New York Times Magazine (Opinion)
By Mark Leibovich
July 27, 2015
The
melee began, as they often do in politics, with simple umbrage. ‘‘This
performance with our friend out in Phoenix is very hurtful to me,’’
Senator John McCain told
Ryan Lizza of The New Yorker. He was referring to a massive rally that
Donald Trump held a few days earlier in July to protest illegal
immigration. McCain then followed with the kill shot. ‘‘What he did,’’
he said of Trump, ‘‘was he fired up the crazies.’’
In the annals of political deprecation, McCain’s charge of rallying the
‘‘crazies’’ was not terribly inspired. It was a far cry from, say,
Teddy Roosevelt’s remark that William McKinley ‘‘has the backbone of a
chocolate éclair’’ or Winston Churchill’s description
of Clement Attlee, the British prime minister, as ‘‘a sheep in sheep’s
clothing.’’ This was not even a Top 5 effort by McCain, who will
sometimes refer to reporters as ‘‘Trotskyites’’ (often with affection)
and last year dismissed protesters who interrupted
a Senate hearing as ‘‘lowlife scum’’ (without affection). McCain is not
so much a put-down artist as he is gifted at caricaturing entire
sectors and viewpoints by way of dismissing them — in this case the
border hawks who turned out for Trump.
But
let’s pause on ‘‘crazies.’’ The word goes to the crux of how divisions
are playing out in this peculiar campaign cycle among Republicans and,
to some degree, among
Democrats too. It is a slur that invites philosophical questions:
Exactly who is crazy and who is not in today’s political environment?
Are ‘‘crazies’’ an ascendant class in opposition to the same-old
political traditions and tropes: Clintons, Bushes and McCains?
Can ‘‘crazies’’ be worn as a badge of honor?
Of
course, McCain never intended ‘‘crazies’’ as a compliment. ‘‘We have a
very extreme element within our Republican Party,’’ he said in the same
New Yorker interview.
To McCain, ‘‘extreme’’ equals ‘‘crazy.’’ Their position falls well
beyond the American mainstream in addition to emanating from unhinged
minds. The word was a variant of the more colorful ‘‘wacko birds’’ that
McCain deployed in 2013 to describe the Republican
senators Ted Cruz and Rand Paul after they began a filibuster over the
nomination of the incoming C.I.A. director, John Brennan. Taking vocal
and often contrarian positions (or, if you prefer, grandstanding) can be
a publicity magnet for any attention-hungry
pol, no matter where he or she resides on the spectrum, political or
otherwise. ‘‘It’s always the wacko birds on right and left that get the
media megaphone,’’ McCain observed. This is true, although it’s also
true of someone that tosses around quotable terms
like ‘‘wacko birds.’’
In
saner times — we had those once, I think — ‘‘crazies’’ could be more
easily dismissed as irresponsible, sinister and maybe dangerous actors.
The fringe elements have
also been known variously as ‘‘hard-liners,’’ ‘‘wing nuts,’’
‘‘wackadoodles,’’ ‘‘zealots,’’ ‘‘ideologues,’’ ‘‘die-hards,’’
‘‘radicals’’ and ‘‘true believers.’’ ‘‘He is out there, out of the
mainstream,’’ George Bush said of his Democratic opponent, Michael
Dukakis, during his 1988 presidential campaign. Along this line of
rhetoric, deviating too far from the political middle can be likened to
insanity.
There
are many ways to cast an opponent as being mentally unwell (or as an
‘‘invalid,’’ as Ronald Reagan once called Dukakis). You could suggest a
certain ‘‘crazy’’ is
driven by narcissistic rage and a willingness to do harm to a person’s
putative allies. When House Republicans were debating whether to let the
government shut down in 2013 over their opposition to Obamacare,
Representative Devin Nunes of California ridiculed
more adamant elements of his caucus as ‘‘lemmings with suicide vests.’’
Nunes elaborated that ‘‘jumping to your death is not enough.’’ It’s not
enough, either, to write off your opponents as suicidal. They don’t
die, and they tend not to go away easily.
A
common weapon for bludgeoning a ‘‘crazy’’ is to insinuate paranoia by
consigning them to ‘‘the black-helicopter crowd.’’ The term implies a
taste for conspiracy theories,
especially those tied to powerful institutions (i.e., the U.S.
government) against targeted civilians (i.e., them). The image of black
helicopters gained currency among antigovernment and militia enthusiasts
in the mid-1990s. The Republican congresswoman Helen
Chenoweth said in 1995 that federal agents had been seen landing black
helicopters in her rural Idaho district.
