From the Scrapbook.
Mar 21, 2011, Vol. 16, No. 26 • By THE SCRAPBOOK
Buried at the end of an otherwise milquetoast New York Times article (“Obama Seeks a Course of Pragmatism in the Middle East,” which The Scrapbook supposes is a generous interpretation of the fact that there’s no outward sign the White House has any clue whatsoever) was this jarring nugget of reporting:
Indeed. When you’re president of China and you’re concerned that people in the hinterlands are bitterly clinging to their guns ’n’ religion, you can simply take those things away. When you’re president of China, all radio is National Public Radio. When you’re president of China, you don’t have to worry about annoying off-year elections. When you’re president of China . . . We could go on.
No doubt some readers are stunned that a democratically elected president would empathize with the leader of the deadliest regime in human history. (In the wake of new archival evidence unearthed last year, one prominent University of Hong Kong professor now places the death toll of Mao’s Great Leap Forward at 45 million.)
However, The Scrapbook can’t say it was astonished at Obama’s lament. Wistful affection for China’s authoritarian government has been à la mode among the punditocracy for so long now, that it was only a matter of time before this sentiment reached the top. The New York Times’s Thomas Friedman has made a cottage industry out of China-envy, churning out column after column on the topic. “Watching both the health care and climate/energy debates in Congress, it is hard not to draw the following conclusion: There is only one thing worse than one-party autocracy, and that is one-party democracy, which is what we have in America today,” he famously wrote in Walter Duranty’s newspaper.
In particular, China’s high speed rail fetish and pronouncements about global warming have captivated American liberals—the reality of China’s horrific environmental and traffic problems notwithstanding. The Nation’s Washington editor Christopher Hayes, for instance, has observed, “Uncomfortable thought: If China were to become democratic, its climate policy would get much worse.” Unlike Friedman, Hayes at least acknowledges he’s conflicted.
But the Walter Duranty Prize for Useful Idiocy must be bestowed on Washington Post wunderkind Ezra Klein, who took a junket to China last year. After a guided tour of a government-planned condo development—an almost literal Potemkin village—Klein breathlessly reported: “A conversation with some residents revealed that they didn’t just get one free apartment in the new building. They got four free apartments, three of which they were now renting out. And medical coverage. And money for furnishings. And a food stipend. And—I’m not kidding, by the way—birthday cakes on their birthdays. Sweet deal.”
Who among us, let alone the Leader of the Free World, is immune to the allure of free birthday cake?
David S. Broder, 1929-2011
The Scrapbook was not above poking occasional fun at David S. Broder, the longtime Washington Post reporter and columnist, as a fairly reliable bellwether of the received wisdom in political Washington. This was not meant as an insult. When he died last week at 81, Broder had been a Washington correspondent for nearly 60 years—for the Post through four decades, the old Washington Evening Star and, briefly, the New York Times—and was about as plugged-in as anyone could be with the bosses, the activists, the chattering classes, the movers and shakers, and elected officials who, through a sociopolitical osmosis, arrive at consensus in the nation’s capital about issues and personalities. To use one well-worn journalistic phrase, Broder had his finger on the pulse of political Washington, and (phrase number two) he knew which way the wind blew.
But there were two good reasons why Broder was almost universally liked and admired, by people of all parties and persuasions. First, he was a tireless reporter. On the weekend he might be seen on one of the political chat shows (he appeared on Meet the Press over 400 times) or at a White House dinner, but on Monday morning he would be just as reliably spotted at an obscure congressional hearing, think tank seminar, press conference in Iowa, or New Hampshire kaffeeklatsch.
Second, he was invariably fair in his treatment of everyone and everything he wrote about. Broder never hid his own center-left views; but he took conservatism and conservatives seriously, wrote or cowrote three good books about Republicans, dealt with people and issues respectfully, and studiously avoided the strident ad hominem tone of much contemporary political rhetoric.
He was also, to use another well-worn phrase, a gentleman of the old school, kind and courteous to all who crossed his path. The Scrapbook will miss him.
Tomorrow’s ‘Treasures’ Today
The vigilant folks at the Smithsonian National Museum of American History are working hard to preserve what they take to be our nation’s heritage. And because preservation can be a tricky business (if you blink you could miss history-in-the-making), they are scavenging for items today that down the road might hold “historic significance.”
Thus the museum last week sent curator Barbara Clark Smith to Madison, Wisconsin, to collect materials to document the heated battle there over legislation to reform collective bargaining. More specifically, the curators wanted to make sure they will be in a position to memorialize the labor protests at the state capitol (even if these did turn out to be the Custer’s Last Stand of Wisconsin’s public employee unions). According to Valeska Hilbig of Smithsonian public affairs: “If we don’t collect these things now, they’re lost forever.” The horror!
So what “things” must be saved? The political history division of the museum, which Smith represents, regularly scouts for items that will document “how Americans participate in the political process”; collected artifacts will likely include protest signs and buttons. The Scrapbook hopes they remember to pick up the “Scott Walker = Adolf Hitler” sign, not to mention the one that featured the governor with the Führer’s mustache and the slogan “Exterminating Union Members.” These will make for interesting exhibits in a future display, showing how, at a time when the American right had a notorious civility problem, the left was abiding by Marquess of Queensberry rules.
The great unanswered question is which of the museum’s compelling artifacts—the original Michael Jackson hat? Disneyland’s Dumbo the Flying Elephant? Phyllis Diller’s cigarette holder?—will have to go into cold storage to free up display cases for the artifacts rescued from the tons of litter left by protesters in Madison.
Alas, the impulse that sends Smithsonian curators scurrying off to Wisconsin is nothing new. Andrew Ferguson memorably described the ideological deformation of the NMAH in a December 15, 2008, cover story for this magazine, “The Past Isn’t What It Used to Be”:
The detritus from Madison will be right at home.
Sentences We Didn’t Finish
"According to the list makers at Forbes, I am the 50th most powerful person in the world—not as powerful as the Pope (No. 5) but more powerful than the president of the United Arab Emirates (56). Vanity Fair, another arbiter of what matters, ranked me the 26th most influential person in the country. The New York Observer, narrowing the universe to New York, put me 15th on its latest . . . ” (Bill Keller, New York Times, March 13, 2011).
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