The Lazy B’s blue funk descends

originally published on Crosscut.com

It’s as if the serotonin god turned down the rheostat: Neighbors shuffle. Playgrounds have emptied.

For the denizens of Snohomish County, Wash., Boeing’s loss of a $35 billion aerial-refueling tanker contract a week ago, to a consortium of Northrop Grumman and EADS, the European parent of Airbus, marked the beginning of an official Period of Mourning.

The reason for people to mourn in this the urban-suburban-rural area just north of Seattle, where most of Boeing planes are made, is not solely because the Lazy B got a rude awakening. More on that in a moment.

First, though, it should be pointed out that the Pentagon will get its comeuppance. Wait until the Air Force takes possession of its first KC-45A, only to discover baguette crumbs gumming the navigation system.

Short-circuited altimeters? Well, maybe the Defense Department should have thought of that before enlisting the French with their on-the-job carafes of Bordeaux.

Everett-ites reach for gallows humor while the emasculating voice of Sacha Baron Cohen’s character Jean Girard, from the movie Talledega Nights, echoes like a bully. What’s dat, Ricky Booby? You no like ta be beataan by dar Franch?

Lawmakers wasted little time heaving red meat to the vanquished.

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Ask not who wrote the words, ask whose words are rote

originally published on Crosscut.com on February 26, 2008

Photographs, like language, draw strength from subtext.

The Internet pic of Barack Obama dressed in African garb sets a trip wire that a turban (even one presented as a goodwill gift from another country, mind you) is synonymous with terrorism. Hillary Clinton’s “ready from day one” mantra is code for the other guy ain’t got the goods when the enemy comes a-knocking.

The cruelest subtext of all, however, at least for America’s hermetic community of speechwriters, is Sen. Clinton’s suggestion that words are cosmetic. Beware the silver-tongued lawmaker, all sound and fury.

How sweet to witness a politician’s anti-rhetorician rhetoric fizzle.

During her Feb. 21 Texas debate with Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton revealed her finesse, or lack of finesse, as a lobber of the acid broadside.

“Lifting whole passages from someone else’s speeches is not change you can believe in,” Clinton said, referring to Obama’s ballyhooed use of lines from his pal, Massachusetts Gov. Deval Patrick. “It’s change you can Xerox.”s

Ouch. Clinton’s rapier-ish zinger drew boos, and for good reason: It rang too cold, too scolding, too rehearsed. It also begged the question: Did Clinton’s Xerox nugget spring, whole and unblemished, from the depths of her wordsmith soul?

Oh, if only. Chances are that in some murky, speechifying cubbyhole, a hungover twentysomething conceived this ditty. She handed it to her boss, who handed it to his boss, who handed it to a campaign pasha, who handed it to Sen. Clinton with a triumphant, “Here’s our ‘Where’s the beef’!”

As David Greenberg wrote in Sunday’s New York Times, “Audiences don’t kid themselves that politicians invent the words they speak.”

For speechwriters, this new conventional wisdom is shattering. Not because audiences realize someone else is writing the script – speechwriters figured everyone knew that, at least intuitively. The shattering flows from the Clinton thesis that leadership and persuasive rhetoric are disconnected. Think of Willie Stark from Robert Penn Warren’s All the Kings Men: Before you know it, we’ll have a demagogue in the Oval Office.

Piffle. During my brief and undistinguished career as a speechifier, I picked up the essentials: Don’t try to make someone they’re not; don’t quote from writers your speaker has never heard of (Wallace Stegner excepted); keep it short with sentences no longer than a full breath; aim for a joke or two or three; and, when appropriate, steal from others.

I don’t mean steal verbatim exactly. I mean identify cadences and patterns. Look for the music and write down the notes. Mimic others when their message resonates and cite passages with attribution.

True, if politicians understood the formula, scribblers everywhere would be out on the streets tin-cupping it. It’s the speechwriter equivalent of broadcasting ICBM telemetry codes to the Russians, but here’s our secret, as summarized by former Nixon scribe William Safire: “Tell ’em what you’re going to tell ’em; then tell ’em; then tell ’em what you told ’em.” Simple enough.

