Udaipur, India, 12 pm
Author: Andrew Sullivan
When Southern Baptists Backed Abortion
It was as recently as the 1970s:
Both before and for several years after Roe, evangelicals were overwhelmingly indifferent to the subject, which they considered a “Catholic issue.” In 1968, for instance, a symposium sponsored by the Christian Medical Society and Christianity Today, the flagship magazine of evangelicalism, refused to characterize abortion as sinful, citing “individual health, family welfare, and social responsibility” as justifications for ending a pregnancy. In 1971, delegates to the Southern Baptist Convention in St. Louis, Missouri, passed a resolution encouraging “Southern Baptists to work for legislation that will allow the possibility of abortion under such conditions as rape, incest, clear evidence of severe fetal deformity, and carefully ascertained evidence of the likelihood of damage to the emotional, mental, and physical health of the mother.” The convention, hardly a redoubt of liberal values, reaffirmed that position in 1974, one year after Roe, and again in 1976.
When the Roe decision was handed down, W. A. Criswell, the Southern Baptist Convention’s former president and pastor of First Baptist Church in Dallas, Texas—also one of the most famous fundamentalists of the 20th century—was pleased: “I have always felt that it was only after a child was born and had a life separate from its mother that it became an individual person,” he said, “and it has always, therefore, seemed to me that what is best for the mother and for the future should be allowed.”
Eye-opening.
Ask Me Anything
It’s been way too long since I submitted myself to an Ask Anything taping – so before I head to the Cape, do your worst. Submit and vote on questions for me via the survey below (if you are reading on a mobile device, click here):
Hey, Wait A Minute, Mr Kramer, Ctd
A reader is incredulous:
This quote from Kramer surprises you? This is the Larry Kramer of the novel Faggots piping up. This is Fred Lemish, not Ned Weeks, the Kramer alter-ego who disdains everyone who enjoys his sexuality unshackled by the particular strain of Puritanical self-restraint (or self-denial) that Kramer/Lemish prefers. In this construct, condoms require foregoing a certain amount of pleasure; therefore they are courageous and virtuous. A pill doesn’t reduce the pleasure in sex; therefore it is a morally cheap and cowardly alternative. That Mr. Kramer is consistent in this since the 1970s doesn’t make it any less deluded and irresponsible.
No, it didn’t surprise me. Larry has been consistent in all this for ever – and wrong about it for ever. What still shocks me is that his moral agenda actually trumps preventing the spread of HIV. Another reader speculates:
I have nothing more to add to what you wrote, other than to say that the combination of safe sex, education, anti-virals and now Truvada may have finally put the disease on a path to oblivion, and as one result, Kramer may be losing the issue that defined who he was and is these past 30 or so years. Not to make a false equivalence, but it’s kind of like the neocons who can’t accept that the world has changed and there is no need for the US to be the world’s policeman anymore. Letting go of something one has fought for or against for a long time can be a loss.
I’d put it a little differently – and I explored this a little in my essay “When Plagues End” in Love Undetectable. Plague creates an entirely new persona – embattled, on guard, constantly afraid and always mobilized. And demobilization is never psychologically easy. Camus brilliantly saw this in La Peste. When I first read it, I didn’t really believe that the inhabitants of Oran would resist the good news when the nightmare lifted. But they did. And then I saw it in my own life – in the truly shocking wave of abuse I got when the essay first appeared in the New York Times Magazine and then, when my own viral load went to zero, in the deep depression that knocked me flat on my back. Humans are conservative. They get attached to what they know – even if it is brutalizing – and fearful of change.I think we’re seeing exactly the same psychological reaction to the amazing Truvada and anti-retroviral breakthrough. The reasons people are giving for opposing Truvada are so irrational and knee jerk they only make sense in the context of a deep aversion to change, even for the better.
Another reader asks:
Did you watch The Normal Heart, and if so, what did you think?
Yes, I did. So how to put this diplomatically?
I thought it was really helpful in showing people what it was like when the plague first hit, and in revealing the appalling, early indifference of the majority of Americans toward it. I thought Matt Bomer did about as good a job as possible in portraying the gruesome decline HIV visited upon so many. If that’s all the movie did, it was worth making.
