Stephen M. Walt
Giving thanks, but for how long?
It’s Thanksgiving once again, and it’s become something of a ritual for me to record what I’m feeling grateful for each year. For starters, I want to thank the various people who responded to my request for advice on "policy analysis" yesterday, both via the "comments" section and to me directly. I got some very ...
It’s Thanksgiving once again, and it’s become something of a ritual for me to record what I’m feeling grateful for each year. For starters, I want to thank the various people who responded to my request for advice on "policy analysis" yesterday, both via the "comments" section and to me directly. I got some very good suggestions, and I appreciate the help. Whether my students will be similarly appreciative remains to be seen.
This year, I’m thankful that the euro hasn’t collapsed – yet — and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it won’t. It’s true that the unraveling of the eurozone would be a striking vindication of a broadly realist view of international relations, but it would also produce tremendous human suffering and that’s way too big a price to pay to vindicate a theory. So I hope Europe’s leaders manage to defy my usual pessimism and navigate through the crisis. If they do, I’ll be even more thankful next year.
I’m also grateful that there’s been no war with Iran. Whatever the Obama administration’s other shortcomings might have been, those at the top seem to have understood the folly and futility of unleashing major military action against Iran. I won’t give them high marks for imaginative diplomacy, but at least they haven’t done great harm.
I’m also giving thanks that the United States is getting out of Iraq, and I wish I could believe that we will draw the right long-term lessons from the debacle. On that score, it is not a good sign that many of the architects of that war are still taken seriously as foreign policy "experts," and some are even advising GOP candidates. Doesn’t say much for our national learning curve, does it? But even if historical amnesia sets in quickly, I’m pleased that we are finally leaving Iraq to its own leaders. Now if we can just draw a similar conclusion about that other exercise in imperial futility … Afghanistan.
Like nearly everyone, I’m troubled by the continued turmoil in Egypt and by the Assad regime’s brutal behavior in Syria. But I’m thankful that the situation in Libya has thus far defied my worst fears and made at least some modest progress toward the establishment of a more legitimate political order. The capture of former heir-apparent (and accused war criminal) Saif al-Islam Qaddafi and former security head Abudullah al-Senussi pretty much eliminates any possibility of a "loyalist" insurgency, which is a good sign too. The country still has a long way to go, but I will be keeping my fingers crossed.
On a purely personal note, I’m thankful for the courageous policy analysts, writers and bloggers who make it easier for me to do this blog. I’m talking about people who seek puncture conventional wisdom, challenge orthodoxies, and rock the boat on occasion. I value them because they are an antidote to the flood of cautious semi-official narratives that dominate most of the writing on foreign policy, and so they help me think outside the box. So heartfelt thanks to Carl Conetta, Phil Weiss, Juan Cole, Gordon Adams, Martin Wolf, Jerry Haber, Uri Avnery, Jim Lobe, Helena Cobban, Glenn Greenwald, M. J. Rosenberg, John Mueller, Andrew Sullivan, Spencer Ackerman, Jerry Slater, Gideon Rachman, and many others too numerous to list or even remember. I don’t know a lot of the people just mentioned, and I don’t always agree with any of them. Heck, I don’t always agree with this guy either. But I’m glad they are doing what they do.
Of course, I cannot omit my annual word of thanks to the whole gang at FP, including the reporters, writers, and bloggers with whom I’ve occasionally tussled. The editors remain a delight with whom to work, and it’s been a pleasure to be part of their team. And because all bloggers ultimately depend on readers, I’m especially grateful for those of you who take the time to read this stuff.
With each passing year, I’ve become more aware and more appreciative of my own good fortune. It’s been a pretty soft gig to be born a white American male in the mid-1950s, in a country enjoying enormous geopolitical advantages and considerable prosperity. I like to think I’ve done ok with the advantages I was handed, and there’s no doubt that the deck was stacked in my favor from the start. And that goes for a lot of my colleagues and contemporaries too.
More broadly, if you compare the era in which most of us have lived to the previous fifty years (1900-1950), there’s little question that we’ve enjoyed a period of comparative benevolence. The first half of the 20th century witnessed two enormously destructive world wars, the worst economic depression in history, and several brutal genocides. The past sixty years has its own share of tragedies, to be sure, but the overall level of violence was much lower, economic growth was fairly steady (until recently), and many of us never had to endure the insecurities, travesties, and sacrifices that earlier generations experienced or that were still common in other parts of the world.
Most Americans ought to be especially grateful for their extraordinary good fortune, and Thanksgiving is an appropriate time for us to reflect upon it. And as I watch Europe teeter on the brink of financial collapse, observe the violent political contestation that is sweeping the Middle East, note the rapidly shifting balance of power in Asia, and contemplate the tragicomic follies of our so-called leaders in Washington, I do wonder how long it will last, and whether I will look back with regret at the tranquility we have lost.
But tomorrow, I will give thanks for the good that remains, and think about what can still be done to preserve and extend it.