By Mark Steyn
There is a great
deal of ruin in a nation, and even more of it in the nation's publishing
catalogue. Robert Kagan has noticed the resurgence of declinism; he doesn't
care for it; and The World
America Made is his response
to it. For the record, I am not a declinist: I'm way beyond that, and am more
of a collapsist, as may be adjudged from the title of my own contribution to
the genre, After America,
and even more from its subtitle, "Get Ready for Armageddon." As I'm
always at pains to point out, an author doesn't get into the apocalyptic
doom-mongering biz because he wants it to happen. As anyone who's tried
enforcing his copyright in China or the old Soviet Union or your average
nickel-'n'-dime Third World basket case well knows, in a world without Western civilization
the royalty checks are going to be a lot smaller. So you write the
head-for-the-hills stuff in hopes of preventing the need to.
Similarly, Kagan's entry into the field is designed to help ensure that it doesn't happen. He is an eminent thinker, consulted by Romney, quoted favorably by Obama, but don't hold either against him. I have a high regard for him, too. In the early years of the century, he came up with a line that, as geopolitical paradigmatic drollery goes, is better than Jon Stewart's writing staff could muster: "Americans are from Mars, Europeans are from Venus." Granted, even at the time, one was aware that many Americans were trending very Venusian, but the gag was worth it just for the way it infuriated all the right Continentals. Nothing so deftly distilled emerges from The World America Made, an extended essay that paints with a very broad brush. This time around, Kagan hangs his thesis on the film It's a Wonderful Life, although he's not quite confident enough in the conceit to call the book It's a Wonderful World. Instead, he offers section headings like "Meet George Bailey: What Is American about the American World Order?"
I'm not a big fan of
the movie, but it would be the work of moments to riff off its metaphoric
power. Like Jimmy Stewart, America is on the bridge about to jump, wondering
what the point of it all was. And then kindly angelic Robert Kagan shows up to
show us what the world would be like had Uncle Sam never lived: Why, there's
Europe (Gloria Grahame)! She never recovered from the Second World War, and then
she turned to drink, and got run over by the Soviet Union (Lionel Barrymore).
There's Africa (H. B. Warner)! He poisoned all the children, because there was
no Centers for Disease Control and no innovative American pharmaceutical
industry. In the final heartwarming scene, Uncle Sam gets talked off the
bridge, and goes home to face his creditors only to find that his
salt-of-the-earth Bedford Falls neighbors (the Sultan of Brunei, Prince
Alwaleed, Sinocom Savings & Loan, the Russian oligarch who owns the local
vodka bar) have had a whip-around and his subprime-housing project can go
ahead!
Instead, Kagan seems faintly embarrassed by his
framing device and prefers to stick to big-picture generalizations, as if nervous
his argument won't withstand close contact with specifics. What few there are
raise far more questions than Kagan assumes they answer. For example, on the
very first page: "In 1941 there were only a dozen democracies in the
world. Today there are over a hundred." Back in 1941, you couldn't have
had a hundred democratic nations, because there weren't a hundred nations. The
European empires were still intact. One continent, from Marrakesh to Mbabane,
was (excepting a pocket or two) entirely the sovereign property of another. And
that latter continent, in 1941, was itself colonized, the German army's sweep
west having temporarily extinguished some of the smallest but oldest
democracies, from Denmark to the Netherlands. All in all, it's an odd starting
date for the point Kagan is making — that the spread of democracy around the
planet is "not simply because people yearn for democracy but because the
most powerful nation in the world since 1950 has been a democracy."