Regrettably, over time, political language has lost its kick because of focus groups and professional polling. The “tell ’em” rhetoric inevitably knits together words like “moving forward” “new” “leadership” and “our families” with various slogans du jour.

That’s what makes Obama so appealing: His language crystallizes the country’s appetite for change in a manner that sounds imaginative, original, and unvetted. He thinks and writes clearly, a pensive rhetorician from the land of Lincoln.

The Northwest has never produced anything close to an Obama-style orator, alas. Idaho Sen. William Borah was a persuasive stump speaker. He also may have been the political exception.

The best gabbers, arguably, have come from the ranks of organized labor and radical offshoots like the Industrial Workers of the World: Big Bill Haywood, Harry Bridges, and Dave Beck.

Could it be that they benefited from not having speechwriters?

In The Anxiety of InfluenceHarold Bloom explores the challenge of poets grasping for the original while standing on the shoulders of past greats. I’m pretty sure most speechwriters don’t feel inhibited by an anxiety of influence. Hell, influence is our lifeblood.

One of my favorite patterns is the “reversible raincoat” line, a technique of JFK’s Ted Sorensen, who likely stole it from someone else. It’s the “ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country” line. Substitute a word or two, say “Department of Transportation” or “taxpayer,” and voila! you have yourself a hook line.

The hope is that listeners will absorb the rhythm like a subliminal message. Any chance that they’ll equate the speaker with a JFK or a Lincoln or a Churchill?

Like I said, it’s subtext.

It’s Presidents Day in Washington: So whom can we claim as ours?

originally published on Crosscut.com on February 17, 2008

Presidents Day evokes a chafe-inducing question: The Northwest has produced a president or two, yes?

The reflexive answer – that we’re too authentic to churn out presidents and, by the way, California ex-pats hail from Nixon country – is too 20th century. It’s time we adopt a president as One of Ours, someone who actually lived and labored in the Northwest.

Thankfully, at least one chief executive meets the worked-here criterion, a depressive Army captain stationed for 15 months at Fort Vancouver on the Columbia River. He was a whiskered, under-appreciated alcoholic, a failed businessman, a Mexican War hero who condemned the imperialism of that conflict, an advocate of our nation’s first national park, and a vigorous supporter of civil rights for African Americans.

Presidents Day evokes a chafe-inducing question: The Northwest has produced a president or two, yes?

The reflexive answer – that we’re too authentic to churn out presidents and, by the way, California ex-pats hail from Nixon country – is too 20th century. It’s time we adopt a president as One of Ours, someone who actually lived and labored in the Northwest.

Thankfully, at least one chief executive meets the worked-here criterion, a depressive Army captain stationed for 15 months at Fort Vancouver on the Columbia River. He was a whiskered, underappreciated alcoholic, a failed businessman, a Mexican War hero who condemned the imperialism of that conflict, an advocate of our nation’s first national park, and a vigorous supporter of civil rights for African Americans.

I speak, of course, of the Northwest’s very own Ulysses S. Grant.

Shush now. Grant had an extraordinary public career. He was committed to serving his country, however mediocre his West Point class rank. Like so many Westerners, Grant dabbled and failed miserably in the private sector. In a 2003 HistoryLink essay, Kit Oldham writes:Like many soldiers of his day, Grant attempted to go into business for himself on the side. However, in a pattern that would be repeated throughout his life, the business ventures he entered with fellow officers proved to be failures despite his high expectations for them. The officers cut ice on the Columbia and shipped it to San Francisco for sale, but it melted before arrival. They rounded up cattle and pigs to ship to San Francisco, but lost money on the enterprise. They leased land and started a farm, but a river flood wiped out most of the crops. They rented space in a San Francisco hotel to run a billiard club, but the manager they hired absconded with their money.

Grant’s subsequent redemption dovetails with a broader Northwest narrative: Through bust and boom and post-presidential bust, character matters. Grant was a depressive who fought the KKK, saved the Union at the Battle of Vicksburg, and, to ensure that his family avoided the poor house, scribbled the best-written presidential memoir in American history, despite suffering the ravages of throat cancer.

Who better to call one of ours?

