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b> This is a disturbing article on several levels, not the least of which is the effect that right-wing radio bullshit is having on the political discourse within immediate families like Mr. Wheaton's. It reminds me of the effect that Fascism had on families in the 30's.
The Real War on Christmas
It's actually being waged by Bill O'Reilly and other right-wingers. I should know: It almost ruined my family's holiday dinner.
By Wil Wheaton
Dec. 22, 2005 | The house I grew up in hasn't changed appreciably during the holidays since I last lived there 15 years ago. The nutcrackers still stand guard in front of the fireplace, where stockings hang for my brother, my sister and me. While my mother's Christmas village has moved from the table behind the couch to a new location above the television, my brother still moves the figurines around so the goose guy is getting run over by the fire truck, the taxi is flipped over on its back in the skating pond, and the guy who lights the street lamps is perched up on the top of the theater, where he's threatened to jump since about 1993. The Beach Boys sing "Little Saint Nick," Jimmy Buffett sings "Christmas Island," and the Phil Spector Christmas album fills the air with music.
Every year, I take my family and join my aunts and uncles, my cousins, my brother and his wife, and my sister and her boyfriend at my parents' house for the Wheaton family Christmas. It is an afternoon I look forward to all year. We watch football, play Wiffle ball, listen to holiday music, eat and drink together, and celebrate the familial love we share.
This year we had our dinner a few weeks early, and it looked as though it would be a typical family gathering. But that all changed when I walked through the living room on my way to get some eggnog. I asked my younger sister, who was flipping through the channels on the television, what she was looking for.
"I'm trying to find Court TV," she said.
"Why?" I said.
"Because the governor is supposed to announce whether he is granting clemency for Tookie Williams at 3 p.m.," she said.
I was surprised to hear she cared, because my sister has always been pretty nonpolitical. "I don't think he will grant clemency ...," I began to say. But before I could add, "because he's going to try to win back his hardcore base with this," she spat at me, "He'd better not!"
My sister was a death-penalty proponent? That was news to me. I didn't want to upset the family gathering, so I decided to just let this one go.
"OK," I said, "I guess we'd better not talk about this."
But just then, my father walked into the room.
"Wil thinks Tookie Williams shouldn't be executed," she said.
Oh boy.
"What?" My dad said. Not to my sister, to me.
Here we go.
"Well," I said, "I don't believe in the death penalty, so ..."
You know those optical illusion drawings, where you're looking at a smiling man, then suddenly he's become a werewolf? Faster than you could say "Fox News," my dad was screaming at me, Bill O'Reilly-style.
"An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth! He killed four ..." -- he stabbed at the air with four fingers on his left hand -- "four people in cold blood and deserves! to! die!"
I briefly made eye contact with my stepson, Nolan, who sat just behind my father on my parents' couch. His face flushed and he quickly looked away. My sister had stopped her channel surfing on a shopping network, and he looked awfully interested in putting a sapphire ring on easy-pay. While my dad continued to scream about biblical vengeance, I went into shock. Just minutes earlier, we'd stood together outside on the deck and laughed with each other as he congratulated me for a great finish I'd had the previous day at a poker tournament in Las Vegas. In fact, I'd cut my trip short, specifically so I wouldn't miss the family Christmas.
What a difference five minutes makes. While he screamed at me, I wanted to ask, "Who are you, and what have you done with the man who raised me to be tolerant, patient, peaceful and charitable?" Instead, I said, as calmly as I could, "Dad, I just don't believe in the death penalty. It is unevenly applied to poor people, and clearly doesn't work as a deterrent."
"It doesn't work as a deterrent because they allow these scum to stay alive for 25 years before they give them what they deserve!" I hadn't seen my dad this angry since I was a sophomore in high school and my friends and I woke up my mom after midnight one night because we got a little worked up in a Nintendo game of "Blades of Steel."
"Dad," I said, "living in prison for 25 years isn't anything to be happy about ..."
"Like hell it isn't!" he bellowed. "They get satellite television, and weights, and free meals, and jobs, and a library ..."
"And raped, and beaten by guards, and sold as slaves by prison gangs," I said. "That really sounds good to you? Because it sounds like a pretty lousy life for violent criminals, which is exactly what they deserve."
He violently shook his head at me and drew a deep breath. "The victims' families get to watch that animal die! If they don't get to watch him die, how can they get the closure they deserve?" Before I could reply, and he could launch into another round of talking points, I was unintentionally saved by my brother, who called our dad to come outside and help him with the turkey on the barbecue.
