Friday, September 21, 2007

Pictures Can Win the War

This is a letter I wrote to the writer of an article printed in TIME magazine about the courageous films that are soon to be released about the Iraq War. Here's the letter:

Dear Mr. Corliss:

I’m writing in response to your article printed Saturday, September 01, 2007 entitled “Iraq War Films Focus on Soldiers.” In particular, I’d like to address the final statement of the article, which refers to the final images of the films and the message they display: “We need help…when we can no longer help ourselves.” Your article, along with In the Valley of Elah and Redacted, makes the claim that because of America’s presence in Iraq, we have destroyed the lives of hundreds of thousands of individuals, ruined our reputation throughout the world, caused the “toxic inflammation” of the entire Middle East, and continue to recklessly endanger U.S. soldiers’ physical and mental health, all for a cause that provides neither the opportunity to “kill the enemy or have sex with the local ladies” (which was apparently the reason for sending soldiers to fight in World Wars I and II). The only thing to do now, according to the article and the final images displayed in the films, is to raise the American flag upside-down, signaling our utter helplessness in the situation. What I would like to suggest is that we can help ourselves! We can end the atrocities that war inevitably brings! But the rabid anti-American propaganda put out in these films makes it much more difficult.

We should be making films that present the successes in Iraq, the heroism of our soldiers, and the courage of the Iraqi people. Of course, this might be seen as a type of propaganda as well, designed to keep the public in a state of ignorance, and as worthy to be condemned as anti-America propaganda, if it weren’t true. But the fact is, there are good things happening in Iraq. In fact, I have a brother-in-law serving there now as a nurse in a hospital built by the Americans, and every week, he’s happy to report about another Iraqi citizen who’s been treated and cured in the state-of-the-art facility – an opportunity that certainly did not exist before we came to the country. Stories like these abound, and if filmmakers would present these positive stories, would it not serve everyone better than presenting the atrocities? You might argue, “No! It wouldn’t. The surest way to stop the killing is to get the soldiers (whose job it is to kill) out.” And that makes sense. But pragmatically speaking, a premature withdrawal of the troops is unlikely – there’s simply too much at stake now. Ceding a victory to an enemy as ruthless as the terrorists cannot be an option. So logic says: the troops will be allowed to return only after the mission has been accomplished. And reason would suggest that the mission could be accomplished easier if we support it, rather than undermine it.

Of course, there are many people, perhaps even a majority (including yourself, Haggis, and De Palma), who don’t believe in the mission. Obviously, if you don’t believe in the mission then you wouldn’t want to see the successful completion of it. Perhaps I’m taking the quote from your article too seriously. It may have been meant more as an off-color joke than a statement of your belief, but if it is true that you believe soldiers go to war to murder and fornicate, then I can see why you would find it hard to support them. I myself would never want to send people of that ilk off to war.

I, however, espouse the notion that there are noble reasons to go to war, and one of those reasons is found in Warner Brothers’ Three Kings. The premise of the film is especially apt to this conversation, and its themes deal with precisely the same argument: bring the troops home? Or stay and finish the job? The circumstances are slightly different, but not by much. In fact, the film takes place in the same country as the current conflict, and is about what happens to the local Iraqis when the U.S. pulls up its stakes to head home, leaving them in the hands of a ruthless dictator. Ironically enough, Hollywood, in this case, chose to condemn the military for leaving. Now they condemn the military for staying. The point the film makes though is worth some consideration: America’s presence in a volatile country actually helps to stabilize it and make it safer for its citizens.

