U.S. base at Guantanamo Bay to the whole island -- a
three-day air campaign followed by boots-on-the-ground. Cheney had liked the
plan, and Tenet had said his paramilitary teams were ready to work with the
Special Forces units that would take the lead.
Powell had been
visibly shaken by the proposal. He had known Rumsfeld was itching to expand the
war quickly, but he couldn’t believe the secretary of defense would push for a
strategy that rash. Powell had no doubt Castro had links to al-Qaeda, but he
thought the case needed to be nailed down. He didn’t trust the HUMINT (human
intelligence) coming from the CIA that suggested Castro and bin Laden had once
ordered camping gear -- including, crucially, a two-burner propane stove --
from the same web site. Did they have the SIGINT (signals intelligence) to back
it up? How could he take such sketchy evidence to foreign leaders? Sure, the
British would buy it, but it would be a hard sell everywhere else. The French
likely would block a Security Council resolution. Powell was putting out the
fires in his mind before Rumsfeld could finish the proposal. Castro needed to
go, but was this the way? Powell had been skeptical from the start.
Meanwhile, Bush
had moved on: “Yes, we can do Cuba. And we should. Castro is evil. He has done
evil. He is an evildoer. So let’s do it. I want something on paper in three
days. All options laid out, with minimal civilian casualties. Remember, we do
good, not evil.”
Bush had ended
that meeting by looking straight at Rice: “Now, what about Woodward’s book?”
The principals weren’t eager to take it on, but Rice knew the president wanted
to confront it head on.
That’s where Jensen
came in. He came into this without connections to any of the principals. He
could lay out the case and let the others react. Rice knew it would be touchy,
but she had to take the chance. She scheduled Jensen for the next NSC meeting.
Now Rice was impatient
to get it over with. “Professor Jensen, please begin,” she said.
Jensen explained
that much of the furor over the book had been about the access Woodward had
been given -- to notes from NSC meetings and to the thinking of the principals.
Had important intelligence sources been compromised? Jensen told the president
not to worry. There was virtually nothing of interest about policy or strategy
in the book. For all the breathless prose suggesting that Woodward was
revealing the real truth about the planning for the war in Afghanistan, the
book was empty. It simply regurgitated the same claims about the war that the
administration had offered to the public at the time, only with the pretense
that Woodward had tapped into the real thinking of the leadership.
Jensen assured
the president that Woodward seemed to believe that all the administration
officials were basically telling the truth. When they said the attack on
Afghanistan was about ending terrorism, Woodward apparently believed them.
There was no indication in the book that Woodward understood the war was part
of an imperial project to extend and deepen the dominance of the United States,
around the world and in the crucial resource-rich arenas of the Middle East and
Central Asia.
Jensen knew that
wasn’t the president’s only concern. What about Woodward’s revelations of
tensions among key advisers, and the possibility some of those advisers had
cooperated with Woodward to gain political advantage? Had Woodward punished
Rumsfeld and rewarded Powell based on how much information each had given? Was
the book fair to Cheney? Jensen again assured the president that Woodward was
such a sycophant that even the treatment of Rumsfeld, who was portrayed
somewhat less sympathetically, gave the impression that the secretary of
defense was working 24/7 for justice and freedom. Jensen cut to the chase.
“It’s a slam
dunk,” he told the president, remembering that Rice had told him that Bush
preferred sports metaphors. “The underlying message of “Bush at War” is that
your administration is made up of decent, hard-working folks who -- no matter
what their differences in personality, ideology or strategy -- in the end do
what is best for the country and the suffering people of the world.”
Bush looked
relieved, but there was another question hanging in the air. Jensen knew the
president wouldn’t ask it, but he knew it was his job to answer it.
“I know it
doesn’t matter to you, Mr. President, but with your permission I would like to
assess the effect of the book on your approval ratings,” Jensen said.
Bush winced ever
so slightly. He was, of course, curious, and before 9/11 it might have been one
of his central questions. But 9/11 had changed the president, changed the man.
He knew political considerations mattered if he were to succeed in pushing
through his domestic agenda. But he also knew that he couldn’t think
politically the way he once had. He was the president in a new age, and he
couldn’t look back.
“Go ahead,” Bush
said. “But make it quick. We have a war against terrorism to win.”
Jensen wasted no
words. “You come out looking like a leader. A gut player who can think on his
feet. A man not afraid to push his subordinates but also willing to trust their
judgment. A man who, when the pressure is on, isn’t afraid to take chances, but
who knows when to be cautious when lives are at stake. A man who grew into the
job but never lost his Texas instincts.”
And, Jensen
said, “A man not afraid to ask for a hamburger when he’s hungry.”
Bush smiled.
“Where I come from, a man’s not a man if he’s afraid to ask for a hamburger
when he’s hungry.”
That instantly
changed the mood of the meeting. Powell looked over at Rumsfeld, and the two
laughed. Powell quickly wrote on a note card -- “Let’s get (Deputy Secretary of
Defense Paul) Wolfowitz and (Deputy Secretary of State Richard) Armitage and go
get a burger tonight” -- and pushed it to Rumsfeld, who flashed a thumbs-up.
Cheney, reading their minds, said, “Put me down for take-out. I have to get
back to my undisclosed location.” They all laughed until they stopped.
Rice breathed a sigh of relief.
Let the boys go out for burgers -- they need to blow off some steam, she
thought. She was already sketching her evening: a salad and brief walk to clear
her head, and then back to work on Cuba. She still had to nail down the number
of fuel cylinders Castro had ordered for the camp stove, and there were some
disturbing reports out of Prague that the Cubans had found a way to synthesize
plutonium from propane.
Robert Jensen is an associate professor of journalism at the University
of Texas at Austin, a member of the Nowar Collective, and author of the book
Writing Dissent: Taking Radical Ideas from the Margins to the Mainstream and
the pamphlet “Citizens of the Empire.” He can be reached at rjensen@uts.cc.utexas.edu.