He turned quickly, and stormed out of the room, followed by my sister.
I felt stunned, somewhere between dizzy and numb. I looked to my wife, who has always known exactly the right thing to say to me during our 10 years together.
"What in the world was that all about?" she asked.
Well, always until now. But 10 years was a great run.
"I ... I don't know." I said. "What just happened?"
"I've never heard your dad freak out so much," she said.
The thing is, though, I know better than to bring up politics with my dad. Ever since he started listening to talk radio for hours out of the day, he's slowly lost his ability to objectively look at the facts and draw his own conclusions. If Rush, Hannity, Dennis Prager or O'Reilly say it, my dad believes it as surely as he believes anything. Thanks to this abdication of rational thinking, both of my parents completely bought into the Swift Boat liars, still believe that Saddam Hussein was connected to 9/11, and recently decided to move to Montana, which my mother described as "the real America" to me and my siblings. When Arnold Schwarzenegger ran for governor, my mom's impression of him, having worked with him as a model in the 1960s, mysteriously transformed from "a steroid-shooting lech" to "a total gentleman, who was always taking his supplements, which were injected in those days."
They both ended up voting for Tom McClintock, not because Arnold was so clearly incompetent, but because he wasn't a "real" enough Republican for them. These are the same people who took me to nuclear-freeze rallies almost every weekend when I was in elementary school. These are the same people who introduced me to the teachings of the Buddha and Gandhi. The same people who smoked pot in front of me, introduced me to Pink Floyd and the Beatles, and taught me to throw a Frisbee when all my peers were learning how to throw a football. Thanks to my parents, I had Birkenstocks when all the other kids had slip-on Vans, and I thought it was cool.
I think the change began in 1980, when my parents both became Reagan Democrats. My mother took me with her into the booth when she voted for Walter Mondale in 1984 (she was still an antinuke activist then, after all), but when talk radio exploded in the late '80s, it caught my parents and took them away. The people who drove me all over the American Southwest in their 1971 VW bus to visit our national parks were replaced with RNC talking-points pod people. As a result, I don't just tune out O'Reilly and the rest of the Republican screaming heads. No, I don't just tune them out: I hate them. I hate them with the same passion and the same fury with which my dad exploded at me, because before those people got rich exploiting Karl Rove's (er, excuse me, I mean George Bush's) black-and-white, with-us-or-against-us fantasy world, my parents and I could discuss issues and amicably agree to disagree with each other.
But not anymore. I thought Tookie Williams was probably guilty and deserved to spend the rest of his life in prison. I wasn't defending him; I was just voicing my opposition to the death penalty. My dad acted as if I loaded the gun for Tookie and helped him aim it at my sister. We weren't able to have a respectful discussion about the death penalty, because my dad wouldn't allow it. Bill O'Reilly must be so proud of the world he's helped to create.
Now here is the terrifying thing: My dad is a really smart guy. He's so smart, in fact, he should see right through it when these right-wing noise-machine guys throw out facts in favor of emotional arguments to manipulate their audience. He should know when Rush is full of shit the same way I know when Michael Moore is full of shit. He is a perfusionist who holds people's lives in his hands every single day when they have open-heart surgery. He helped develop a process called ECMO for newborns, which reduced the infant mortality rate by something like 90 percent. He is a brilliant accountant, too, handling all the finances for everyone in the family, while running his own very successful business. And he is a great dad. He loves all of us (and my brother, sister and I all love him), and there is nothing in the world I like more than getting a call from my dad to blow off work and go to a Dodgers game together, so we can holler at the bums from right behind their dugout, where my family has had seats since the stadium opened. He's also a surfer, a fly fisherman and a hell of a blackjack player. If I haven't made it clear, I love and admire my dad -- but when it comes to politics, whatever critical-thinking ability he has just vanishes, and he becomes an editorial cartoon caricature.
Thankfully, most of the family was outside and didn't witness my father's explosion firsthand, so we could pretend that nothing happened when they came in for dinner. (Hey, I didn't say we were a perfect family without at least some dysfunction; I just said we loved each other.)
While the rest of them gathered in the dining room, my dad stopped me in the kitchen. He hadn't spoken to me since he stormed away almost 45 minutes earlier. He put his arm around me, and quietly said, "Even though we disagree about this, I still love you, and I'm still proud of everything you've done."
