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  • McNamara, 'Rummy,' And Misery Revisited

    McNamara, 'Rummy,' And The Misery Revisited

    by Jim Richmond


    The old man next to me at the dinner table in New York City was still recognizable. But barely.

     

    Gone was the black hair; replaced by a few white strands combed to hide his scalp.

     

    Brown, age and liver spots dotted his now sunken cheeks and pencil-thin face.

     

    Only the eyeglasses were familar from TV news clips in the mid 1960s.

     

    It was Robert McNamara, Secretary of Defense under LBJ, who with his “Whiz Kids” from the auto industry, carried out LBJ’s dictums in Vietnam; while trying to apply business medium_RobertMcNamara55.jpgmanagement systems to the Defense Department.

     

    McNamara served longer than anyone else in American history as DOD Secretary. 

     

    But when he retired, many believed McNamara had failed in Vietnam.  And had setbacks in modernizing the U.S. military.

     

    So, here it was, in the early 1990s, as I sat next to him at this  black tie, charitable fundraising dinner in New York

     

    I was nearly tongued-tied. Not that I didn't know what to say to or ask McNamara.  As a Vietman vet, I had questions.

     

    But the evening, the timing seemed inappropriate, wrong.   My questions would be too pointed, I convinced myself. 

     

    So I let the chance go by. Confined  comments to small talk about economics and the World Bank, which McNamara headed after leaving government service.

     

    Vietnam still seemed like the big, silent elephant at our table.

     

    I recalled this unsatisying experience the other evening  as I viewed, again,   the 6-hour Frontline  series "Bush's War," telecast on PBS, and watched another Secretary of Defense, who, next to McNamara, served the longest  tenure in American history as DOD Secretary: Donald Rumsfeld.

     

    The PBS-TV series depicts  Rumsfield as a no-holds-barred White House infighter, who took on the State Department and the generals, to advocate,  with Dick Chaney, for  a quick, decisive  invasion of Iraq after 9/11.

     

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    Like McNamara, Rumsfield is proven myopic in his global and battlefield perspective of a geographic region and a very different type of military conflict.

     

    And, also like McNamara, Rumsfield experiences  setbacks in efforts to reinvent, streamline  and downsize the Defense Department -- some reflecting a new reality after 9/11. (He gets a large measure of the blame/credit  for the latest BRAC efforts to close the Battle Creek Federal Center and other military installations  over the past 25 years or so.)

     

    New York Times stories (and Bob Woodward's books and articles) have profiled McNamara and Rumsfield:  Their  micromanaging, impatience,  arrogance. (Rumsfield was a member of the Kellogg Company Board of Directors for a time.  There are less than flattering local  stories in that venue.)

     

    Since his DOD departure, the 80-so-old Rumsfield has been out of public view....probably savoring his later years in St. Michaels, Maryland, on the former slave plantation he owns  and calls "Mount Misery,"  infamous as site for  captivity of Frederick Douglass at hands of  "slave breaker" Edward Covey.

     

    Rumsfield is reportedly a multimillionare from his business turnaround years as head of G.D. Searle and other multinational corporations.

     

    We probably won't know -- for sure -- the outcome of the Iraq War for decades -- just as we are only now rewriting outcomes of the Vietnam Conflict, in light of the 'new' Vietnam's pell mell rush toward capitalism. (The Domino Theory turned out to be about capitalism, not communism.)

     

    McNamara died in 2009 at age 92.  Wish I could have collected on a rain check from that dinner chat of long ago.

     

    Ask those questions about Vietnam.

     

    Hope "Rummy" is happy on  Mount Misery.

     

  • 'Kill Chicken , To Frighten Monkey'


     

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    Nothing New with Bo Xilai’s Dalian, China Corruption: 

    Kill Chicken, To Frighten Monkey 

    Bo Xilai was mayor of Dalian, a lovely city in Northern China, next to the Yalu River and the border with North Korea, when I travelled there frequently in the early 2000s to visit with Chinese inlaws, who were also intertwined in local Communist party politics.  I don’t recall meeting Bo Xilai, but his type of behavior was common. http://www.nytimes.com/2012/09/29/world/asia/bo-xilai-expelled-from-chinas-communist-party.html?ref=global-home

     

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    The Chinese love fish head soup.  With the head left floating in the broth.

    The cheeks of the fish head are considered the most delicate and desirable. 

    The guest of honor at the typical Chinese dinner is offered opportunity to eat the fish's cheeks.

    Which I did one evening.

    Dinner with my Chinese wife and her family in Dalian, northern China, just across the Yalu River from N. Korea.

             A typically crowded, noisy, smoky Chinese restaurant -- families having dinner, business/communist party officials soaking up free food and drink.

    About 20 family members and their friends, sitting around a table -- rotating food platter in the middle and stacked with perhaps 30 different food dishes.

    Suddenly, my wife's uncle, face aglow and eyes watering from the  toasts, a poo-ba in the Dalian Communist Party and host for the evening, yells at the waiter in Chinese about the quality of the fish head soup.

     

    The waiter slinks off.  Replaced by the Restaurant Manager dragging behind him a cook clad in a filthy uniform. 

    Wife translates for me:

    "Cook is fired!," restaurant manager proclaims to Uncle.

    ‘New’ waiters bring a platter of complimentary green beans with hot, spicy pepper slices, and bottles of pungent rice wine.

    Chinese uncle smiles, leans over, says something to Wife.

    I ask: “What did Uncle say?”

    She whispers: “Kill chicken, to frighten the monkey.”

  • Father Knows Best

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    Father Knows Best

    Every night now, when I arrive home from work, pull the Respectmobile in the drive, and unlock the back door, my cat Dinky rushes into the kitchen, does a little twirl, a pirouette, of welcome.

    It’s not exactly a Margaret Anderson/Jane Wyatt, “Father Knows Best” kiss and a hug at the door.

    But it does quite nicely.

    Quite nicely.

    For now.

  • Rust Bucket...But It's OUR Rust Bucket Aircraft Carrier

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    Rust Bucket...But its OUR Rust Bucket Aircraft Carrier.

    Chinese are such proud, nationalistic people....

    I was sitting in a fancy Dalian restaurant in 2002, overlooking the Yalu River harbor and this rust bucket, second hand Russian carrier at long rest, when my Chinese uncle and Communist Party boo pah, pointed out into the harbor, and said: "Soon, we have almost NEW carrier!"

    Having served 3 years on a USA barely post WWII carrier, I knew what I was looking at...but nodded politely.  

    Ten years later, they have the old "jump" carrier back in shape and, Im sure, stuffed with the latest electronics, and ready to do braggery and buffery with the Japanese, Vietnamese, USA, etc. in the South China Sea.

    http://www.nytimes.com/2012/09/26/world/asia/china-shows-off-an-aircraft-carrier-but-experts-are-skeptical.html?ref=global-home