I don’t really know Rod Dreher very well. Our friendship has been entirely via email, and for a while back, it seemed he was none too fond of my work. But I always found in him, even when I disagreed with him, a passionate honesty, especially about the big things in life (faith, life, death, justice). So I’m not surprised that Rod has been driven to a moment of political catharsis by the last few years. He has already been condescended to by Jonah Goldberg, a man for whom the mention of "conscience’ is greeted with a scoff. But Rod’s honest words about what has been done by Bush ring true to me. They do not deserve to be dismissed as some kind of reversion to a cliche-ridden hippiedom. They deserve to be seen as the honest attempt of a conservative to ask himself: what were those people, for all their extremes and failures, actually trying to say? Is there any merit to it? Have we re-learned a lesson some of them artlessly may have tried to convey forty years ago?
Here’s a section of Rod’s NPR cri de coeur that Glenn Greenwald has also noticed:
As President Bush marched the country to war with Iraq, even some voices on the Right warned that this was a fool’s errand. I dismissed them angrily. I thought them unpatriotic.
But almost four years later, I see that I was the fool. In Iraq, this Republican President for whom I voted twice has shamed our country with weakness and incompetence, and the consequences of his failure will be far, far worse than anything Carter did.
The fraud, the mendacity, the utter haplessness of our government’s conduct of the Iraq war have been shattering to me. It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. Not under a Republican President.
I turn 40 next month – middle aged at last – a time of discovering limits, finitude. I expected that. But what I did not expect was to see the limits of finitude of American power revealed so painfully. I did not expect Vietnam. As I sat in my office last night watching President Bush deliver his big speech, I seethed over the waste, the folly, the stupidity of this war.
I had a heretical thought for a conservative – that I have got to teach my kids that they must never, ever take Presidents and Generals at their word – that their government will send them to kill and die for noble-sounding rot – that they have to question authority.
On the walk to the parking garage, it hit me. Hadn’t the hippies tried to tell my generation that? Why had we scorned them so blithely?
Will my children, too small now to understand Iraq, take me seriously when I tell them one day what powerful men, whom their father once believed in, did to this country? Heavy thoughts for someone who is still a conservative despite it all. It was a long drive home.
I had dinner recently with a former Bush official. I was taken aback by the horror now felt even by those who once worked for Bush at the consequence of his recklessness. For my part, this experience has shaken me too to my roots, which is why I felt the need just to clarify for myself why I was once so proud to be a conservative, and why I am now so deeply conflicted to be called one.