Didn't my dad understand that I didn't care about disagreeing with him? Didn't he understand that I was hurt and upset that he had screamed at me, right in front of my wife and children, as though I were a teenager who had crashed the family car? Didn't he understand that we disagree because he raised me to believe in and support the very things he now proclaims are destroying America?
I wanted to say something brilliant and insightful, something irrefutable that would -- maybe -- find its way into the man who used to wear a ridiculous perm and Hawaiian shirts and embarrass me in front of my friends with big bear hugs and "pull my finger" jokes when he dropped me off at school. But I just said, "Thank you, Dad. I love you, too."
We sat down to dinner, and in spite of my dad's brief reenactment of the Jeremy Glick episode on "The O'Reilly Factor," we all had a wonderful time, just as we do every year. My brother made everyone laugh, my cousin and I playfully fought over who got the first serving of my aunt's macaroni and cheese, and when my mother asked me to give the toast, I spoke from my heart: "I know that it's not easy for all of us to make it here every year, but I'm so glad we all do it. We are incredibly lucky to be part of a family that loves each other as much as we all do, and that we get to have family get-togethers which we all attend out of anticipation, rather than obligation." I lifted my glass and looked at my dad. "I love you all. Merry Christmas."
My mom began to cry, and my dad nearly joined her as he said a few words about my grandmother (his mother) who had died earlier this year. We toasted her, and the feast began. When it was over, I helped my sister wash the dishes, then fell asleep on the couch, with a belly full of my brother's famous brined and barbecued turkey, just as I do every year. In fact, other than my dad's "No Spin Zone" moment, it was a Wheaton family Christmas like any other.
I want to make something clear, here: I know I'm not the only 33-year-old liberal who has watched his parents grow older and more conservative, and I know that I'm not the first guy to have political disagreements with his father. In fact, I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with people who don't see the world the same way I do. My best friend, a libertarian who thinks he's a Republican, is living proof. But I also think it's worth identifying who is really waging the war on Christmas -- and it's not Target, for having the temerity to wish its shoppers "Happy Holidays." And it's not people like me, who use "Merry Christmas" and "Happy Holidays" and "Season's Greetings" interchangeably, hoping that the recipient of my good wishes will understand that I'm really saying, "I'm not religious, but I hope you have joy and love in your life, good health and happiness." The one waging the war is right-wing talk radio and its relentless drive to polarize and divide our country, and our holiday dinners, and make a nice profit while it does. Come to think of it, maybe I'll get my dad an iPod and a stack of Surf CDs for Christmas. It'll be a gift for both of us.
-- By Wil Wheaton, Salon.com
Wil Wheaton is an actor best known for his work in the film Stand by Me and the television series Star Trek: The Next Generation
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b> Shitheads of the Week
So what if the story is a month old? No contest, this. Hands-down, the award (a bag of flaming dung) goes to the five scumbags (Republicans all, natch) below who comprise the Ocean County, New Jersey Board of Freeholders

And just what, you might ask, did these creeps do that was so heinous? See the articles below.
Dying Lesbian Denied Pension; Partner Could Lose HomeBy Michael Jensen Posted on Tue Nov 22, 2005 at 11:51:29 PM EST Tags: Laurel Hester, domestic partner benefits, Ocean County, New Jersey (all tags)
I was all set to write about the news out of California and Massachusetts today regarding proposed constitutional bans against same-sex marriage when this landed in my inbox. The article is from the New Jersey Star Ledger and details how elected officials in Ocean County are doing their part to make a dying woman's last few months even more horrible.
In a nutshell, Laurel Hester, who worked for twenty three years in the county prosecutor's office, will not be allowed to leave her pension benefits to her partner, Stacie Andree. Without those benefits, Ms. Andree will likely lose their home after Laurel dies. About the elected official's decision to deny the benefits, John Tomicki of the League of American Families, a state group that opposes domestic partner benefits, says, "They (the freeholders) are obviously reflecting the values of their community." Says me, what kind of warped human beings are these? Values? Pardon me if I rant, but crap like this pisses me off eight ways to Sunday.
New Jersey passed a domestic partner law in 2004, but it only covered state employees, leaving the decision whether to cover their employees to counties, cities, and other local government agencies. Since then, over 100 other government agencies have elected to follow suit. But not Ocean County. The dying Laurel Hester, her supervisors, and even Kevin Schaal, president of the Policeman's Benevolent Association Local 171, have all worked to get the county's freeholders (equivalent to a county commissioner or supervisor) to change the county's rules. Not only have the freeholders not done so, they don't even possess the courage to discuss the matter publicly. Now I know this will come as a surprise, but all five of the freeholders are Republicans. Who'da thunk it? Check out their photo. Five white guys--now there's a total shocker. Here is a suggestion for Ms. Laurel: find a trusted, single male friend, marry him, assign him the benefits, and he can pass the money on to Ms. Andree. Hey, it would be a legal marriage and there wouldn't be a damned thing the county could do.