Put aside those small European nations that,
post–Third Reich, recovered their liberty: Norway, Belgium. In 1941, half the
democracies were His Britannic Majesty's Dominions — Britain, Ireland, Canada,
Australia, New Zealand. After the war, they were joined by what remains the
world's largest democracy, India, and then Jamaica, Mauritius, Papua New
Guinea, Belize, etc. Democracies all, and all operating with a local variant of
the throne speech, speaker, mace, Hansard, and all the other features of
"the Westminster system." During the deliberations on the post-Saddam
Iraqi constitution, I received from a retired colonial civil servant in Wales
an e-mail with the enviable opening line, "Having helped write seven
constitutions . . ." Perhaps he was moved to do so "because the most
powerful nation in the world since 1950 has been a democracy," or perhaps
he was just continuing an imperial evolutionary process begun in January 1848
in Nova Scotia. Likewise, the French decolonized (or attempted to) in their own
image.
Which raises a more interesting question: Why hasn't
America tried to export its own distinctive constitutional ideas? If England is
the mother of parliaments, America's a wealthy spinster with no urge to start
dating.
In all those new nations supposedly inspired by
American democracy, you'll search in vain for, say, a First Amendment, or a
Second. Even when the U.S. has expended a decade's worth of blood and treasure
in "nation-building," the nation it's built is not in its own image
but a sharia state complete with child marriage, legalized rape, and death for
apostasy.
Which raises another question: What does Kagan mean by
"democracy"? An election twice a decade good enough to pass muster
with Jimmy Carter and the U.N. observers? Or genuine liberty? Kagan never
defines terms, which is perhaps just as well. The Arab Spring may be the bleak
dawn of the post-Western Middle East, and the Coptic Christians are fleeing in
terror, and the al-Qaeda flag's flying in Benghazi, and the new guys all seem
to have Iran on speed dial, and the only viable alternative to the Muslim
Brotherhood is the Even More Muslim Brotherhood, and they're tossing the
offspring of U.S. cabinet secretaries into holding cells, but for Kagan it's
all nevertheless "an essential attribute of the American world
order," and therefore even the booming burqa sales and state-of-the-art
clitoridectomy clinic are in their fashion a tribute to American influence. If
some mad scientist crossed Dr. Pangloss with George M. Cohan, he'd sound a lot
like Robert Kagan: Once one accepts this is the most American of all possible
American worlds, all is as American as it can possibly be.
At such moments, the author, the consummate American
interventionist, sounds in need of an intervention himself. He is confident his
compatriots retain "a degree of satisfaction in their special role"
as global-order maker. Where's the evidence? Well, "during the
seventh-inning stretch in every game at Yankee Stadium, the fans rise and offer
'a moment of silent prayer for the men and women who are stationed around the
globe' defending freedom and 'our way of life.' A tribute to those serving,
yes, but with an unmistakable glint of pride in the nation's role 'around the
globe.'"
Really? I'd say he's mistaking that glint pretty
comprehensively. Those moments of prayer, and the "We support our
troops" yellow-ribbon stickers, and the priority boarding for military
personnel on U.S. airlines, and the other genuflections are there to help a
disillusioned citizenry distinguish between the valor of the soldiery and the
thanklessness of their mission; it's a way of salvaging something decent and
honorable from the grim two-thirds-of-a-century roll call of America's unwon
wars.
Why can't the United States win? The question never
seems to occur to Kagan — to the point where, toward the end, he argues that,
if America is set for British-style imperial sunset, it is today nevertheless
"not remotely like" the old lion at the dawn of the 20th century but
"more like Britain circa 1870, when the empire was at the height of its
power." I had a strong urge at this point to toss the book out of the
window and back my truck over it. In 1870, Britain's military victories were
honored in the imperial metropolis by Trafalgar Square and Waterloo Station;
there's a suburb of Melbourne where everything's named after Crimea — Crimea
Street, Balaclava Road, Inkerman Road, Sebastopol Street — and you can even
find a Kandahar, Saskatchewan, memorializing a long-forgotten Victorian victory
on that thankless sod. Today, in an America "at the height of its power,"
there is no Korea Square, Saigon Station, Jalalabad Road, or Fallujah, Idaho.
Yankee fans "support our troops" because they no longer know what the
mission is, or ever was.