But in general, I thought the production revealed the weakness of the original script – which works best in a theater as a kind of agit-prop set-piece designed for the 1985 moment. The best speech in the play, for example, is Bruce’s telling of the tale of the AIDS patient being treated literally like garbage in his final hours on earth – quarantined, untouched, brutalized and then sealed in a black plastic bag, ready for a garbage truck. The speech has real rhetorical power and forces you to imagine such cruelty and callousness – for the AIDS epidemic was not merely about pain and suffering, it was about adding stigma and discrimination to pain and suffering. But in the HBO movie, the literal depiction of the scene robbed it of almost all its force, although I wonder whether Taylor Kitsch’s mediocre talent could have pulled it off anyway. Or take one of the really powerful moments at the end of the play, when the names of the dead cascade over the stage in the hundreds of thousands. In the movie, it was about rolodex cards.
The play itself, of course, is a massive vanity project. Larry Kramer was Chad Griffin avant la lettre. Its politics are as crude as its cartoon characters. The added scenes were just excruciating. Ned Weeks in the White House screaming in the hallways? A Reagan official literally asking if the plague could affect someone who hired hookers? Embarrassing. Then there’s the underlying message – that nothing ever happened to beat back HIV, that the plague is as powerful as ever, that Reagan is still murdering people, and there’s no hope unless you follow Larry Kramer. The fact that AIDS deaths plummeted after 1996, and that we have a solid prevention tool and a powerful treatment regimen could not be mentioned, because it would detract from the pure drama of it all. And when you are engaged in pure drama, it’s hard to beat Larry Kramer’s talent for it.
Larry was dead right to write this play and a hugely important figure in helping gay men fight back at the hour of our deaths. None of that should ever be gainsaid. I honor him and feel great affection for him. But this movie? Meh.
The EU Encourages Corruption?
Reihan entertains the idea:
There is a longstanding view, rooted in the rise of the centralized fiscal state in early modern Europe and, more recently, in the rise to affluence and power of states like South Korea, that states often adopt growth-enhancing policies when they’ve run out of other options, e.g., when they face a formidable military threat and find themselves unable to extract aid, or enough aid, from allied states, thus forcing them to rely on internal resources. (Nicholas Eubank’s work on Somaliland offers a distillation of some of this literature.) Yet when states have an easily-accessible resource at their disposal, like point-source natural resources (oil and gas) or government-to-government transfers, they don’t necessarily have to adopt growth-enhancing policies, as political elites can take the easy root of just turning on the spigot and skimming off their cut.
Dalibor Rohac, a policy analyst at the Cato Institute, has thought deeply about this question, and when I asked him to write something for The Agenda on the subject, he kindly agreed to do so. If Dalibor is right, the European Union hasn’t just failed to prevent the deterioration of liberal-democratic norms in central and eastern Europe. It has exacerbated the problem. Dalibor calls this “the curse of European structural funds,” and I think he makes a rock-solid case.
The heart of Rohac’s argument:
The inflow of EU funds into countries with weak institutions does not mean just wasteful spending but also breeds corruption. The impact may be hard to quantify but is very visible. Before joining the EU, Eastern European countries had made significant progress in reducing cronyism and corruption – mainly because of the numerous reforms they had to adopt in order to qualify for EU membership in the first place. After the accession, not only did the progress come to a halt but some measures of corruption actually deteriorated.
Why Take Vacations? Ctd
A reader responds to the question:
Vacations are the best way to build a family. When out in a tent for a week with the kids, the whole family is doing nothing but family activities and building family memories. Same applies now that the kids are out of the house. A vacation with my wife is “us time”. Vacations together bind families together.
Another adds, “Because when I’m dead, my daughters aren’t going to say to each other, ‘I really wish that when Daddy was alive, he’d spent more time at work.'” Another:
I’m not sure “happiness” is the proper measure for why or why not, vacations should be taken. I don’t travel to increase my happiness.
I think you could make the argument that if one never took a vacation and never saw something new, one might be happier never having known the vast diversity of all things on this earth. It’s like that expression, the grass is always greener; if one never knew about the grass on the other side, then perhaps one would be content with their own grass on their own side. I travel because I want to visit that grass, to smell it and see it, and to compare it with my own. Had I never travelled to Europe as a teenage, backpacking for a couple months on my own, I would never know how disgusting soda is warm with no ice, or how fantastic fresh pasta tastes when its authentically prepared, as they do in Rome.