Opponents to the county's adding domestic partner benefits trot out the usual canards to justify their opposition. The freeholders have claimed that offering domestic partner benefits is cost-prohibitive. Of course, they couldn't be bothered to actually study it first, according to administrator Alan Avery. As for the cost being "prohibitive" Salary.com shows that line of reasoning is pure bull. As for freeholder John P. Kelly, he says domestic partner benefits "violates the sanctity of marriage". And I say he violates the bonds of common decency.
You know, I truly cannot fathom these people. They claim to be Christians and yet are willing to tell a dying woman that they don't care if her partner loses her home. It's absolutely appalling and unconscionable. And I'm going to tell them that, politely, of course, and I think you should, too. Here is how. The phone number for the Office of the Clerk of the Board is (732) 929-2005 or try County Connections at (732) 288 7777. You can also email them at CountyConnection@co.ocean.nj.us
Allies Rally to Ailing Lesbian Cop
200 demonstrators turn out to demand partner benefits for Ocean County, N.J. public servant
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Lieutenant Laurel Hester, a 24-year police veteran, is battling both cancer and Ocean County, New Jersey’s refusal to extend benefits to her domestic partner, Stacie Andree. |
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A crowd estimated at roughly 200 turned out in unseasonably chilly temperatures on the eve of Thanksgiving to protest the refusal of the Board of Freeholders in Ocean County, New Jersey to grant a request from Lieutenant Laurel Hester, a 24-year veteran police officer with the county prosecutor’s office who is dying of cancer, that her domestic partner, Stacie Andree, be given the same benefits accorded spouses.
The rally was held outside the county administration building in Toms River.
Hester, 49, and Andree, 30, have joint assets, including their home in Point Pleasant and bank accounts, and registered as domestic partners under the New Jersey law in October 2004, just months after it took effect. That law gives state employees domestic partner benefits and offers county and municipal governments a local option to do the same.
In June, a Policemen’s Benefit Association local wrote to the freeholders, at Hester’s request, to ask that the county exercise its local option to enable the policewoman to give Andree the pension benefits that would be payable to her spouse in the event of her death. Hester appeared before the freeholders in October to plead her case, emphasizing that the number of employees involved, compared to all those employed by Ocean County, was miniscule.
In a closed-door meeting on November 9, the freeholders voted not to act on Hester’s request, but did not notify her. Alan W. Avery, the county administrator, has declined comment on the board’s inaction, calling it a “personnel matter.” In comments to the Asbury Park Press, however, Joseph H. Vicari said that it was a matter of cost, and that if the state wanted county and municipal employees to have such benefits, it should fund them. Freeholder John P. Kelly echoed the cost argument but added that such benefits would threaten “the sanctity of marriage.”
Those statements, coming from a board of freeholders who are all Republicans, have enraged gay activists and many others in New Jersey. Fourteen civil rights groups, led by Garden State Equality, the state’s LGBT lobby, called for the November 23 demonstration. At the protest, Steven Goldstein, chairman of the group, called the inaction by the freeholders, “the most anti-gay, anti-lesbian, anti-bisexual, anti-transgender instance of discriminatory hatred ever committed by a county government in the state of New Jersey.”
“It will not stand,” Goldstein vowed, noting that 85 percent of New Jersey residents support the domestic partner law and that by a two-to-one margin oppose a voter state constitutional ban on same-sex marriage. He also lauded Hester for “a legacy that will be remembered forever,” telling her she would be the recipient of Garden State’s Citizen of Courage Award for 2005.
George J. Farrugia, the president of the Gay Officers Action League of New York City, which represents law enforcement professionals in New York and New Jersey, also appeared and pledged “the commitment” of LGBT police professionals nationwide in standing with Hester.
Congressman Frank Pallone, a Democrat who serves coastal communities in northern New Jersey, speaking to the crowd, recalled that his father was a policeman, and then noting that private sector employers such as UPS and the Ford Motor Company have extended their gay and lesbian workers domestic partner benefits, said, “Why isn’t the public sector stepping forward and setting an example?” Pallone, however, went on to praise Mercer County for its decision the same week to offer the benefits that Ocean County is denying Hester.