Kagan would counter that America won what he calls
"the war that never happened," the one with the Soviet Union, but,
given the way the others turned out, it is perhaps just as well it never
happened. A great scholar of the American way of war, he's fascinated with
every aspect except victory. "The United States remains unmatched. It is
far and away the most powerful nation the world has ever known. . . . The
superior expenditures underestimate America's actual superiority in military
capability. American land and air forces are equipped with the most advanced
weaponry, are the most experienced in actual combat, and would defeat any
competitor in a head-to-head battle."
But put 'em up against illiterate goatherds with
string and fertilizer, and you'll be tied down for a decade.
What's wrong with this picture? And what's wrong with this
analyst that he can't see anything wrong with it? Kagan is a serious historian,
but, aside from pondering Europe's revolutions of 1848 vis-a-vis the era of
American democratization, a consideration of American versus British dominance
is the only serious attempt at historical perspective. Yet, if you step back
and take the long view, you wouldn't bother weighing those differences at all.
In the sweep of history, scholars will see (as the Chinese and French already
do) the last two centuries as a period of continuous Anglophone
military-economic-cultural dominance, first by the original English world
power, and then by its greatest if prodigal son. The transition from the Royal
Navy's Pax Britannica to today's Pax Americana was accomplished so smoothly it
was barely noticed. The United States inherited the global networks of its
predecessor: American sailors were stationed in Bermuda, and RCAF officers at
NORAD in Cheyenne Mountain; Washington joined Australia and New Zealand in the
ANZUS alliance, and built a new base on the British island of Diego Garcia. For
Britannia's lion cubs, from Ottawa to Canberra, getting a hearing in Washington
became more important than getting one in London.
As for the mother country, Britain accepted its
diminished status with as much grace as it could muster. As with an old,
failing firm, its directors had identified the friendliest bidder and arranged,
as best they could, for a succession in global leadership that was least
disruptive to their interests and would ensure the continuity of their brand:
the English language, English law, English trade, English liberties. It was
such an artful transfer it's barely noticed and little discussed. Indeed, even
Kagan mentions it only en passant: "Just as the British could safely cede
power to a rising United States," he writes, "so Americans could have
an easier time ceding some power and influence across the Pacific to a rising
democratic China." I marvel that anyone could type that sentence without
realizing the absurdity of the comparison.
And, that aside, it's not in the offing, is it? For 30
years, the foreign-policy "realists" have assured us that economic
liberalization would force political liberalization. Instead, we've helped
China come up with the only economically viable form of Communism. So, sometime
this decade or next, the dominant economic power will be a totalitarian state
with no genuine market, no property rights, no free speech, an abortion policy
that's left it with the most male-heavy population cohort in history, and, a
little ways inland from the glittering coastal megalopolises, 40 million people
who live in caves. This is not your father's transfer of global dominance.
"Great powers rarely decline suddenly," says
Kagan. Well, it depends how you define "suddenly." By the time
Odoacer took Rome in 476, the city's population had fallen by 75 percent in
barely half a century — or the equivalent of the Beatles to now. As Paul
McCartney might put it, yesterday came suddenly: Within a few years, a
prototype "globalization" of European commerce had reverted to a
subsistence economy of local agriculture. Likewise, by 1788, Louis XVI's
government in France was spending a mere 60 percent of revenues on debt
service; by 1789, it wasn't his problem anymore.
This is where Kagan's complacency serves him ill.
America currently spends around $600 billion a year on its military, more than
every other major and medium power put together. In five years or so, we'll be
spending more than that just on debt service — that's to say, our interest
payments on the federal debt will be greater than the combined military
spending of China, Britain, France, Russia, Japan, Germany, Saudi Arabia,
India, Italy, South Korea, Brazil, Canada, Australia, Spain, Turkey, and
Israel. The People's Liberation Army of China will be entirely funded by our
interest payments. Nevertheless, says Kagan, "the cost of remaining the
world's predominant power is not prohibitive." He's right in the narrow
sense that it's small potatoes next to Medicare. But he's wrong in his
understanding of the underlying political realities.