Microsoft, Yahoo, and betrayal in China

originally published on Crosscut.com on February 4, 2008

With all the chin scratching over the latticework of a Yahoo-Microsoft merger, what better time to flag the killjoy issues of human rights, search-engine filtering, and collusion with bad-guy governments?

Cooperating with hegemons and censoring Internet search words like “democracy” and “dissent” aren’t quite as tangible as the swashbuckling abuses of the United Fruits and ITTs overthrowing unfriendly governments in decades past.

Simply picturing Chinese dissidents rotting in jail will need to suffice.

As Human Rights Watch reports, Yahoo has been especially egregious when it comes to coughing up user data and handing it over to Chinese authorities. This collusion led directly to the arrest and 10-year prison sentence of Shi Tao, a dissident journalist and poet.

The issue of Shi Tao, whose family subsequently settled with Yahoo, triggered the following exchange between House Foreign Affairs Committee Chairman Tom Lantos, Yahoo CEO Jerry Yang, and company General Counsel Michael Callahan during a Nov. 6, 2007, committee hearing:

Chairman Lantos: Why is it such a complicated issue to help a family whose breadwinner has been imprisoned because of Yahoo’s cooperation with the Chinese police? What is so complicated about that?

Mr. Yang: Mr. Chairman, as I said to you, I think that Yahoo should do more. I personally should do more.

Chairman Lantos: You couldn’t do less, you couldn’t do less.

Mr. Yang: I take your point, and we will do more as we go forward in helping and understanding what is our role in this.

Mr. Callahan: If I may, sir.

Chairman Lantos: Yes.

Mr. Callahan: In addition to the efforts that Mr. Yang described, we have advocated with human rights groups and with the State Department specifically for the release of the dissidents in question.

Chairman Lantos: That is not help to the family. You are not viewed as the champion human rights advocates in the world in view of this episode, so your chiming in with people who are devoting their lives to human rights is not that impressive. My question was a very specific question: Why hasn’t this gigantic corporation of enormous wealth reached out to the family to help the family? And I have no answer. I just get equivocation.

Mr. Callahan: We have pursued advocacy through other channels, but not directly through the family, sir, you are right.

This was not grandstanding by Tom Lantos, the only Holocaust survivor serving in the U.S. Congress. To the congressman’s non-parochial credit, Yahoo is headquartered in his district.

At the end of the hearing, Lantos concluded:It is mainly important to the committee, gentleman, but it ought to be a great deal more important to your own conscience. Don’t accommodate the committee. Look into your own soul and see the damage you have done to an innocent human being and to his family. That is what you should respond to. Don’t propitiate the committee. It will make no difference to the committee what you do, but it will make you better human beings if you recognize your own responsibility for the enormous damage your policies have created. That should be your guide.

According to Human Rights Watch, Microsoft sidestepped collaboration with Chinese police by offshoring its Hotmail servers. At the same time, Microsoft permitted its Chinese MSN blog titles to nix pesky words like “freedom,” a policy it has since liberalized, it says.

Apologists still float the concept of “constructive engagement,” the Reagan-era policy used to rationalize business with baddies. Oppressed people will learn by watching us, the argument goes. Democracy by osmosis.

It only took decades of repression in Apartheid South Africa to underscore the moral bankruptcy of go-along/get-along strategies.

Ironically, desktop publishing and Internet access were supposed to be antagonists to totalitarian regimes, samizdat hooked to the world’s biggest megaphone. Search-engine censorship and data sharing undermined that covenant. Now, the Internet serves as much as an instrument for tyranny as for pluralism.

In the coming weeks, we’ll be reading about merging business cultures, the propriety of hostile takeovers, Steve Ballmer’s personality quirks, and questions of antitrust enforcement. We need to add human rights to that list.

Lawmakers should start by conditioning a Yahoo-Microsoft merger to adding teeth to an Internet/human rights agreement. I don’t mean more of the “we have advocated with human rights groups and with the State Department specifically for the release of the dissidents in question” mush. I mean yield, or this merger sinks.

Just as the upcoming 2008 Beijing summer Olympics provides a chance to leverage China on releasing dissident writers, now is the perfect time to squeeze Bill and company.

To bastardize LBJ, when you got ’em by the merger glands, their hearts and minds will follow.

