Showing posts with label white house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label white house. Show all posts

Sunday, July 26, 2009

President Obama Confronts Evil and Blinks, Again!

First published on APRIL 16, 2009


This is not the first post on this subject and hopefully it will not be the last.

Here is the link to a good New York Times Article outlining the substance of the CIA tactics used on prisoners in secret overseas prisons which the Justice Department released today.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/17/us/politics/17detain.html?hp

Just the most cursory look at that article will tell you what criminal acts our government engaged in routinely with the full knowledge and consent of the Bush Administration.

Here is a link to the full text of President Obama's press release statement about the release of the information. There is a great deal of talking about keeping the CIA's secret operations and the names of their operatives secret. A lot of talk about what a great service they do and why there can never be any sunshine on any of their activities. You can read all of that here.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/16/us/politics/16text-obama.html?_r=1

What I would like us to reflect on carefully are the following excerpts from the President's statement.

" In releasing these memos, it is our intention to assure those who carried out their duties relying in good faith upon legal advice from the Department of Justice that they will not be subject to prosecution. The men and women of our intelligence community serve courageously on the front lines of a dangerous world. Their accomplishments are unsung and their names unknown, but because of their sacrifices, every single American is safer. We must protect their identities as vigilantly as they protect our security, and we must provide them with the confidence that they can do their jobs."

And then read what I have included below, which cinches the deal that this President is not now or ever going to do what any decent man would do and that is to investigate and when necessary prosecute, try and judge those responsible for the moral and legal outrage that went on during these interrogations. In essence, regardless of all the fancy rhetoric about moving forward, we are moving forward without resolution or closure on year after year of the violation on our laws, our Constitution and of the moral clarity which once was a hallmark of American leadership. We are being told to now build a new American on the foundation of the old, never mind that the foundation is rotten and termite ridden. No one is to be brought to justice. No one.

Read on:

"This is a time for reflection, not retribution. I respect the strong views and emotions that these issues evoke. We have been through a dark and painful chapter in our history. But at a time of great challenges and disturbing disunity, nothing will be gained by spending our time and energy laying blame for the past. Our national greatness is embedded in America's ability to right its course in concert with our core values, and to move forward with confidence. That is why we must resist the forces that divide us, and instead come together on behalf of our common future.

The United States is a nation of laws. My Administration will always act in accordance with those laws, and with an unshakeable commitment to our ideals. That is why we have released these memos, and that is why we have taken steps to ensure that the actions described within them never take place again."


President Obama believes that he is doing the right thing. He isn't. He believes that he is leading by consensus. He isn't. He believes that people of good will can turn their backs on heinous crimes and move confidently into the future by ignoring the stench of the past. We can't.

I wanted with all my heart and soul for this President to be elected. I listened to his campaign rhetoric and believed what he said. But we now have two very large and visible examples where he has turned to the advice of the insiders, sellers of the old way of doing business. He has looked them straight in the eye, and blinked.

So now we have the good old boys running Treasury, and his financial advisory team and at the Fed. We have turned to the foxes and taken their advice on how to run the hen house. And the foxes just get fatter and fatter off of us and our children. We are watching them produce program after program that makes the same people who got us into this mess richer and richer, all the while the middle and working classes see little change on the horizon for them.

And today he confirms what he has hinted at many times in the past, that he will turn his back on Constitutional abuses of power, torture as a national policy that went on for a minimum of four years, and the stench of incessent abuses of American freedom and privacy, of the use of our armed forces to fight an immoral war, all by an immoral, illegal, power mad, corrupt Administration -- and tell us to move on.

This is pollyannaish behavior at its most naive. If someone had asked you four months ago to sit down and read what was going to happen you would have laughed in their face. This is looking evil straight in the eye and saying, "if you won't bring this up then I won't either." (wink - wink).

There are no more excuses. We have been told over and over that it has been only 40 days or 50 days or now almost a hundred days. Give it time. We have given it time enough to see that on the two major efforts that he could have done right he has come down on the side of those who think that they are above the law, worse, that they can ignore the law and rewrite it in a back room of the Vice President's office, in the off limits secrecy of the CIA Building, and in the back rooms of banks, hedge funds and Treasury.

We are being had left and right, from top to bottom, and we sit and say, "Well, let's give him a little more time."

OK. But answer just one question: "How is this different than if Bush were still in office?"

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Motorcycles: A Magnificent Obsession, Part Two

From My Open Salon Blog: NOVEMBER 21, 2008 4:50PM



Executive Office Building

Executive Office of the President, EOB front view, Pennsylvania Avenue

West Wing, White House, Portico from West Drive

Top: Old Executive Office Building (EOB) viewed from White House side.