Garden State Equality and other allies of Hester plan to step up their pressure on the Ocean County freeholders by turning out a second crowd of protesters for the next board meeting scheduled for Wednesday, December 7 at 4 p.m. The freeholders will meet at the county building, 101 Hooper Avenue in Toms River.
For more details on Garden State Equality and its plans, visit its Web site at GardenStateEquality.org or call Goldstein at 917-449-8918.
Though Hester was able to join the demonstration last week, her health challenges made her unavailable for comment as Gay City News was going to press.
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b> Quote of the Day
"This has been the saddest day of my life"
--Big Oil Whore Sen. Ted Stevens (R-Alaska), mourning the demise of legislation to open the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge to oil drilling.
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b> Ummmm. . .coincidence?
(December 22, 2005 -- 05:56 PM EST // link)

Every so often a reader writes in and asks this question. And it's a pretty good one. So here goes: When was the last time there was a major terror alert? They were something like a regular occurence for the eighteen months or so before the 2004 election. And through 2004 the administration pushed the line that al Qaida was aiming to disrupt the elections themselves. But as near I can tell there hasn't been a single one since election day.
Through 2004, of course, critics of the administration routinely questioned whether the frequency and timing of the various terror alerts were not all or in part for political effect.
How do we explain what appears to be a night and day difference between the year prior to November 2004 and the year since in terms of terror alerts and scares?
-- Josh Marshall
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b> Daschle: We didn't give Bush the power to spy on Americans
Tom Daschle has just put the lie to one of the Bush administration's claims about the legality of the president's warrantless spying program.
The White House argues that George W. Bush had the authority to order warrantless spying on Americans as a result of his inherent power as commander in chief and as a result of a 2001 congressional resolution authorizing him to use force against al-Qaida. Although the use-of-force resolution doesn't say a word about warrantless surveillance, the White House argues that such activities are necessarily a part of using force against those who attacked the United States on 9/11, and that the use-of-force authorization must be read as implicitly eliminating the need to comply with the warrant procedures required by the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act of 1978.
But in an Op-Ed piece in today's Washington Post, Daschle makes a compelling case for why the 2001 use-of-force authorization can't be read that way. "Literally minutes" before the Senate voted on the use-of-force authorization, Daschle says, the White House asked him to insert into it language that would have allowed the president to use his use-of-force authority "in the United States." "This last-minute change would have given the president broad authority to exercise expansive powers not just overseas -- where we all understood he wanted authority to act -- but right here in the United States, potentially against American citizens," Daschle said. "I could see no justification for Congress to accede to this extraordinary request for additional authority. I refused."
The significance of it all: Even if you assume that spying is part of the "force" Congress authorized Bush to use in 2001, Congress drew a line at the U.S. border. The White House asked for powers within the United States, and Daschle said no. Thus, you can't read into the use-of-force authorization some kind of implicit permission to do things within the United States when the White House explicitly asked for such authority and Congress declined to grant it.
Or, as Daschle puts it: "If the stories in the media over the past week are accurate, the president has exercised authority that I do not believe is granted to him in the Constitution, and that I know is not granted to him in the law that I helped negotiate with his counsel and that Congress approved in the days after Sept. 11."
-- Tim Grieve, salon.com
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b> Iraqis March, Say Elections Were Rigged
By SINAN SALAHEDDIN, Associated Press Writer 19 minutes ago
Large demonstrations broke out across the country Friday to denounce parliamentary elections that protesters say were rigged in favor of the main religious Shiite coalition.
Meanwhile, two Arab satellite television channels said that a Sudanese diplomat and five of his countrymen had been kidnapped in Iraq, and a Sudan Foreign Ministry spokesman appealed for their release.
Al-Jazeera's Web site reported the kidnappings but did not give details about where and when the six nationals were seized.
Also Friday, a lawyer for Saddam Hussein said he saw evidence that his client had been beaten.
Several hundred thousand people demonstrated after noon prayers in southern Baghdad Friday, many carrying banners decrying last week's elections. Many Iraqis outside the religious Shiite coalition allege that the elections were unfair to smaller Sunni Arab and secular Shiite groups.
"We refuse the cheating and forgery in the elections," one banner read.
During Friday prayers at Baghdad's Umm al-Qura mosque, the headquarters of the Association of Muslim Scholars, a major Sunni clerical group, Sheik Mahmoud al-Sumaidaei told followers they were "living a conspiracy built on lies and forgery."