Some would argue, as does the article, that it’s our presence that as made the nation volatile in the first place. But I find it hard to believe that we could have caused the “toxic inflammation,” of a region that has already been charred black from decades of terrorism and genocide. The list of unwarranted attacks on innocent civilians is almost too long to record. The Munich Olympic Massacre (1972), the bombing of the U.S. Embassy in Beirut (1983), the first World Trade Center bombing (1993), the Khobar Towers bombing in which more than 400 people were either killed or wounded (1996), and of course the horrific events that took place on September 11th, leaving 3,000 people dead, millions mourning, and a world transformed. If anything good came out of that attack, it’s that it woke us up to the truth that terrorism has been raging in the Middle East for years, long before we ever considered sending troops there. Their presence is meant to quell the fire, to prevent the list from getting any longer, and allow the citizens to live freely in relative peace and harmony.

In addition to handling the protection and security of a foreign nation (Iraq in this case), war can serve to protect our own rights and to secure our own safety here at home. It’s a well-known fact that Iran’s president would like to see us wiped off the map, not to mention what he’d like to do with Israel. If his nuclear ambitions were ever realized, the world would be in for some true destruction. Thankfully, due to our decision to take the battle to the terrorists, his resources have been tied up, and the possibility of an attack at home is more unlikely. The same goes for other terrorists and terrorist organizations in the region; taking the war to them prevents them from bringing it to us, as they did on September 11. Granted, this is speculation. Who’s to say that an independent cell of terrorists, or even “home-grown” terrorists won’t just decide on their own to make war on our soil? There’s nothing the troops in Iraq can do about the cells within our own borders. So wouldn’t it be safer for America to bring the troops home? To that, I would say that the threat of the terrorist organizations in the Middle East is far more grave than the threat of the cells at home. As we’ve seen from recent arrests in London and in Florida and Canada, the local law enforcement and intelligence agencies are well equipped to handle the plots at home.

Apart from liberating a people from the fetters of a dictatorship, spreading the light of Democracy, and protecting our own nation from further attacks, the troops serve to protect those “inalienable rights” that have been preserved by the blood of so many courageous soldiers of the past. It might be naïve to think that those rights are at stake. In fact, I would concede that it’s unrealistic to believe that our country would be taken over by these people, and that we’d have to surrender our rights to them, except for the fact that our soldiers are there preventing it. Historically though, that’s what it would have meant. To the victor go the spoils! Our troops are there to see that there’s no chance of that ever happening.

I believe that it’s these and other values that inspire thousands of young men to volunteer to enter the force. It’s truly disheartening and disgusting, tragic, that something as horrific as what is portrayed in Redacted occurred at the hands of our own troops. As you said in your article, that kind of action is expected from jihadists, but when it happens in the American armed forces, we must ask why. I have no problem with that. In fact, I agree. But there’s a world of difference between asking why something like this could have happened and presenting it as somehow indicative of the way our troops behave or an inevitable consequence of a war such as this. It’s neither!

In every barrel of apples, there’s bound to be a few with bruises. In a barrel that contains as many soldiers as the U.S. military, there are bound to be some rotten ones. And that’s why this happened. There were some truly rotten apples in the batch, and I don’t think it goes much farther than that. The vast majority of our soldiers have volunteered their time – surrendered their lives – to see to it that these poor Iraqi citizens, who have been through more than you or I could imagine, be given the chance to live a life according to the dictates of their own conscience. They’re there to prevent war from coming to this nation, and to protect our God-given rights. While thousands of lives have been lost, hundreds of thousands have been saved, and future generations will have hope where hope has never existed. It’s a shame that so much effort is being spent in Hollywood to undermine that, because of the actions of a few bad apples.

