I’m not a big fan of conspiracy-mongering, save for one: JFK’s assassination. On this I defer to a physicist for whom I worked. No friend of the Kennedy’s, he nevertheless judged it impossible that the fatal shot came from the rear, as in the Texas Book Depository. Rather, it had to have come from the front. However, I beg your indulgence as I pull something out of thin air, with absolutely no facts to warrant my speculation.
It begins with Eisenhower’s warning about the “military-industrial complex,” perhaps overlain with Randolph Bourne’s pronouncement: “War is the health of the state.” I’ll add in a generous dose of petrodollars and, voilà, we have the makings of a conspiracy—or maybe just a constellation of interests.
The last century and a half has been the Age of Oil. Its discovery, extraction, and production have literally fueled the modern industrial economy, the one that demands we all buy things and eat like pigs, if that’s not an affront to the Suidae family.
The United States emerged from the second world war unscathed and superior. We demonstrated our ability to rapidly step up manufacturing so as to fight in two theaters: the Pacific and Europe. And I think the captains of industry liked it, the war that is. But with victory declared, our enemies vanquished, what to do with all this military stuff? Besides, the Pentagon brass must have felt depressed, all dressed up for fighting and no where to go.
Ah, but remember our Russian friends, the ones who squeezed the Nazis from the east? Well, they’re communists, after all, and we loathe communists. But, you know, we probably don’t want to actually kill people. Real war can be downright messy. So, what about a cold war? Yeah, that’s the ticket. We get to build more and better weapons, keep our armed forces well-stocked, soldiers saluting, and uniforms bedecked with colorful badges.
Pretexts are easy. Against the Soviet menace we can manufacture “situations” that demand our attention. And these situations happen to arise in areas vital to our economic interests. Most vital, of course, is oil.
Where is most of the oil? In the Middle East, principally in Saudi Arabia. The Saudi family faces constant threats, so we say to them: We’ll buy your oil then use the money to build weapons which you’ll then buy from us. A perfect triangle of national self-interests. Check.
Leaders of nations, like football teams, must compete; it’s in their nature. With a lock on oil supplies we could focus our attention on “the arms race.” Kennedy, the president mentioned in the opening, liked to talk about “the missile gap.” He wrongly asserted during his campaign that the Soviet Union had more ICBMs than we had. We’ve just got to build more of them to keep up; and build we did.
Meanwhile we conducted numerous proxy battles (the situations), framing them as contests between the Red menace and defenders of freedom. We didn’t have to actually fight in these. We just sold the arms and supplied “advisors.” It seems that the Pentagon got carried away in Southeast Asia, and found that there was no simple exit. Eventually we just declared victory and left. Better not try that again.
Then—wouldn’t you know it?—the damn Soviet Union collapsed. Didn’t see that coming. The boys in the Pentagon must have become apoplectic. Now what? We just lost our perfect foil, the Evil Empire, the mother of all pretexts.
Lurking in the wings, the Muslims, long oppressed, came to the Pentagon’s rescue. Ingenious, however diabolical: commandeer commercial jets filled with passengers then slam them into large buildings and the Pentagon itself. In response the world said that “we are all New Yorkers now.” Revenge was a given. But who is the target?
I guess it really didn’t matter, but that Saddam Hussein is one mean son-of-a-bitch, and he tried to kill the president’s daddy. We’re really going to have to sell this one, since there isn’t a sliver of evidence that Hussein, our former buddy, was involved in the 9/11 attacks. A splendid performance by all. With a thin patina of international approval, we launched a massive air assault on Iraq, which led to invasion and occupation. Well, there’s oil there, too.
Once clearly proven that there were no weapons of mass destruction and no ties to al Qaeda, the U.S. could still say that the world was a better place without Hussein, we’re helping Iraqis build a democracy, and there’s the oil.
Yet, Osama bin Laden, the real evil doer, was alive and presumably well inhabiting mountain caves on the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan. The Bush administration had demanded that the Afghans turn him over to us, but the silly people insisted on proof that he did it. Besides, this is a big country and we don’t know where the hell he is. Sorry about that, Kabul, but we’re going to have to invade and occupy your country. That’s how we do things.
Fast forward to the present. We’re still in Afghanistan, our nation’s longest war, though it’s unclear as to whom we’re fighting and what we expect to accomplish. Making good on a campaign promise, Pres. Obama ended our formal occupation of Iraq, although we’ve left behind a fair number of mercenaries and the grandest embassy in all the world. It’s even got a McDonald’s.
Our most recent “situation” is being called “the Arab spring.” After living under generations of tyrants, the people suddenly took matters into their own hands, spawning a series of “spontaneous” revolutions. Oh, and you can bet that we had something to do with these. After all, there’s oil there, too.
Situations don’t typically arise in fields of broccoli. They happen in regions of strategic importance and have everything to do with oil and other raw materials. (Afghanistan is home to a trove of “rare earth” metals used in all those electronic gadgets we obsess over, your’s truly included.)
Noam Chomsky wrote this of the Libyan revolt:
The hope was for a regime likelier to be amenable to Western demands for control over Libya’s rich resources and, perhaps, to offer an African base for the U.S. Africa command AFRICOM, so far confined to Stuttgart.
Now I have no idea if such speculation has even a hint of truthfulness. We’re all free to connect dots to fashion narratives, whether or not justified. If we’re fond of Occam’s Razor, we might say that conspiracies aren’t necessary to explain events; they are what they are.
On the other hand, we can probably learn a lot about what’s going on by following the money and the oil. No need to bother with the broccoli.