I take vacations in order to explore the world. To see the diversity of lifestyle, of cuisine, geography and language. Exploring the world doesn’t make me happier; it just makes me, me. And with each passing trip, be it a trip to Peru or a plop vacation to an island, I learn a little bit more about myself, a little bit more about what I like and what I don’t, and in doing this I feel more at peace with myself. Vacations are good in that way. They help define who we are when we return home.
Another puts it this way:
One of the best parts of vacation is making home seem new again.
Update from a reader:
In a truly wonderful letter, Kurt Vonnegut advised a group of students to “Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.”
I write to make my soul grow. It’s also why I travel.
When I move through the world with open eyes, I gain a few inches. I earn a little valuable perspective. The dullness of everyday life is swapped out with an intense curiosity that wipes clean my mind’s carefully constructed sensory adaptation. That to which I was once blind is temporarily laid bare in plain sight. Like a good night’s sleep restoring the well of willpower, travel rejuvenates my dwindling childlike wonder. Music, food, nature and people are furiously alive with rich detail and flavor.
When I travel, I am reminded of our fundamental goodness as I my see comfort zones, slide past them ungracefully and get by with the help of strangers and newfound friends. Because everything seems so different, the bonds between people get a fresh take and deep look as I see mothers caring for children, brothers jostling each other out of childhood, or friends soaking up the familiar rhythm of their rapport.
When it’s all over, travel remains with me. My self-imposed demands to be less blind and see more of what I call home. The new imperatives to be less passive and act more. The stories I relate to friends and family among the soft early mornings and the hazy late nights. The hopeful wanderlust and sense that adventure is just over the horizon.
Most of all, what remains from travel is the becoming and the growth of my soul. If nothing else, that’s why you’ll find me hunting the world for the unknown. To become. To grow my soul.
Essential Reading For Rightwingers
Nicole Hemmer looks back at three political paperbacks released in the spring of 1964 that sold an astonishing 16 million copies between them in just six months – a publishing phenomenon she calls the “leading edge of conservative media’s first presidential campaign”:
Appearing in rapid succession, the books startled observers with their dark and conspiratorial interpretation of American history. In None Dare Call It Treason, John Stormer spun a tale of internal subversion and weak-willed foreign policy that marked “America’s retreat from victory” in the Cold War. “Every communist country in the world literally has a ‘Made in the USA’ stamp on it,” he wrote. Phyllis Schlafly, author of A Choice Not an Echo, accused “a few secret kingmakers” in the Republican Party of conspiring to keep conservatives out of power. J. Evetts Haley’s A Texan Looks at Lyndon served up 200 pages of greased palms, stolen elections, and suspicious deaths to argue that President Johnson was better suited to the penitentiary than the presidency.
Haley’s claims rivaled the darkest and most bizarre Clinton conspiracies.
The author, a Texas cowman, called Johnson an “inordinately vain, egotistical, ambitious extrovert” and claimed Lady Bird Johnson mirrored “Lady Macbeth’s consuming ambition for the growth of her husband’s power.” Of the Kennedy assassination he wrote, “What a strange coincidence.”
These “hatchets with soft cover sheaths,” as the Chicago Tribune characterized them, owed their success to the conservative movement’s innate populism and its institutional architecture. Conservatives, like most populists, harbored deep suspicions of institutions not under their control, particularly the media and the Republican Party. If the newsmen of the Washington Post and the grandees of the GOP were left to shape the campaign narrative, the right believed, Goldwater’s campaign would be over before it began. So conservatives used their own media to craft an alternative campaign unmediated by outside institutions.
China’s Panda Diplomacy
Dara Lind examines it:
When the Chinese government started the current wave of panda loans, [researcher Kathleen] Buckingham and her coauthors discovered a pattern: pandas were sent to trade partners shortly after major trade agreements were signed, as a way of expressing a desire to build a long-term trade relationship. …
The choice of which zoos get pandas within a country is important, too.
The pandas loaned to the United Kingdom, for example, don’t live in the London Zoo, which would be the logical place for them — they were sent to the Edinburgh Zoo, as an acknowledgment of $4 billion in trade deals for exporting Scottish salmon and Land Rovers to China.