From Jim Crow to John Lovick

originally published on Crosscut.com on January 6, 2008

Twenty-four hours after an African-American senator won the Democratic caucuses in a state with a black population of less than three percent, an African-American legislator was sworn in as the elected sheriff of a county with a black population of less than three percent.

It was a sublime moment last Friday, Jan. 4 – the unspoken triumph of character over skin pigment.

Rep. John Lovick, who formally took the oath of office as Snohomish County Sheriff earlier in the week to troll for drunken drivers, picked as his stage Everett’s Cascade High, his sons’ alma mater. Sheriff’s deputies, Cascade teachers, and extended family, including Lovick’s 96-year-old grandmother, crowded with state troopers, politicians, and activists dressed in yellow “Hate Free Zone” t-shirts.

With the honor guard, the hardback folding chairs, and the rustle of late arrivals, the hall radiated July Fourth minus the bunting.

Lovick stood and wept as one of his sons, Jeff, an L.A. cop, said that his father was a good dad and a good friend.

In the only articulated reminder of race, Jeff Lovick recalled that his father grew up in Louisiana and Texas hip-deep in the misery of Jim Crow.

Lovick’s narrative may be a distant mirror: There was no Ivy League, no Kansas mom, no Kenyan dad. A native southerner who served in the Coast Guard, Lovick, 56, joined the Washington State Patrol three decades ago. His lousy driving skills, he says, compounded his trooper training.

“We didn’t have a car to practice on growing up,” Lovick said.

The never-give-up mantra of then-Patrol Chief Will Bachofner made the difference, Lovick said.

The future sheriff subsequently served as a member of the Mill Creek City Council and the state Legislature, achieving the post of president pro tem, the state House’s cat-herder-in-chief.

“He has a tough arm and a human touch,” said Rep. Hans Dunshee, Lovick’s seatmate.

Lovick inherits an office with a tested record for battling Puget Sound’s meth epidemic, and he took time to extend an olive branch to the county government where 70 percent of the budget is earmarked for corrections and law enforcement. (Memo to the county executive: You were missed.)

Lovick has the presence and mien of a sheriff, including the sine qua non lawman’s moustache, a fashion statement that extends from Wyatt Earp to Lovick’s sheriff predecessor, Rick Bart.

Sadly, Dennis Weaver, who portrayed television’s McCloud in the 1970s, died in 2006. It just may be time to retire the ‘stache.

Lovick stands on the shoulders of a rich legacy that reaches back to Donald McRae, the hobnail sheriff who ignited the 1916 Everett Massacre. Largely free of the corruption of departments such as Pierce County’s, which took years to recover from the George Janovich scandal, Snohomish has an enviable reputation.

Lovick quickly revealed his political judgment by adopting a Doris Kearns Goodwin Team of Rivals strategy of corralling his vanquished political opponents: Both Tom Greene and Rob Beidler were appointed to serve on his command staff.

On Friday, Beidler spoke of his Raymond Carver moment sitting down at Lovick’s kitchen table while the lawmaker prepared him breakfast.

“I went back to my car, and I didn’t want to like him, but I did,” Biedler said. Addressing the deputies and other Sheriff’s Department staff, Beidler said, “You don’t know him, but you know me. John is a good guy.”

Sheriff Lovick’s record will revolve around his leadership style, his judgment, and his finesse schmooozing the County Council and the executive. Skin pigment, thankfully, shouldn’t be a factor.

