I’m not one of those people who think women make naturally
better leaders than men, more collegial and collaborative. I’ve covered enough
women in the upper ranks, and worked for and with enough women, to know that it
depends on the individual.
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Yet when I look back at 9/11 and the torrent of tragic,
perverse blunders that followed, I think about men seized by a dangerous strain
of hypermasculinity; fake tough-guy stuff; a caricature of strength — including
the premature “Mission Accomplished” scene of George W. Bush strutting on an
aircraft carrier in his own version of “Top Gun.”
All of that empty swaggering ended up sapping America and
making our country weaker.
Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld wrecked W.’s presidency,
with their overweening ideas about big-stick executive power, developed in the
Ford administration when they were feeling crimped by post-Watergate
restrictions; with their determination to exorcise our post-Vietnam ambivalence
about using force; and with their loony plan to establish America as the sole
superpower by preemptively striking potential foes. (Cheney, always ready to
bomb despite his five deferments during Vietnam.) And of course, there was that
most belligerent and shameful act: sanctioning torture.
This unholy pair of consiglieres played into W.’s fear that
he would be called a wimp, as his father once was, if he did not go along with
the guns-blazing, facts-be-damned case to sideline Afghanistan and invade Iraq,
which had nothing to do with 9/11.
W.’s parents were brimming with concern about the
deleterious effects of Cheney and Rumsfeld. (Bush senior later publicly
dismissed them as “iron ass” Cheney and “arrogant” Rumsfeld.) Yet even after
things started going badly wrong, W. confided in conservative columnists that
he had to admire the “brass balls” of the two older men.
Really?
A top commander in Afghanistan once told me that he was
confounded about why we invaded Iraq. Weren’t we playing into Osama bin Laden’s
hands by occupying two Muslim countries?
Yes. But W. liked the idea of upstaging his father, an
actual war hero.
In the ramp-up to the Iraq War, Washington was a veritable
bro-fest, men at the top of government and journalism egging on the war or
turning a willful blind eye to the weak casus belli.
There were women who helped, too, including Condoleezza
Rice, Judy Miller and Hillary Clinton, whose husband advised her to vote for
Iraq War authorization and famously told Democrats
after 9/11, “When people
feel uncertain, they’d rather have someone who’s strong and wrong than somebody
who’s weak and right.”
But I will never forget how many top male editors and
writers reacted after Colin Powell made his speech at the United Nations in
2003 making the case for war with Iraq. The secretary of state had holed up
with George Tenet, head of the CIA, trying to scrub out the bogus stuff that
Cheney and Co. were stuffing into the speech. But he didn’t get it all out. His
case was risibly weak, as was the National Intelligence Estimate.
Yet many of my male colleagues did not see Powell’s case as
limp and ginned up, simply an excuse to go kick some Arabs, any Arabs, so that
they would never look at us cross-eyed again. The guys saw the case as strong.
I asked a friend, a man who worked at another publication, about this macho
invasion fever.
“Men love war,” he said, shrugging.
Unfortunately, the horrors that this “shock and awe” crew
unleashed did not shock the country enough to stamp out the mania of this
self-defeating streak of hypermasculinity.
After the respite of Barack Obama, Donald Trump became
president. When Trump was running in the Republican primaries, focus groups
reported that the quality voters most admired in the reality-show star was
“balls.” (He even referenced his anatomy during a debate.) His fans were
posting memes of him as Rambo, quite an upgrade for Cadet Bone Spurs, and Trump
himself tweeted a picture of himself as a shirtless Rocky. All this, even
though he would later hit the White House bunker during the Black Lives Matter
protests.
After riling up his supporters on Jan. 6 to swarm the
Capitol, and telling them “we’re going to walk down and I’ll be there with
you,” Rambo/Rocky retreated to the Oval Office to watch the chaos on TV.
Trump’s faux tough-guy routine led to the lethal political
divide on masks, which undermined our ability to beat the virus. When Trump got
COVID, he was happy to accept all the special medications he could get from his
large team of doctors at Walter Reed. Yet he continued to act as if COVID was a
minor annoyance, signaling to his red-state supporters that masks were for
wimps.
Never one to miss a cheesy tableau of machismo, Trump was
scheduled to provide ringside commentary on a boxing match between Evander
Holyfield, 58, and Vitor Belfort, 44 on 9/11 at the Hard Rock Casino in
Florida. During a promotional event for the Hasbeenpalooza, the 75-year-old
bragged that he’d like to beat up the 78-year-old Joe Biden in the ring, that
it would be his “easiest fight” and that Biden would “go down within the first
few seconds.”
And although Biden does let slip the occasional schoolyard
taunt, this president, blessedly, is not generally a hypermasculine style of
leader. He is digging his way out from under the damage caused by Republican predecessors
who used that approach to mask their own insecurities and inadequacies.
Biden is taking a tougher stance on vaccines to force more
COVID deniers to get the shots to protect them and the rest of us. He pulled us
out of the quicksand of Afghanistan. And he had something better to do on 9/11
than climb into a ring with Trump.
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