"You have to be ready during these hard times and combat forgeries and lies for the sake of Islam," he said.
Sunni Arab and secular Shiite factions demanded Thursday that an international body review election fraud complaints, and threatened to boycott the new legislature. The United Nations rejected the idea.
Their demand came two days after preliminary returns indicated that the current governing group, the religious Shiite United Iraqi Alliance, was getting bigger-than-expected majorities in Baghdad, which has large numbers of Shiites and Sunnis.
On Friday, more than 2,000 people demonstrated in Mosul, where some accused Iran of having a hand in election fraud. About 1,000 people demonstrated in Tikrit, Saddam's hometown.
The former leader claimed at his trial this week that he had been beaten by his American captors.
Defense lawyer Khalil al-Dulaimi said Friday that he had seen marks on his client's body. Speaking in Amman, Jordan, Dulaimi said that he had filed a compliant Thursday with the court hearing Saddam's case.
The chief prosecutor, Jaafar al-Mousawi, told The Associated Press on Friday that he hadn't seen a complaint but planned to visit Saddam and his seven co-defendants to review their health and "listen to their demands and supply them with everything they need."
Meanwhile, gunmen Friday attacked an Iraqi army checkpoint in the city of Adhaim, in religiously and ethnically mixed Diyala province, killing eight soldiers and wounding seventeen, an Iraqi army officer said on condition he not be identified for fear of reprisal.
"There were too many to count," said Akid, a 20-year-old soldier from Diwanayah being treated for gunshot wounds to both thighs. "They tried to kill everybody."
Akid, who would only give his first name for fear of reprisal, said his battalion of about 600 men had already suffered over 250 desertions after a Dec. 3 ambush in Adhaim killed 19 Iraqi soldiers.
"They gave up," he said. "They said, 'The hell with this.'"
In Balad Ruz, 45 miles northeast of Baghdad, a suicide bomber detonated his explosives belt outside a Shiite mosque, killing four people and wounding eight, Diyala police said. Among the dead was a policeman guarding the mosque.
Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld said Friday that President Bush had authorized new cuts in U.S. combat troops in Iraq, below the 138,000 level that prevailed for most of this year. Rumsfeld did not reveal the exact size of the troop cut, but Pentagon officials have said as many as 7,000 combat troops could be leaving.
Criticisms of last week's elections are seen by some as jockeying for position by both Sunnis and former Prime Minister Ayad Allawi, a secular Shiite, before negotiations on forming a new coalition government begin. No group is expected to win a majority of the legislature's 275 seats.
The formerly dominant Sunni minority fears being marginalized by the Shiite majority, which was oppressed during Saddam's reign.
Associated Press writers Jason Straziuso, Robert Burns and Anthony Castaneda contributed to this report.
Copyright © 2005 The Associated Press
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b> "Munich"
Moshe Ivgy, Ami Weinberg and Lynn Cohen in "Munich". Photo by Universal Pictures
Steven Spielberg tries to untangle the knotty Palestinian-Israeli problem. Does he succeed? And should he be commended just for trying?
By Stephanie Zacharek
Dec. 23, 2005 | Among Hollywood's big guns, Steven Spielberg is a rarity: a filmmaker who's willing, every so often, to tangle with moral ambiguity. Or who at least knows moral ambiguity when he sees it. His 1993 "Schindler's List" has plenty of detractors, people who see the picture as Spielberg's milking of an unspeakable human tragedy for dramatic value. But I think Spielberg's motives are far less calculated than that view suggests, and they stem from a touchingly simple need: telling the story of Oskar Schindler's efforts to save people whose persecution was, to him, indefensible by any morally rational stretch of the imagination was Spielberg's way of seeking out a bit of recognizable human behavior in the face of inhuman cruelty. (That's not the same thing as making a "feel-good" Holocaust movie, as he has been accused of; Spielberg doesn't stint on the horrors of genocide, and he's always aware of how few people, in the grand scheme, Schindler was able to save.)
Love him or hate him -- and some of us have both loved and hated him over the years -- Spielberg is often as interested in notions of personal responsibility and guilt as he is in pure storytelling. And at his best, he helps us make the distinction between the facile and somewhat detached motto favored by Christian teens, "What would Jesus do?" and the more probing realist-humanist question, "What would -- or should -- I have done?"
