Wolfowitz = Swaggart, Chap. 1This brings us back to Paul Wolfowitz. A natural extension of the in-group/tribal approach to life is the inability to ask or wonder: how would this look if the other side did it? How will it look to people who mistrust us or don’t automatically believe that everything we do is for a higher cause? This is a kind of political autism — an inability to sense or imagine other people’s reactions — and it runs the gamut. How would we feel about someone else “water boarding” our prisoners? How would we feel about the other political party intercepting our phone calls or emails? How would we like it if there were no right of habeus corpus? What would the world be like if everyone did what we are doing now? The question Wolfowitz apparently failed to ask, is: given that I am basing my entire tenure at the World Bank on a crusade against corruption, how will it look if I extend special favors to a handful of political confidantes plus my girlfriend? Considering how many speeches I have given about those who use public office to do private favors, can I afford to dole out favors this way? Do the words “Caesar’s wife” ring any kind of bell? Or the name Jimmy Swaggart? (It’s obvious, but just to spell it out: Sexual misbehavior was a huge problem for Bill Clinton but not proof of hypocrisy, because Clinton’s main point in life had never been: People should be chaste. Clinton would have been killed on the hypocrisy front if, like Spiro Agnew, he had been caught taking cash bribes in brown paper sacks, since he claimed not to be in politics for the personal profiteering. But for Jimmy Swaggart — or Jim Bakker, or their more recent counterpart Ted Haggard — sexual misbehavior was disastrous, because it showed that what they’d been preaching to others was the specific advice they could not follow themselves.) And that’s why cozy self-dealing is such a problem for Paul Wolfowitz. He has said he is sorry, which is more than Cheney, or Rove, or Rumsfeld, or Gonzales has managed to choke out. But — already in a complicated position at the Bank, because of what he calls “my previous job” — he has guaranteed that no subsequent speech on his central topic, the evil of self-dealing, will ever be taken seriously by anyone he hopes to convince. Say this for Robert McNamara: he has lived his post-Vietnam life with an awareness of what he can and cannot say or do. Paul Wolfowitz, you’re no Robert McNamara. James Fallows is a national correspondent at The Atlantic.
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