Kagan is a geopolitical guy. Economics seems to bore
him: The T-word — "trillion" — makes just one perfunctory appearance
before the end, although it's profoundly relevant to America's fate. As Paul
Ryan put it at the House Budget Committee recently, the entire U.S. economy
"shuts down" in 2027 on this path. Might that not have some impact on
our "superior expenditures" on "advanced weaponry"? What
about human capital? For Kagan, "America" and "Europe" are
entities that seem to exist independent of any actual Americans and Europeans
and their respective dispositions. Much of "the world America made"
is in steep demographic decline — or transformation. For three of the five
permanent members of the Security Council, an accommodation with Islam will be
not just a prudent foreign policy but necessary for domestic tranquility, too;
the fourth member — China — already has a very friendly working partnership
with the Organization of Islamic Cooperation at the U.N. and elsewhere.
What of Americans? Any post-war British general can
tell you that, when it comes to a choice between the nanny state and the
military, it's the latter that takes the hit, no matter how footling the
savings. In an ever broker America, it will always be easier to cut defense —
for the Left, as a matter of principle; and, for ever larger numbers of the
Right, because, for whatever reason, a lavishly funded military's
"unmatched capability" seems utterly incapable up against those it actually
gets matched with. Indeed, for Ron Paul Republicans, the more relevant thesis
would be "The America the World Made": A prosperous Europe
(subsequently joined by China, Singapore, Korea, India, Brazil, you name it)
suckered U.S. taxpayers into picking up the tab for global security and signing
on to an economic order that turned America into a cheap service economy. I'm
no Ronulan, but nor am I deluded enough to sit in the Yankees stands and think
"Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack / I don't care if I never get
back" embodies the locals' quiet "satisfaction" in an open-ended
Afghan deployment.
America is an anomaly: the non-colonial superpower.
So, having inherited Britain's imperial networks, it had no interest in getting
into the business of imperial administration. No American lawyer or police
commissioner wants to be chief justice in Kabul or police chief in Tikrit.
Instead, Washington opted for the role of global-order maker, setting up
international institutions that downplayed its own status and artificially
inflated everybody else's. If you encourage the pretense that the Sudanese and
Swiss ambassadors are no different, don't be surprised if the former takes it
to heart. Today, many of the U.S.-created global luncheon clubs are ever more
institutionally at odds with American interests. This too is "the world
America made," a world where the wealthiest nations in history are
defense-welfare queens, and many of the rest are affirmative-action
grievance-mongers with nuclear ambitions.
We speak of "credit bubbles" and
"housing bubbles," but the real bubble is America's 1950 moment: a
very precise set of post-war conditions that put the U.S. in a different league
from other nation-states. Europe rebuilt, Asia got the hang of capitalism, and
still America thought 1950 was forever. It's not. It's already fading. The
nearest thing to an insight in Kagan's book comes toward the end when he states
what ought to be obvious — that "a liberal world order will only be
supported by liberal nations."
America is ceding economic domnance to China; the
transnational talking shops are hollowed out by the Organization of Islamic
Cooperation; in Central and Eastern Europe, a resurgent Russia is selling
itself as an effective bad cop to Washington's ineffectual good cop. All these
forces are highly illiberal — which suggests that Kagan knows the answer to how
things are going to go for the "liberal world order."
The Left doesn't believe in American exceptionalism,
but assumes that the highly exceptional prosperity of "the world America
made" is as permanent a feature as the earth and sky. The Right certainly
does believe in American exceptionalism, to the point that its own myth-making
blinds it to the lessons of history. The cause of those of us who value
American order in the world is done no favors by a book as complacent as this.
Yes, it was a wonderful life.
But what's next?
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