Which brings us to the thorny tangle of Spielberg's latest, "Munich," a fictionalized version of a real-life story: After the Palestinian terrorist group Black September kidnapped and murdered 11 members of the Israeli Olympic team during the 1972 Summer Olympics in Munich, Germany, Israel responded -- secretly -- by assigning a team of underground hit men to seek out and kill 11 men whom Israeli intelligence had identified as masterminds of the plot. "Munich," its script by Eric Roth and Tony Kushner, was inspired by Canadian journalist George Jonas' controversial book, "Vengeance." (The book's sources have been questioned. The new edition, published to coincide with the movie's release, contains a defense of its veracity by journalist Richard Ben Cramer. Neither the Israeli government nor the Israeli intelligence agency, Mossad, has officially acknowledged that these assassination teams existed.)
Eric Bana plays Avner, a Mossad intelligence officer drafted to lead the hit squad. He approaches the job with mild reluctance, since his wife (Ayelet Zurer) is pregnant, and he'll be cut off from her until his work is done. We don't quite know what makes Avner accept the job -- presumably, patriotism and anger over the massacres, although as Bana plays him, Avner is so grounded and even-tempered that we have to guess at what his convictions are. (Bana gives a sturdy performance here, but there are some clues to his character that might have been strengthened in the writing.) "I'm going to go along with this until I don't," he tells his wife, suggesting that he hasn't thought through -- or doesn't yet dare think through -- the implications of the mission.
Before long, Avner's sharing a flat in Frankfurt with four compatriots: Belgian toy maker turned bomb maker Robert (Mathieu Kassovitz); South African getaway driver Steve (Daniel Craig); German forger Hans (Hanns Zischler); and Carl (Ciaran Hinds), the cleanup man who steps in after the assassins have done their work to make sure no evidence has been carelessly left behind. On the team's first night together -- Avner has prepared a brisket for dinner -- the five sit around a table, introducing themselves and talking about their various specialties. Carl, his solemn, enormous eyes blinking behind heavy-rimmed glasses, describes his job this way: "Me -- I worry."
The team's work -- their orders have come from Mossad officer Efraim (Geoffrey Rush), a government servant so dutiful and inscrutable he barely seems like a human being -- is ruthless and specific. "Use guns if you have to," they've been told, "but bombs are preferable." They're also urged to spare civilians at all costs. So they begin methodically hunting down their targets, often with the help of a shady Parisian contact, Louis (Mathieu Amalric, in an astonishing, finely chiseled performance), who runs his family business, an outfit capable of tracking down anyone, anywhere. The assassins begin with a Palestinian poet and translator living in Italy, a seemingly gentle soul who has passed information to the terrorists; their next target, a Parisian-based Palestinian, represents a trickier job and one that could take the lives of the man's wife and daughter as well.
We feel the weight of these acts before the assassins do, which is all part of Spielberg's exquisite, unnerving cleverness. The poet-translator, chatting so jovially with a shopkeeper, seems like such a nice guy; it gives us no pleasure to see a bullet go through his chest. (He has just come back from the store, clutching a bag of groceries; a milk bottle inside shatters -- shades of John McGiver's murder in the original "The Manchurian Candidate" -- and the man's blood puddles on the floor in a milky swirl, possibly a visual metaphor for the commingling of purity and guilt.) And the second target's young daughter, who will supposedly be at school when the bomb planted in her family's flat goes off, suddenly rushes back into the building just as the device is about to be detonated. Spielberg pulls the strings taut in this sequence; his intent is to make us squirm, and if his technique is a little obvious, at least his ideas are clear: If you want revenge, this is the risk you run. Each act of violence makes us feel queasy with complicity; it's just a matter of time before the men committing these acts feel it too.
And eventually, they do feel it. But, strangely -- or maybe not -- the movie begins to lose its power just as the assassins start to reckon with their actions. The movie's middle section raises some difficult questions about the uses, and the occasional necessity, of violence. At one point Carl, responding to some of the team members' sudden doubts about the validity of what they're doing, asks them how they think the Israeli state came to be in the first place. "How do you think we got the land?" he asks. "By being nice?"
In Greece, while attempting to kill one of the team's most significant targets, Avner encounters a young member of the Palestine Liberation Organization (who believes Avner is part of a European espionage outfit, not an Israeli one). "You don't know what it is not to have a home," he tells Avner, and we can see the flicker of enlightenment in Avner's eyes. He seems to be pondering, for the first time, the complexities of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict (and also failing to realize that while homelessness could be seen as motivation for terrorism, it doesn't excuse it). From there, we see Avner struggling more and more with the ethical weight of his mission. And when he finally sees his toddler daughter, for only the second time, he realizes he wants out. His ultimate realization: Violence begets violence.