Black
helicopters have become a proxy for dismissing as delusional anyone,
usually on the right, who is hostile to any kind of government action.
In 2013, Vice President
Joseph R. Biden Jr. said that a suggestion that guns need to be
registered ‘‘raises all the black-helicopter-crowd notion that what this
is all about is identifying who has a gun so that one day the
government can get up and go to the house and arrest everyone
who has a gun.’’ For good measure, Biden tacked on that ‘‘they’ll cite
Nazi Germany and all that.’’ And all that.
Where
to begin with the ‘‘all thats’’? My favorite corner of the
black-helicopter universe is the so-called ‘‘tin-foil-hat crowd,’’ a
term that plays on historical paranoia
about electromagnetic radiation and the dubious belief that metal
headwear might offer some protection. Sometimes, there is an occasion in
American politics to use the phrase almost literally: In May, after the
former Arkansas governor Mike Huckabee warned
of ‘‘threats from an electromagnetic pulse from an exploded device that
could fry the entire electrical grid and take the country back to the
Stone Age,’’ you could hardly blame Salon for hailing him in a headline
as ‘‘A President for the Tinfoil Hat Crowd.’’
(As a point of style, getting the term ‘‘crowd’’ into a put-down always
lends an extra beat of dismissiveness.)
But
the word is usually far more metaphorical and can be applied to each
side. After a debate in 2012, liberal bloggers were accusing Mitt Romney
of gaining an unfair
advantage over Barack Obama by sneaking a cheat sheet onto his lectern.
Romney supporters accused the other side of planting the story, and the
Obama campaign wanted no part of this conspiracy. ‘‘We’ve never casted
our lot with the tinfoil-hat crowd,’’ Ben
Labolt, a spokesman for Obama, said.
Each
party has always had passionate elements whom its leaders and
candidates have decried as loony tunes. But as times change, so do
notions of mainstream and loony tunes.
Establishment candidates can wind up absorbing people into their
coalitions that they might privately consider to be ‘‘crazies’’ or
adapting their views to suit their campaigns. Hillary Rodham Clinton has
run a far more liberal campaign to this point than
she did in 2008, in part to tap into (or placate) an energized
progressive base that helped sink her candidacy seven years ago. Could
an actual socialist, Bernie Sanders, be a threat to her? How crazy would
that be?
You
could argue that these are crazy times and there are thus worse things
to be called than a ‘‘crazy.’’ The affiliation suggests an admirable
passion and less risk-aversion,
a willingness to disrupt. In fact, many of the same Republicans that
make up McCain’s ‘‘very extreme element’’ were part of the same movement
— known as the Tea Party — that helped the G.O.P. win a congressional
majority in 2010. They also might throw a primary
scare into McCain when he seeks re-election in Arizona next year.
Trump
is embracing it all. There is a thrilling quality to watching him. We
tune in for the same reasons that pro-wrestling fans always watched
Piper’s Pit. What will
happen today? What will Rowdy Roddy say next? Crazy can make great box
office. And as Trump is proving, there are clear benefits to being
aligned with the crazies, especially in a Republican field so crowded
that it can be difficult to get separation.
While
party leaders have criticized Trump for his ‘‘tone,’’ he flouts this
very criticism as emblematic of a political status quo. Not only is he
correct about that, it’s
arguable that the political status quo is itself a big bag of calcified
crazy. The same ‘‘tone’’ — cautious and hyperdeferential — has
dominated politics for a long time and yet our politics haven’t
improved. Politicians are so fond of invoking that clichéd
definition of insanity that has been variously attributed to Albert
Einstein, Benjamin Franklin and Mark Twain: ‘‘doing the same thing over
and over again and expecting different results.’’ And yet those same
politicians keep coming back year after year, repeating
the same old talking points and following the same unspoken rules.
Lindsey
Graham recently referred to Trump as a ‘‘wrecking ball,’’ a term he
borrowed, if not from Miley Cyrus, then from his friend McCain, who once
derided John Kerry
with the same metaphor in criticizing Kerry’s diplomatic forays as
secretary of state. McCain was once viewed as a kind of wrecking ball,
too, back in 2000, when he first ran for president and was driving his
party establishment nuts. He nearly knocked off
the overwhelming front-runner, George W. Bush. He spearheaded a bill,
McCain-Feingold, in 2002, that overhauled the nation’s campaign-finance
system (at least until the Supreme Court took a wrecking ball to that).
His tone was blunt, he appeared to be making
it up as he went along and he took contrarian positions. He was derided
as dangerous and disruptive, even crazy, though he preferred a
different term: ‘‘maverick.’’
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