During WWII, Hollywood took a much different approach. In films such as Freedom Comes High, It’s Everybody’s War, Ring of Steel, and Baptism of Fire, just to name a few, American soldiers were saluted and citizens were inspired to sacrifice for the war effort. In his article “Hollywood Goes to War,” Clayton R. Koppes relates some of the morale-building scenes that graced the silver screen during that time. “A marine, having just dispatched a horde of treacherous Japanese attackers, pauses to utter a paean to democracy. A young mother, newly widowed when her husband was killed in combat, chokes back the tears and tells her infant son that daddy died so he could have a better future. A Norwegian town rises up as one against Nazi terror…” Admittedly, from today’s perspective, these films seem quaint and even manipulative, and they provoke us to ask why Hollywood would bother with such rote prototypes. The answer is simple: Hollywood wanted to boost the war effort! They knew, as De Palma noted in your article, that pictures move people. “Pictures are what will stop the war,” says De Palma. If that’s true, then the reverse must be true also. Pictures are what will win the war! Imagine if Hollywood had been hell-bent on giving the American audience a look at what WWII was really like! The images that could have been compiled from a single front of that war would make Iraq seem like nothing more than a schoolyard brawl. Public support would have most certainly waned, and outrage increased. All the efforts made to conserve resources at home, and to devote time and energy to the support of the military would have been hindered, and we may well have lost! And not because we couldn’t have won. Thankfully, Hollywood knew the power of pictures, and chose to use them in an inspiring and positive way.

I don’t think filmmakers ought to abandon their beliefs and their standards in order to support a cause they don’t believe in. So it’s hard to say that they shouldn’t make these films. Perhaps a better answer can be found in the Viet Nam war movie model. During that war, public support wasn’t nearly as strong as it was during WWII, which is certainly the case now as well. But as Emily Friedman points out in her article “Iraq War Comes to the Silver Screen,” during the conflict in Viet Nam, “…the Hollywood machine waited for two or three years [to release movies].” Despite their discontent and outrage over the war, filmmakers chose to show a little more discretion and give a little more respect to the soldiers fighting the war.

Whether you support the Iraq War or not, we’re there, and making films while we’re there about how terrible America is and how barbaric our soldiers are only serves to endanger their lives, cut down their morale, embolden the enemy, and tarnish the image of America, which is believed to be tarnished by our administration’s foreign policy. I was living in Ukraine when the news was announced that we had declared war in Iraq, and I saw first-hand how that decision negatively affected people’s opinion of our country. I don’t dispute that our image has been tarnished in some regions. But then again, when I look at the recent elections of pro-Western/pro-American candidates in Ukraine, Germany, France, and other countries around the world, it makes me think that our image really hasn’t been as tarnished as the media makes it out to be. Rather, there are individual citizens in all countries around the world, including America, who disagree with our policies, and they are not afraid to make their voice heard. I would say (believing in De Palma’s assertion that pictures are what really move people) the films that he and his fellow filmmakers are producing “trash” our nation’s reputation more than our foreign policy decisions.

And so I ask the question, respecting your beliefs and your genuine disdain for the atrocities of this war, would it not be more beneficial to make a film praising the troops for their courage, supporting the founding principles of this nation, inspiring support from the people at home, and improving our image abroad? Would that not help to end this war sooner, thereby allowing the troops to come home?

We can help ourselves. The pictures are what can stop this war if the pictures help to win.

Sincerely,
Douglas W. Bailey

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Autocracy Then and Now

“Russia’s revolutionary movements at the end of the tsarist regimes produced political values, beliefs, and symbols that formed not only the foreign policy of the time, but shaped the foreign policy of the Soviet period, and even live on today by virtue of their importance in the current leadership of democratic Russia” (Donaldson 37). This is most certainly a compelling statement to make, considering the implications it has regarding Russia’s current government, led by the one and only Vladimir Vladimirovich.