And he's not wrong. But the problem with "Munich" is that Spielberg has made a beautifully crafted, intelligent picture that raises some very complicated, and not easily dismissed, moral questions -- only ultimately to find the easiest way to dismiss them. Avner's realization that violence doesn't solve anything is cemented just before the movie's final shot: It's 1973; Avner now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y., with his wife and daughter, and the last thing Spielberg shows us is the World Trade Center in the distance.
It's unclear what Spielberg means by that juxtaposition. Is he making a blanket statement about the evils of retaliating against terrorists? Is he making the point that, in 1972, Americans felt safe from the kind of terrorism visited upon the Israelis in Munich, but it was really just a matter of time before we'd experience it for ourselves? Spielberg is too intelligent a filmmaker to trade in accidental images, but his meaning isn't at all clear here, and the World Trade Center is too loaded a symbol to use as indistinctly as Spielberg does.
Spielberg does so much right in "Munich" that it's disheartening when he goes wrong. In the finest scene in the movie, Avner is invited out to the French countryside to meet Louis' father, known only as Papa (he's played, wonderfully, by Michael Lonsdale). The scene is so beautifully staged -- and so subtle in the way it gets at the link between patriotic duty and the importance of family, even in the face of immoral acts -- that it sets a standard the rest of the movie doesn't quite live up to.
And there are bigger problems: The picture opens with a swift primer on the Munich hostage massacre, blending news footage with filmed re-creations of the events. It's a stunning sequence, a compact way of both laying down essential details for the audience and making them feel the horror of the murders. But through the course of the movie, Spielberg revisits the murders in flashback, filling them in with increasingly more graphic detail. In the movie's most egregious scene, Spielberg intercuts shots of the hostages being murdered with Avner making love to his wife -- this may be Spielberg's clumsy way of affirming that the political is personal, but it's a case where, I think, Spielberg is cheapening and trivializing tragedy. (I also wonder how the graphic depiction of the murders must look to the surviving members of the hostages' families. Exploring the needlessness of violence by showing violence is all well and good, but perhaps not at the expense of people who have already suffered so greatly from it.)
"Munich" is both astonishing and frustrating. It's not easy to tell how much of the tone comes directly from Spielberg and how much comes from Kushner, who was called in to polish the script after Roth completed it. But it appears that both want to force some kind of satisfying resolution onto these very tricky moral issues. And although this picture is a world apart from Spielberg's atrocious, small-spirited "War of the Worlds," in some ways both movies speak to Spielberg's inability to wrestle with the potential justifiability of violence. In "War of the Worlds," the U.S. military shows up, in all its bravado, to fight the giant aliens with its tanks and guns. But in the end -- an ending straight out of the H.G. Wells source material -- lowly bacteria are what prove to be the aliens' undoing. Violence is bad, it's ineffective -- and luckily, with bacteria around to do all the dirty work, it doesn't have to be effective.
Violence isn't the answer, Spielberg tells us in "Munich." But the artists and filmmakers who are fondest of that handy platitude are never able to tell us what the answer is, particularly in cases involving terrorist acts, acts that generally exist outside the context of sane moral reasoning. Diplomacy, obviously, is a much more civil and ethical way of solving disputes than violence is. But if terrorists were responsive to diplomacy, we'd have to call them by another name. And "Munich" doesn't begin to consider the differences between the terrorists of '72, fighting for the concrete goal of a Palestinian state, and contemporary Islamic terrorists fighting for the amorphous goal of an Islamist paradise on Earth.
By the end of "Munich," when Avner has finally begun to question what he's done in the name of his country and his religion, we may find we've forgotten one of the saddest and most revelatory moments of the movie's beginning: Early in the picture, we see Golda Meir (played by Lynn Cohen) deliberating, with her cabinet, whether to take action against those who enabled the Black September terrorists. She paraphrases the climax of Hannah Arendt's "Eichmann in Jerusalem." And then, her voice clouded with weary resignation, she says, "These people -- they've sworn to destroy us. Forget peace. We have to show them we're strong." There's no rah-rah nationalism in her stance, or in her voice. Spielberg stages the moment to make it clear that this was a decision made with reluctance, not self-righteous certainty. "Munich" is fascinating when Spielberg gives himself the latitude to work in these shades of gray, but their shadowy uncertainty is hardly comforting. No wonder he prefers the resolute hopefulness of black and white.
-- By Stephanie Zacharek
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