Fool Me Thrice
It should be no surprise that the Clintons are playing the race card.

By Christopher Hitchens
Posted Monday, Jan. 28, 2008, at 11:59 AM ET 
slate.com

Bill Clinton campaigns for his wife in South Carolina
How can one equal Bill Clinton for thuggery and opportunism when it 
comes to the so-called "race card"? And where does one even start 
with the breathtaking nastiness of his own conduct, and that of his 
supporters, in the last week? Barack Obama carries South Carolina 
having made no sectarian appeal to any specific kind of voter, and 
the best Clinton can say is that this is no better than Jesse Jackson 
managed to do. Really? Did Jackson come south having already got 
himself elected the senator from Illinois? And, come to think of it, 
was Jackson so much to be despised and sneered at when he was needed 
as Clinton's "confessor," along with Billy Graham, during the squalor 
of impeachment? 

This calculated willingness to shop on both sides of the street of 
racial politics was actually analyzed quite shrewdly by Dick Morris, 
the former consigliere of the gruesome twosome, in conversation with 
Sean Hannity last week. The Clintons, he thought, would be quite 
happy to lose big to the "black vote" in South Carolina. It would 
enable them to signal that they were the ones to stem the flow of the 
color tide. Morris' host protested that this seemed a touch cynical. 
Morris jovially assured him that he knew the people he was talking 
about.

As indeed he did. It was Hillary Clinton who insisted on recalling 
Morris to the embattled White House, notwithstanding his various 
disgraces and notwithstanding the fact that he had been the adviser 
and strategist for Jesse Helms of North Carolina. Why am I 
saying "notwithstanding"? It was because he had performed so well for 
Helms, including helping him with the famous "white hands" ad that 
showed a white man crumpling up a letter that told him of preference 
for "minorities" in hiring, that Morris was thought of by the then-
first lady as such a guru.

I never quite understand how the Clintons' initial exploitation of 
racism was overlooked the first time around and has been airbrushed 
from the record since. After falling behind in the New Hampshire 
primary in 1992, and after being caught lying about the affair with 
Gennifer Flowers to which he later confessed under oath, Clinton left 
the campaign trail and flew home to Arkansas to give the maximum 
publicity to his decision to sign a death warrant for Ricky Ray 
Rector. Rector was a black inmate on death row who had shot himself 
in the head after committing a double murder and, instead of dying as 
a result, had achieved the same effect as a lobotomy would have done. 
He never understood the charge against him or the sentence. After 
being served his last meal, he left the pecan pie on the side of the 
tray, as he told the guards who came to take him to the execution 
chamber, "for later." Several police and prison-officer witnesses 
expressed extreme queasiness at this execution of a gravely impaired 
man, and the prison chaplain, Dennis Pigman, later resigned from the 
prison service. The whole dismal and cruel and pathetic story was 
told by Marshall Frady in a long essay in The New Yorker in 1993 and 
is also recounted in a chapter titled "Chameleon in Black and White" 
by your humble servant in his book No One Left To Lie To. For now, I 
just ask you to imagine what would have been said if a Republican 
governor, falling in the polls, had gone out of his way to execute a 
mentally incompetent African-American prisoner. 

Or leaf back, if you will, to the New York Times of March 23, 1992, 
and the jolly headline, "Club Where Clinton Has Golfed Retains Ways 
of Old South." Yes indeedy, the Country Club of Little Rock had 500 
members, all of them white, and the aspirant candidate had himself 
photographed there more than once until Jerry Brown made an issue of 
it. It was then announced by Clinton's people that "the staff and 
facilities" at the club were "integrated"—a pretty way of stating 
that the toilets were cleaned by black Arkansans. Yet all this was 
forgiven by credulous liberals who were sure that they had discovered 
a New Democrat who was a Southerner to boot. 

Many of these same people do not like it now that they see similar 
two-faced tactics being employed against "one of their own." Well, 
tough. And many of the most prominent and eloquent black columnists—
Bob Herbert, Colbert King, Eugene Robinson—are also acting shocked. 
It's a bit late. I have to say that Bob Herbert shocked even me by 
quoting Andrew Young, who said that his pal Clinton was "every bit as 
black as Barack" because he'd screwed more black chicks. How is 
Hillary Clinton, or Chelsea Clinton, supposed to feel on hearing that 
little endorsement? One gets the impression, though, at least from 
the wife, that anything is OK as long as it works, or even has a 
chance of working. When Toni Morrison described Clinton as "black" on 
the basis of his promiscuity and dysfunction and uncertainty about 
his parentage, she did more than cater to the white racist impression 
of the African-American male. She tapped into the sort of self-hatred 
that is evidently more common than we might choose to think. Say what 
you will about Sen. Obama (and I say that he's got much more charisma 
than guts), he is miles above this sort of squalor and has decent 
manners. Say what you will about the Clintons, you cannot acquit them 
of having played the race card several times in both directions and 
of having done so in the most vulgar and unscrupulous fashion. Anyone 
who thinks that this equals "change" is a fool, and an easily fooled 
fool at that.


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