Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Zero Dark Screen

I read several articles and entertained several discussions before seeing Zero Dark Thirty.  The topics ping-ponged between the movie's depiction of torture, and the depiction of the female lead, to reflect on women in intelligence in general.  For this, I was prepared.

I was not prepared for the first couple minutes of the film, arguably the most powerful in the entire epic.  For all the controversy, no one discussed the very first "scene."  As the film  begins, the audience is met with a dark screen.  Instead of visuals, we are immersed in audio recordings of 9-1-1 calls from people in the World Trade Center Towers during the 9/11 attack.  I remember thinking how powerful it was to sit in a crowded theater full of people who survived, listening to others who didn't.

My friends all reacted differently to this introduction.  One of my friends objected outright to the use of such sensitive calls in such a public, dramatized fashion.  Part of me agreed with her, but part of me felt that the opening scene was necessary to tie the story together.  To ignite that fire within us that set us on the path to Bin Laden in the first place.

Just this morning I was accused of assessing U.S. national security endeavors in a vacuum, devoid of the ever-important long term context.  Maybe this is true.  How often we forget that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.  American history is full of tales of detrimental foreign intervention that caused current suffering, or worse formed the enemies we face today.  Yet one of the most rewarding scenes in the film depicts American helicopters sneaking through the Pakistani skies ready to right the ultimate wrong, and halt progress on any future plans by the terrorist mastermind.

Which brings to light the challenge of counterterrorism.  It is simultaneously preemptive and reactionary.  Take Mali for example.  Should American powers intervene in order to quell a known terrorist presence?  Or should we opt out of intervention this time lest we make everything worse... again?   The torture debate also raises issues of short term gains versus long term setbacks.

The Israelis compare their counterterrorism efforts to attacking a production line, aiming for the beginning of the chain so as to halt the activities of the powerful and any workers standing downstream.  Ideally, it would be necessary to destroy the factory altogether.  True, Americans have been successful in eliminating key players.  But the game is still being played, in Mali, in Pakistan, and elsewhere.  In terms of the way forward, we have to do both.  We have to react to existing threats and we have to preempt new ones.  This will require action, reaction, and in some cases inaction.

The point is, principled, effective counterterrorist strategies that work in the short term and long term are possible.  We cannot lose sight of one or the other.  We cannot sacrifice safety in the short term to allow terrorist trends to disappear in the long term.  Likewise, we cannot sacrifice long term stability on the alter of vengence.

Unfortunately the fight against terrorism has to continue on multiple tracks and on multiple fronts so that we never again have to watch dark screens.


Tuesday, December 11, 2012

A lesson from Midtown

My rosy view of the future of Egypt is becoming ever more smudged with the soot of evidence to the contrary.  What I was hoping was a revolution in the making, has more in common with a Saturday night I once spent in New York.  There in the middle of a Manhattan bar, was a mechanical bull.  Everyone took their turn, thinking this time things would be different, there would be a fleeting moment of glory, but ultimately everyone was ousted.  To compare Egyptian politics to the frivolities of a Manhattan weekend would be crude and incomplete.  Still, I can't help but be saddened by the cyclical nature of what is happening in the streets of Cairo.  Just a couple of years ago, Mubarak and his thugs were attempting to do what Morsi and his men are attempting now.  Consolidate and maintain power no matter the cost.

This just happened.  Is it really happening again?

Maybe they were all too busy getting drinks at the metaphorical bar to learn their lessons.  Maybe they're only interested at having a shot at being on top.  Whatever the motivation behind Egypt's current decision makers, I hope they wise up before they repeat all the mistakes of the last guy who got thrown off the bull.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

There Are No Palm Trees Here

It's been an odd morning, or maybe a better word for it would be disconcerting.  I woke up to news about a bus bombing in Tel Aviv, just another plot point in this awful week of violent conflict between Israel and Gaza.  That no one was killed and that supposedly a second bomb failed to explode is a nod to the divine at this point.  But let's not pretend any of this has heavenly sanction.

This morning I eventually pulled myself away from my computer (kudos to the Times of Israel blog for decent reporting) to get ready for my meetings.  With Tel Aviv on my mind, I stepped out into the Arlington air.  Cold, crisp, and a stark reminder that there are no palm trees here.  Which is to say I feel far away.  Starbucks has officially converted to their red holiday cups.  Friends on facebook still post about the demise of Hostess and their beloved Twinkies.  (If you loved them so much, the company probably wouldn't be bankrupt....)  And everyone seems ready for yet another Thanksgiving.

Yet, the holiday spirit escapes me.  Since I arrived to my first meeting early, I had the cursed opportunity to check Facebook.  Earlier I had posted a link to an article about the bus bombing.  I included a caption that summed up my feelings on the subject, "this makes me mad."  In response, I found a comment from someone I know from school.  He asked if the 139 civilian deaths in Gaza did not also make me mad, reminding me that many of the casualties were children.  I didn't respond because impassioned political debates on Facebook do more to annoy than to convince.  But if I did venture a retort, it would be that it all makes me mad.

I'm now being told by my friends in Israel that no one there wants a ceasefire.  Well I guess I'm out of the loop then.  Guess I'm stuck in my Arlington holiday bubble.  Because I do.  I want a ceasefire.

I wish I could be in the negotiating room, making a difference.  Humility aside, I think I would be good at it.  But I'm not there yet.  Instead, I'll get back to editing my resume and peddaling my wares.  But while everyone else talks of parades and sweet potatoes, I'll be here, wondering where all the palm trees are.




Tuesday, November 20, 2012

The Day After Tomorrow

Hey everyone,

Here's my latest.  This one is for the National Security Network's blog, Democracy Arsenal.

Enjoy!

http://www.democracyarsenal.org/2012/11/the-day-after-tomorrow.html

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Yesterday's Tomorrow

Hello readers!  The site for the Women in International Security Israel blog has changed.  It can now be found at blog.wiisisrael.com.

Check out my latest post at: http://blog.wiisisrael.com/2012/11/yesterdays-tomorrow/