But China also uses panda loans (as well as the trade deals themselves) to exert political pressure on countries. China turned to Scotland for its salmon imports, for example, as a replacement for longtime salmon supplier Norway. After the Nobel Peace Prize committee gave the award to Chinese dissident Liu Xiaobo, China took its salmon money somewhere else. Sometimes economics and politics intersect: the panda loan China and Denmark agreed to just last month could be seen as an expression of Chinese interest in Greenland’s natural resources, or as a reward for Denmark walking back its support of Tibetan independence five years ago.
(Photo: Picture taken on July 5, 2000 shows Bao Bao, the oldest captive male panda in the world, in his enclosure at the Berlin zoo. A gift from China to former German chancellor Helmut Schmidt, Bao Bao died at the age of 34 on August 22, 2012. By Stephanie Pilick/AFP/Getty Images)
Girl Power In Ukraine
Anna Nemtsova profiles the female militants taking part on both sides of the civil conflict:
Women build barricades, pour gas for Molotov cocktails, or throw bricks at policemen — sometimes with more passion and anger than the men. On the Maidan, some of them joined Unit 39, a largely female group within the demonstrators’ Self-Defense Forces, where their tasks included persuading members of Berkut, the paramilitary police, to defect. Last month, activist Irma Krat, one of the leaders of the Maidan’s female militia forces, was detained by rebels in Sloviansk. The interrogators have accused her of torturing anti-Maidan activists and killing a Berkut officer.
But the pro-Ukrainian contingent certainly doesn’t have a monopoly on women militants. Since late April, leaders of the separatist movement have been calling on both men and women to mobilize and prepare for a real war against Kiev. Last weekend, a pro-Russian website issued a video that showed four masked women warriors from Lugansk declaring “a war against the junta,” as pro-Russian forces refer to the interim government in Kiev. In the video, women dressed in camouflage with Kalashnikov rifles slung across their chests introduce themselves as female fighters in the Russian Orthodox Army: “We took up weapons because we’re fed up,” one of the women says.
It’s not just young women, either. Last week, Julia Ioffe took a look at the role grandmothers (baby, plural of baba) were playing in separatist movements in eastern Ukraine:
Baby were reportedly deployed in April outside Slovyansk, where the Ukrainian government’s troops, in a massive embarrassment to the provisional government in Kiev, surrendered their tracked and armored personnel carriers, as well as their assault rifles, to the rebels.
How did it happen?
The machinery rolls in, and a battalion of grannies surround it, hectoring and jeering at the young men in Ukrainian uniform, shaming them for coming to kill them. The Ukrainian soldiers were not going to shoot or plow through unarmed babushki, so they sat there and waited while the grannies hooted and hollered. But before the soldiers knew it, their men arrived, with guns, and the game was lost.
Just last week, Russian state media reported that, outside Slavyansk, Ukrainian troops were again turned back by the granny shock troops. When the Dniepropetrovsk unit had stopped outside town, it was surrounded by baby, cooing at the young soldiers. Then they fed them cakes packed with sedatives, and when the soldiers fell asleep the separatists came and captured their weaponry.
On The SimCouch
Megan Garber introduces readers to “Ellie,” a virtual therapist designed to “suss out symptoms of anxiety, depression, and – of particular interest to [project funders] DARPA – PTSD”:
[USC professor Louis-Philippe] Morency has been working with Ellie – part of the university’s SimSensei project – for several years now. In that, he has helped to build a program capable of reading and responding to human emotion in real time. And capable, more to the point, of offering those responses via a human-like animation.
To build that system, the SimSensei team took a three-step approach: first, they analyzed actual humans interacting, to observe the linguistic and behavioral nuances of those conversations. From there, they created a kind of intermediate step they nicknamed the “Wizard of Oz.” This was “a virtual human,” as Morency describes it, “with a human behind, pressing the buttons.” Once they had a framework for the rhythms of a face-to-face therapy session, they added facial-movement sensors and dialogue managers – creating a system, all in all, that can read and react to human emotion. And to all that they added animation modules, giving a body – well, a “body” – to their program. Ellie was born.