2007 in review: A West Point for public service

originally published on Crosscut.com on December 25, 2007

A couple key lawmakers have endorsed the creation of a West Point for Public Service and embraced the delightfully parochial land-it-here message. This may not gladden the New Year’s hearts of Crosscut readers who likened a U.S. Public Service Academy to a North Korean Re-education Camp for future transit wonks, but I still have time to assuage those paranoid concerns, yes? The volunteer-factory theme ignited the interest of State Rep. Hans Dunshee (D-Snohomish), the Vice Chair of the House Appropriations Committee, and one of the Northwest’s most creative and National Service-friendly lawmakers. Dunshee plans to introduce a resolution this session urging the state’s Congressional delegation to support the USPSA and headquarter it somewhere in our bosky corner of North America. Only one other state legislature–New Mexico’s–has passed anything similar. Bravo to Hans. At a wedding in August, I cornered Rep. Norm Dicks, the Warren Magnuson manqué and dean of the state’s Congressional delegation. Along with Seattle’s Jim McDermott, Dicks serves on the House of Representatives’ National Service Caucus (Jay Inslee, Dave Reichert, Adam Smith, join them, will you, please)? Flailing and shouting over the din of a Big Band, I came across as a kind of Viking berserker in a bad suit. To his credit, Norm didn’t have me hauled away in leg irons. “The Public Service Academy is a great idea,” he said. “I support it.” Hoorah and kudos to Norm Dicks. It would also be a boon to the cause if he graduates to co-sponsor status. Not everyone in the Washington delegation was so receptive, alas. “And the cost of this?” Rep. Rick Larsen, my Congressman, asked. “Zero,” I lied. “Zero–give or take a little over $100 million.” When Larsen frowns he is a dead-on fortysomething version of the Swedish actor Max Von Sydow having a bad day. Larsen frowned. Okay, Rick Larsen is right: The U.S. Public Service Academy will be expensive to start up. But this is a long-term investment, like our other service academies, that will produce young men and women committed to the greater good and service above self for generations to come. It’s worth it.

A storm by any other name wouldn’t be as wet

originally published on Crosscut.com on December 19, 2007

What’s in a name? For one, the formerly elegant “Katrina” has been purged from those names-for-your-baby books (and “Pete,” alas, is reserved exclusively for three-legged dogs). That’s what’s in a name. All the more reason for The Seattle Times to revive its U.S Weather Service-sponsored name-that-storm competition. Discrimination is key. An apocalyptic squall coinciding with a religious holiday, such as last year’s Hanukkah Eve Storm, smacks of Godhead vengeance. (Which is why we read about the “Nisqually Earthquake of 2001” rather than the “Ash Wednesday Quake.”) No one except Viking pessimists welcomes the image of a bearded, linen-clad Jehovah with a lightening bolt in hand, which explains my reflexive imagining of a bearded, linen-clad Jehovah with a lightening bolt in hand. Forces greater than ourselves are tonic for government chauvinism. The fine art of storm naming can creep into political expression, and my first two suggestions are inherently political: (1) The Annual December Cataclysm and (2) The Annual Once-a-Millennium Flood. Climate change, anyone? A shrewder suggestion may be “The 21st Amendment Anniversary Flood.” This is slightly off – Dec. 5 marked the 74th anniversary of Prohibition’s repeal. Nevertheless, it advances civic education – which Constitutional Amendment was that again? We also receive a subconscious dose of God the Toll Taker: “You guys want wet, I’ll give you wet.” Which brings us, circuitously, to the 21st Amendment Anniversary Storm’s first responders. In Snohomish County, we have a Department of Emergency Management as well as a chapter of the American Red Cross. We also have a well regarded (prepare for a focus-grouped title) Department of “Surface Water Management.” The acronym, SWIM, is inspired, although managing surface water evokes images of a half-dozen CPAs strolling around with clipboards monitoring a Japanese Garden. What would George Orwell say? “… The present political chaos is connected with the decay of language,” Orwell wrote in his 1946 essay, “Politics and the English Language.” If we throw these public servants a parade – and we should – we need to swap “SWIM” for “Flood Patrol.” We’ll all stand up and cheer for the Flood Patrol, and our late, disillusioned compatriot, George Orwell, would be thrilled.

