[Peace-discuss] "Trampling out the Vineyard,
where the grapes of wrath are stored..."
C. G. Estabrook
galliher at illinois.edu
Tue Jul 7 00:43:22 CDT 2009
[Once on Martha's Vineyard the artist in question was pointed out to me as a
local celebrity. --CGE]
Posted on Monday, July 6, 2009
Commentary: Galloway on McNamara: Reading an obit with great pleasure
By Joseph L. Galloway | McClatchy Newspapers
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries
with great pleasure." —Clarence Darrow (1857–1938)
Well, the aptly named Robert Strange McNamara has finally shuffled off to join
LBJ and Dick Nixon in the 7th level of Hell.
McNamara was the original bean-counter — a man who knew the cost of everything
but the worth of nothing.
Back in 1990 I had a series of strange phone conversations with McMamara while
doing research for my book We Were Soldiers Once And Young. McNamara prefaced
every conversation with this: "I do not want to comment on the record for fear
that I might distort history in the process." Then he would proceed to talk for
an hour, doing precisely that with answers that were disingenuous in the extreme
— when they were not bald-faced lies.
Upon hanging up I would call Neil Sheehan and David Halberstam and run
McNamara's comments past them for deconstruction and the addition of the truth.
The only disagreement I ever had with Dave Halberstam was over the question of
which of us hated him the most. In retrospect, it was Halberstam.
When McNamara published his first book — filled with those distortions of
history — Halberstam, at his own expense, set out on a journey following
McNamara on his book tour around America as a one-man truth squad.
McNamara abandoned the tour.
The most bizarre incident involving McNamara occurred when he was president of
the World Bank and, off on his summer holiday, he caught the Martha's Vineyard
ferry. It was a night crossing in bad weather. McNamara was in the salon, drink
in hand, schmoozing with fellow passengers. On the deck outside a vineyard
local, a hippie artist, glanced through the window and did a double-take. The
artist was outraged to see McNamara, whom he viewed as a war criminal, so
enjoying himself.
He immediately opened the door and told McNamara there was a radiophone call for
him on the bridge. McNamara set down his drink and stepped outside. The artist
immediately grabbed him, wrestled him to the railing and pushed him over the
side. McNamara managed to get his fingers through the holes in the metal plate
that ran from the top of the railing to the scuppers.
McNamara was screaming bloody murder; the artist was prying his fingers loose
one at a time. Someone heard the racket and raced out and pulled the artist off.
By the time the ferry docked in the Vineyard McNamara had decided against filing
charges against the artist, and he was freed and walked away.
http://www.mcclatchydc.com/homepage/story/71328.html
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