Middle: Old Executive Office Building viewed from front, Pennsylvania Avenue, side. West Wing of the White House can be glimpsed on left.

Bottom: West Wing White House Portico entrance viewed from West Drive. West Drive runs between White House and Old EOB.

There are 10 parts to this motorcycle memoir. Quick links to each are in the Archives side bar on the right.

Part Two:

I immersed myself in work, almost giddy about the fact that I was working in the Executive Office of the President. I wanted to do the very best I could and immediately realized that until I learned to competently do what was assigned to me I would be a drag on the system; and that would make a perfectionist like me miserable. That only spurred me to work longer hours as well as coming in every Saturday and some Sundays.

Soon I was spending almost all of my time at work, ignoring my family. I told myself that was alright because I was working for a wonderful President who would help change the world, and that this was the chance of a lifetime. As I became better at my job my superiors heaped praise on me. Rather than just saying “thank you” and slowing down to a normal pace, that only further spurred me on.

My private home life did not really exist. My children were an after thought and my then wife, Jan, fit nowhere in the equation. It wasn’t that I didn’t like my kids or wanted to shun my wife. It was that they simply were not relevant to my ambitions. I told myself that if I were to really make it in Washington, well, there would be plenty of time for them then.

As for now, they should understand and support me in my career. I was bringing home more money each year. We were saving a little all along. My school loans were being paid back on schedule. And we should be able to buy a house in a few years. They had it good. That is, I thought that they had it good. I never asked them what they thought.

Motorcycling was relegated to an after thought for the first year at the Executive Office. I rode my Honda to work almost every day, year round. But it was only a convenient source of transportation that got me the eight miles to and from the Executive Office far quicker than I could in a car. And, with the bike, I never had a parking problem.

In those days the White House staff and the Executive Office staff were far smaller than today. There were less than 100 people working directly in the White House and about four times that many working across the alley in the Executive Office Building (EOB) where I worked. The EOB, the former Navy, War and State Department building, is on the corner of 17th and Pennsylvania Avenue.

In that building, joined to the White House by an underground tunnel, were the Offices of the Vice President and the Offices of the staffs that formed the Executive Office of the President. The largest of the Executive Office organizations, the Bureau of the Budget, where I worked, occupied all of the first two floors except for a small suite of offices for the Vice President.

The rest of the building was occupied by the other, much smaller, branches of the Executive Office: the Council of Economic Advisors and the Office of Science and Technology. Maybe a half dozen other small, semi-permanent groups had offices there as well, such as the Water Resources Council and some environmental task forces.

The Secret Service has some of its detail stationed in the EOB on the ground floor (the floor below the “First Floor” that one could enter at street level.) The tunnel to the White House connected to the Basement level further below.

To give an idea of the small size of the President’s support team and the looseness of security, the first time I rode my Honda to work I stopped at the west Pennsylvania Avenue front gate of the White House, waved a photo ID at the guard and entered the lane between the White House and the EOB.

The guard had never seen me in his life, knew nothing about me, and the laminated photo pass could have been made by anyone. I then proceeded to the parking area immediately opposite the White House entrance and parked my bike on a cement pad reserved for bicycles and a couple of motorcycles. There was no further security as I turned west and entered the EOB.

Had I turned east into the White House there was one guard sitting just inside the double door entrance. Later I would routinely enter the White House that way and the security was the same; wave a photo ID and be waved through. This was true even after President Kennedy was killed in Dallas. After that the gates around the White House were kept shut except when in use and employees and visitors had to sign in as well as producing ID before entering the area.

I got to know a couple of the guys who parked their motorcycles there and one, Earl Darrah, turned out to work in the same Natural Resources Division that did. Earl would come to be my best friend and motorcycling buddy. Twenty years later he would be the best man at my wedding to Sue. He died three years ago from cancer. We visited him at his home in Tampa shortly before he died.

From 1963 until 1968 I worked in the Executive Office, being promoted annually from grade GS 9 to GS 14 in less than four years. It was not possible to rise in the Civil Service faster than that. My workaholic nature was paying off in my career.

My family life was a shambles. My children were growing up for all practical purposes without a father. My wife soon gave up on trying to have a life in which I was a true partner and decided to go back to work once the kids were all in school.

She was quite successful in designing and running a technical library for a nuclear energy consulting firm. It provided her some satisfaction, but that was small solace for the virtual loss of a husband.

It was at about this point where I started spending more time with a mistress that I had started hanging around sporadically since high school. Her name was alcohol. She was sly, forever agreeable, offered no resistance to my advances, and didn’t object to sharing me with either my work or my motorcycling.

Next: Unfortunately Booze, Work and Motorcycling DO mix.

Monte