High Noon
It’s High Noon in Iraq.
President George W. Bush told the Butcher
of Baghdad, Saddam Hussein, to get out of Iraq in 48 hours—or the troops would
roll.
Saddam said no lily-livered two-timing
spoiled Texas silver sidewinder scares him. It’s his town. They’re his oil wells
and his missiles, and he won’t give them up. Besides, he said, he won the first
Gulf War—so the second should be no problem.
The United Nations was still gasping for
breath the day after Bush delivered the ultimatum Monday evening. All but a few
of the members of the Security Council, who had told the sheriff they were with
him, were scurrying for cover.
This looks like nothing so much as a plot
from a grade-B Western. We only wish it were.
Last night, tonight, tomorrow—American
troops and their British allies will begin the fight for Baghdad. Every
American—even those with deep misgivings—supports them.
This doesn’t mean every American
understands nor supports the move to Baghdad. Given contradictory evidence and
the ham-handed brand of politics of the Bush Administration, it’s amazing a
large majority of Americans favor overthrowing the Iraqi regime.
Some say it’s because Americans don’t
really understand foreign policy. In a sense, they’re right. Machiavelli isn’t
on the American bestseller list.
The world view of ordinary Americans was
probably best described by former Speaker of the House Tip O’Neill. He said,
"All politics are local." The phrase is key to understanding why Americans will
fight and try to bring freedom to a people in chains.
In this small world, Saddam Hussein is
like the guy who moves into a house down the street who keeps attack dogs in the
front yard and stacks dynamite in the back.
For years, the neighbors take a
live-and-let-live approach. They reason that as long as the dogs don’t get out,
as long as no one is harmed, they will ignore the guy.
Then things begin to happen. Armed thugs
go in and out of the house day and night. Shots and screams are heard.
Thugs threaten concerned neighbors with
violence. Some neighbors disappear.
Someone calls a community meeting. Some
argue that if the neighbors are nicer to the guy, he will change. Some want to
send in the sheriff. The guy agrees to a property inspection—then balks.
The community bickers. The sheriff and his
deputies go after the guy anyway.
Should the sheriff have waited for full
consent? Was the sheriff reckless? Or was the community that chose bickering
over action irresponsible?
Only history will tell.