If the beliefs, values, and symbols that were produced by the revolutionaries then live on today, it’s of critical importance to study those beliefs, values, and symbols. According to Donaldson and Nogee, the main feature of the environment produced by those revolutionaries was AUTOCRACY: unrestrained political power in the hands of the tsar, wielded through a strong centralized bureaucracy and augmented by a secret police, and an economy and social order controlled by the state. I automatically tried to make that connection with Putin, and if I go along with the media, it’s not too far off to say that those tendencies still exist in Russia. Of course, I am generally wary of what I learn from the media, especially when I haven’t done a lot research on my own first. So I decided to reach back into the recesses of my mind to see if some of my experiences in the Ukraine would corroborate the claim. I immediately thought of the elections of ’04, the push to get Yanukovich elected, and the plot to poison Yushenko. I then thought about some of the other “autonomous” republics of the former Soviet Union, and the leaders that have been in power there for years and years, and combined that with the knowledge that Putin now appoints regional governors in Russia (as opposed to letting them be elected), and realized that “unrestrained political power” still exists, to a degree. If the accusations of all the poisonings are true, as well as the mysterious deaths of numerous journalists, then it’s clear that this power is augmented by a secret police force. I personally don’t know much about Russia’s economy and how much control the State has over it, but because the first two claims seem to be accurate, I’m willing to accept the third as well.

This is all somewhat troubling to me, and would probably be even more troubling if I weren’t in my safe little bubble in the Land of the Free. As it stands now, I live my life, reading an occasional blurb online about another mysterious death here, another power-grab there, and hope that my friends in Ukraine can continue pushing their slow trek West, leaving the Kremlin behind.

Roots in Cali

I just wanted to let you all know, if you didn't know already, that Frannie and I took a trip up to Ventura, California, a town about 60 miles north of L.A., and just south of Santa Barbara. We recently found out that we've got some relatives up there, and as you can see in the pictures, the relative is most certainly a McIntosh! His name is Duane, and he's the 8th of twelve, and in my opinion, the one who looks more like Mimms than any other (of the ones I've met anyway). His hearing isn't doing so well, which is apparently part-hereditary and part-result of working with those loud tractors on the farm in Burlington, so we to speak very loudly to communicate. At first, I thought he had kind of a nasty wife, because she kept yelling at him like he was dumb or something. But when he told us he broke his hearing aid a while back, I realized that Rita was neither mean nor condescending. She's actually very sweet, and also very British.

They met when Duane was send over to England during the Korean War. He was actually supposed to go to Korea, but his dad asked for a leave of absence for a few weeks to come help with the farm, and when his leave was up, there was no longer a need for him to go to Korea. So he went to London instead! And there, he found his Sweetheart. When he was sent home, the army gave him a small amount of money to get from Chicago to Wyoming. Duane decided to send that money to Rita in London to take a ship over to America, and Duane hitchhiked back to Burlington. His brothers and father and mother told him it was an idiodic thing to do, and that he'd never see that girl or the money again. I guess they didn't know how much the two loved each other. She came and she stayed, and they seem as happy now as they ever were.

We saw some pictures of their wedding, and in those pictures we saw a cute little flower girl about three years old, fiery red hair (you could tell it was red despite it being black & white), and a grin that made us all smile. It was Nanna, no question about it. In 50 years, the hair and grin, the sparkling eyes haven't changed a bit.

Duane, by the way, has that same grin, and he wears it on his face perpetually, especially when we hopped in the Chrystler convertible and headed up the California coast to Ojai, a small town on the edge of the Pacific. With the wind in our hair and the sun on our backs, Duane smiled and told us the history of Ventura, pointing out landmarks along the way - including Johnny Cash's famous estate nestled in the hills. We also listened to smiling stories about Mimms coming out to visit with Trudy, reunions in Burlington, vacations to England, Italy, Turkey, and a tale of one James Yorgason (my great-great-great grandfather), a polygamist, who came to Los Angeles to escape the government's persecution, and built the largest pigeon farm in America just a few hundred yards away from where Dodgers Stadium stands today.

