THE ARMIES OF THE RIGHT
11:00 PM, Nov 15, 1998 • By ANDREW FERGUSON
I'm not an expert in these matters, but here's my guess. Historians of the future will date the demise of conservatism in America to the summer of 1996, when it was revealed that the Clinton White House had obtained the secret FBI files of several hundred Republican politicos.
In the era of the New Democrat we're used to seeing liberals act like conservatives, but that summer was the moment at which conservatives decided to act like liberals. The injured Republicans organized and spoke of "empowering themselves." They claimed victim status in outraged letters to the editor. They complained loudly about their constitutional rights. There were petitions, and proclamations, and press conferences where nostrils flared and eyes flashed fire. They gathered for a protest rally in front of the White House -- with bullhorns! And to seal their conversion they engaged a "public interest" law firm to file a class action lawsuit on their beleaguered behalf. Overnight they had become Ralph Nader.
The only thing missing was the last desperate signal of sentimental victimhood: little pastel ribbons, folded and pinned to the lapel, to show solidarity for . . . oh, I don't know what they would have shown solidarity for. But the important thing, from a historian's perspective, is that now, in late 1998, this oversight has been corrected. At long last conservatives are wearing lapel ribbons. The color is peach, to signify the wearer's support for President Clinton's impeachment, and I saw hundreds of them last Saturday at a "March for Justice" on the national Mall, where a crowd of citizens gathered, as the press release put it, "to demand Clinton's removal from office."
Loudly "demanding" and ostentatiously "marching" for ineffable "justice" used to be the unique vocation of the Left -- people on the right being otherwise engaged in things like going to work and earning a living. The sponsor of the March for Justice, however, boasts an impeccably right-wing pedigree. The rally was organized by an Internet Web site called Free Republic, which over the last couple of years has become the cybersalon of any enthusiast interested in the mysterious deaths of Vincent Foster, Jim McDougal, and Ron Brown, the mysterious conflagration at Waco, the mysterious murder of Mrs. Randy Weaver, the abrupt ending of the American way of life with Y2K, the mysterious crash of TWA 800, the unexplained castration of Buddy the presidential pup, and now -- as a logical culmination of all these interrelated matters -- the impeachment of Bill Clinton.
Who were the marchers exactly? Well, as the rally opened they were led in singing the national anthem by a person called "Muffaletta Man," if that gives you some idea. Fanned out before a stage set up at the base of the Washington Monument, there was a large contingent of bikers and more than one dead ringer for the late nine-fingered guitarist Jerry Garcia; many cheerful oldsters in lawn chairs; two couples in fright wigs and many more in Clinton masks; countless yuppies in Lands' End and Polo; a black guy; a man dressed up like a cigar (with Monica Nudo printed on the cigar band around his waist) and another in a chicken outfit; several veterans in fatigues and one in full George S. Patton regalia. Jim Robinson, the founder of Free Republic, summed it up in a speech from the stage: "We are the American people," he said. In all, there were a couple thousand of the American people in attendance -- fewer than the 4,000 the organizers claimed, but many more than the hundred or so who had gathered on the mall a week before in a rival rally to show support for President Clinton.
And this should come as no surprise. With the executive branch under enemy occupation, conservatives have mastered the arts of liberal protest and made them their own. At the March for Justice they submerged themselves in group chanting -- "Impeach Indict Convict! Impeach Indict Convict!" -- and carried signs fashioned with great care and imagination. "FIRE THE LIAR." "CLINTON'S LIES ARE AS SLIPPERY AS A WHITE HOUSE CIGAR." "MY PRESIDENT SLEPT WITH YOUR HONOR STUDENT." "GO BACK TO CHINA YOU COMMUNIST BASTARD." Back at the edge of the crowd I came across a pair of sign-waving old ladies, neither of whom could have been a day under 75. "HILLARY -- BILL SAYS YOU ARE A LESBIAN," read one placard; the other, more simply: "CLINTON SUCKS." (My, what big signs you have, Grandma!)