Profiles encourage: Wisdom for today’s politics

originally published on Crosscut.com on November 28, 2007

Political junkies and bibliophiles commence drooling: High on my bookshelf sits a first edition of John F. Kennedy’s Profiles in Courage. You heard me: a pricey (at $3.30) Harpers hardback with the original, fraying dust jacket. The profiled politicos, from John Quincy Adams to Robert Taft, are listed vertically along the spine. On the back, JFK is identified as a 38-year-old senator and decorated WWII veteran. Improbably it reads, “In 1952 he became the third Democrat ever elected to the Senate from Massachusetts.” (!) Political times, how they change. I never tracked the debate about who really scribbled Profiles, whether it was all or mostly speechwriter Ted Sorensen or Georgetown professor Jules Davids, or JFK himself (with obvious research help). Irrespective of the author, the book captures Kennedy’s penchant for scrutinizing conflicts through the long lens of history. Political legacies are defined by courage and judgment, not expediency and cravenness. It’s a perspective rooted in Original Sin: Times change, but human behavior (and misbehavior) remain constant. Kennedy (or Sorensen) writes, The voters selected us, in short, because they had confidence in our judgment and our ability to exercise that judgment from a position where we could determine what were their own best interests, as part of the nation’s interests. This may mean that we must on occasion lead, inform, correct and sometimes even ignore constituent opinion, if we are to exercise fully the judgment for which we were elected. My Profiles in Courage isn’t the sort of treasure I’d lend to strangers. Nevertheless, over the next 12 hours, I’m willing to make an exception. During today’s uncourageous, pandering special session of the Washington Legislature, members will grapple with public opinion, with tax fairness, and with (let’s hope) the long lens of history. I have a fine book to inform their decision. Any takers?

Remembering John Brisker, the Sonic who vanished in Africa

originally published on Crosscut.com on November 19, 2007

The mysterious, tragic disappearance and death of Northwest basketball star Tony Harris in Brazil brings to mind the mysterious, tragic disappearance (and presumed death) of retired Seattle SuperSonics forward John Brisker in Uganda 30 years ago. Unlike Harris, the John Brisker disappearance had a spiritual, picaresque quality, the adventurer-narrative of a lost soul journeying to a lost land. And then the soul vanishes. By 1978, John Brisker, who played for the Sonics from 1973-75, was adrift. Restless or not, angry or not, why did Brisker venture to the unstable purgatory of Uganda? Was he radicalized by a bloviating, charismatic Idi Amin? Post-colonial Africa was a politically fluid place, subject to demagogues and neo-utopians angling to fill the void of European hegemons. Brisker appeared to be a pilgrim of sorts, albeit a doomed one. Here’s what we know: Brisker was never heard from again after April 1978. He might have aligned himself with Amin, the glad-handing, cannibal dictator, and gotten himself killed during the post-Amin backlash. By 1985, Brisker was legally declared dead. In the Northwest, the Brisker disappearance fell into the pantheon of the curious and the unsolved. When I was a kid, it was D.B. CooperBigfootTed Bundy, the UFOs around Mount Rainier, and John Brisker. Could Brisker still be alive, afraid to show his face? Was he put into the FBI’s witness protection program, did he adopt a new identity, does he now work as a Smith Tower elevator operator? For a summer or two, Brisker was the Northwest-conspiracy version of what really happened to Amelia Earhart. Then, like so many things, we started to forget. We know this much: Neither Harris nor Brisker deserved to die, scared and alone, far from family in a faraway land. For an excellent piece on the Brisker saga, see Robert Jamieson’s Seattle Post-Intelligencer column from 2004.

Please note that I was drinking

originally published on Crosscut.com on November 6, 2007

Cocker Fennessy, a Seattle public-relations firm, hosted the premier “pre-poll” party, an Oscar-night analogue for the Northwest’s political class. It was a blast. (Disclosure: Cocker Fennessy wined me, fed me, and wined me again.) The election-night fete featured an impressive mix of politicos – a majority of the Seattle City Council as well as King County Council members Dow Constantine, Pete von Reichbauer, Julia Patterson, and Larry Phillips. These weary, cornered souls mingled with quasi-government honchos (Joni Earl, who runs Sound Transit, and David Dicks, the new director of the Puget Sound Partnership) as well as snack-grazing gadabouts (e.g., O. Casey Corr of Crosscut and me). Several diet-coke-swilling reps from Gov. Chris Gregoire’s office attended. “Please note that I am not drinking alcohol,” said one self-righteous, non-drinking Gregoire-ite. So when did the abstemious wing of the Democratic Party become ascendant? Proposition 1 was the touchstone issue of the night. I mentioned to several folks that I’d voted for it but figured it was doomed. Most everyone responded in the same, Stepford-wife monotone: “Well, of course it will pass. I have no doubt about it.” (Insert jarring forearm squeeze here.) Stepford patina notwithstanding, the pre-result disappointment was palatable. Now, where do we go from here?