Knowing about 'ol James, Duane, and the fact that my Grandpa Bailey came out here to work cattle and cook for the USC football team, makes living out here that much more comfortable. For the longest time, I thought Fran and I were the only ones. But the roots have been here for a long time, and now I know that I've simply been grafted in.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

The Day of This Life


I'm listening to a conference discussion between a structured settlement expert, a "special needs" trust lawyer, my co-counsel and Gene and Kori Corson. We are talking about what to do with Cledi's money if we are successful tomorrow in settling her case. She is such a beautiful little girl, but her brain was destroyed at birth. She can't see or eat or move or speak. She can't hug her parents or watch cartoons or run and play with her puppy. She never will. And yet she is adorable. And then I read about the Buffalo Bills reserve tight end, 25 years old, who will probably never walk again. Healthy and strong and playing the game he loved, and then a moment later, lying lifeless on the turf. He may not live. His family and friends must be suffering so today. This afternoon Sister Burmeister's trial begins. She is charge with vehicular homicide for killing two men on the Torrington Highway following a seminary fireside two years ago. One man had hit a deer in the highway and was down. Aother stopped to help. It was dark and Sister Burmeister didn't see them until it was too late. My heart just aches for all these people and I don't even know the football player. "No man is an island, entire of itself. Any man's death diminishes me." I think back on little Michael Nicoli, who died of a brain tumor when he was only 6. I was his Bishop. I don't remember crying so hard.

We are so blessed to have the Gospel of Christ, which gives us understanding and purpose and peace. It anchors our lives to that which is most important and most enduring. I am thankful to Heavenly Father for each of you. I am thankful that each of you has been blessed with good health and strength. I am thankful that you were able to run and jump and play as children, and swim and sing, and dress up in costumes and drink milkshakes and eat popcorn, and that we could watch movies together and laugh and open presents on Christmas morning. I am so thankful that I get to see you now and talk to you and watch you continue your journey through life. No, we haven't achieved all our dreams. Yes, there have been disappointments and setbacks. BUT, we have each other. We have the Gospel. And we have this day. It doesn't get any better than that.

I love you all. I love my amazing grandchildren and their mothers, and the mothers to be!!! I am humbled at God's goodness and these gifts of His in my life.

I hope and pray we can all live to be worthy of these blessings and that we each will offer the best service we can give in His Kingdom, not out of duty, but out of gratitude and love.

With love,

dad

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Big Waves


That’s a great story, Hindu. One for the books. I’m glad you’re safe and sound.

Anyway, hopefully this stressful madness will calm down a bit for you so you can have a wonderful, joyous end to your mission. If not, then I guess it’ll be a wonderful, TRYING end to you mission, which is sometimes better. I know we had many more trying times in Ukraine than joyful, and yet a day doesn’t go by in my life when I don’t think about how amazing Ukraine was. So either way, it’ll be worth it.

Yesterday for Labor Day, we went to Dockweiller Beach, the sickest, dirtiest beach in all of California. It was chosen because you’re allowed to have fire pits and BBQ’s there (which is probably also why it’s sickest and dirtiest). Anyway, we made use of the BBQ aspect and had some killer dogs and brats. But the best thing about the whole day was the MASSIVE waves that were pounding the shore. In all my years out here, I’ve never seen waves that big and terrifying. So, what did I do? I rallied the troops (including the brave and beautiful Frannie), and we all went out and battled the onslaught of crashing waves for over an hour. It was exhilarating, intimidating, exhausting, and also refreshing! I actually had the gall to try and catch some of the waves on my little boogie board, and man alive! i’ve NEVER had such a rush! There you are, ten feet above everyone on shore, looking down as steep a decline as those giant white slides at WaterWorld, and you dig your hands into the water and propel yourself over the edge of the wave, just as it comes curling over, and WHOOSH!, you ride down the steep face like lighting, the white crashing behind you…

It’s fantastic.

I recommend it to all of you. Come out to California. We’ll ride waves together.

Love,
Douglas Bailey

PS after that, we went to a movie (Transformers – wretched) and then went to eat at Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. The chicken tasted just like Grandma Shanor’s fried chicken, and the waffles are out of this world. And we also saw Floyd Mayweather Jr. with his crew walk into the joint.

PPS All in all, it was a good Labor Day.