Book reviewed: Way Out There in the Blue: Reagan, Star Wars and the End of the Cold War
(by Frances Fitzgerald, Simon and Schuster, 2000)
As a kid, Ronald Reagan scared the hell out of me. Originally the
fear was personal, the way a clown or smiling puppet frightens a child. But
by 1982 I came to associate his visage with the cultural climate of Casper
Weinberger's America, which was qualitatively more terrifying than any
Jack-o-lantern. At eight years old and a virgin to newspapers, I knew this
wrinkled man with the pompadour was responsible for the bloodless fear I
carried to bed each night, the fear that I would awake to the flash of a
nuclear blast, and spend my remaining two weeks alive bald, nursing burn
wounds and wretching up my large intestine. I am confident that a lifelong
commitment to the liberal wing of the Democratic Party was borne out of this
childhood experience.
It is admitted across the political spectrum that the world came
closer to nuclear war during Reagan's first administration that it had since
the Cuban missile crisis. From this admission two opposing camps line up
against each other. Conservatives claim that by skillfully pushing their
politico-military full-court press, they broke the Soviet system and "won
the Cold War." Liberals argue that the witless Reagan build-up merely
prolonged the Cold War and needlessly brought the world to the brink of
holocaust. After surveying a good deal of the literature on the subject, I
am prone to agree with the latter interpretation. After reading Frances
Fitzgerald's recent synthesis of a wider cross-section of this literature, I
am doubly so.
But Way Out There In the Blue is no partisan tract. Fitzgerald the
sober historian has amassed a mountain of material drawn from memoirs,
interviews and declassified documents. Much of this material speaks for
itself, and offers a stark inside account of the Reagan White House and the
hawks that dominated the national-security bureaucracy. The book is
multifaceted, and can be read as a number of histories: of arms control in
the 80s, of the Strategic Defense Initiative, of the internal politics of
the Republican foreign policy establishment, of Reagan's relationship with
Gorbechev. Fitzgerald's weaving of these complex threads into a single tale
is--but for sometimes confusing chronological jumps --nothing short of
masterful.
Reagan himself emerges as a minor character; almost epiphenomenal.
Although known as a bloody-fanged dove eater throughout his political
career--from urging in 1965 to "pave" North Vietnam and "put parking stripes
on it" to virulently attacking Nixon/Ford détente in 1976--by the time he
gets to the White House he appears as the bumbling, clueless elderly of
caricature, tending toward a nuclear utopianism and passively swallowing
whatever his manipulative advisors suggest. Throughout Fitzgerald's
narrative Reagan is merely pathetic: he enters office not even trying to
understanding basic policy and leaves it telling an incredulous Gorbechev
stories culled from People Magazine.
Reagan's advisors are the key to grasping the acute turn taken by US
foreign policy after 1980. For Reagan's was the first Cold War
administration whose defense advisors were pulled from outside the
mainstream. They were not representatives of an intra-party coalition and
had no respect for the assumptions and carefully drawn lines of previous
governments. Rather, they graduated from the Curtis LeMay school of
strategic thinking, and represented the extreme right-wing of the party,
many coming from the neo-conservative pressure group the Committee on the
Present Danger. This nest of sharp-beaked ideological hawks included
assistant secretaries of defense Fred Ikle and Richard Perle, CIA director
William "contra kid" Casey, in-house Sovietologist Richard Pipes, Deputy
Defense Secretary Frank "Sure We Can Win A Nuclear War" Carlucci and Eugene
Rostow, the enemy of arms control and disarmament who was confirmed as
director of the Arms Control and Disarmament Agency.
Leader of the pack was Secretary of Defense Casper "Cap" Weinberger.
A defense novice when named to his post--he didn't even know the difference
between defcon 3 and defcon 4--Weinberger soon adopted the crusading
rhetoric of his staff, preaching the dangers of arms control and the peril
of the increasing Soviet threat. He led the charge in passing the enormous
arms budgets of the early 80s, which in real dollars were larger than those
at the peak of the Korean and Vietnam wars. The numbers were only logical in
the context of Defense Department rhetoric, ominously proclaiming that the
US was in a "pre-war" situation, one that called for national mobilization
in the areas of offensive weapons and civil defense. That the CIA knew
Soviet defense spending to have leveled out in the mid-70s, and that our
solid-fuel missiles were superior to liquid-fuel Soviet ones didn't matter.
The Reagan men were intent on an arms build-up, based upon the fiction of
the "window of vulnerability," and an arms build-up there was.
This build-up, together with Reagan's refusal to negotiate an arms
control agreement, was the impetus for the freeze movement which spread like
wildfire across the US and (mostly Northern) Europe in the mid 80s. It is
here that the Strategic Defense Initiative comes to the fore. Although the
earliest variant of missile defense dates back to WW II, when the Allies
feared the Germans would develop missile technology, the issue had largely
been dead since Nixon signed the ABM Treaty in 1972, which outlawed the
deployment of missile defense. This document enshrined the logic that
offense and defense are intimately related and thus laid the basis for all
subsequent arms control.
But Reagan didn't care about the intricacies of deterrence theory
behind the ABM Treaty; he liked the idea of a missile shield. His advisors
did too, and exhumed it for political purposes in 1983. For it was the
political necessity of countering the freeze movement that drove Reagan to
give his famous Star Wars speech, calling upon scientists to create a
defensive weapon to make nuclear arms "impotent and obsolete." By co-opting
the language of the freeze movement and proposing SDI as an aid to arms
control--which it wasn't--the Reagan people were able to outflank the peace
movement and run for re-election without looking like Dr. Strangelove. It
worked, and Reagan won in the biggest landslide in US history.
The interesting thing about SDI is that it was a sham for all
seasons--and everybody knew it, except the Russians and the American people.
For the Defense Department, it was a means of breaking the ABM treaty and
undermining past and future arms control agreements. For the Democrats, it
was a bargaining chip to be traded away in strategic weapons negotiations.
Only the napping Reagan and a slightly senile Edward Teller seemed to
believe that X-ray lasers would soon be blowing ICBM's out of the
atmosphere. Weinberger consistently lied about the progress of the program
to Reagan (and Congress), who then sold it starry-eyed to the American
people, who then demanded it of Congress, who reluctantly agreed to fund the
program with billions of dollars. What exactly was being funded was never
very clear.
But the Democratic Congress was mistaken to think the program would
later be curtailed for Soviet concessions. Even though Secretary of State
George Shultz bent over backwards to make an offense-defensive swap with the
Soviets in which SDI was forever consigned to the laboratory in exchange for
the removal of Russia's intermediate range missiles (INF) from Europe,
Reagan refused to limit the scope and ambitions of SDI. This was the
sticking point for arms control talks until the end of Reagan's second term,
and to the extent that Shultz tried to work through it, he emerges as the
sole knight of reason who fought valiantly but was constantly outflanked by
the hard-liners.
It was only when Gorbechev, at the urging of Andrei Sakharov, saw
that Star Wars was an unworkable bluff did a breakthrough occur. At this
point talks were "untied" from SDI and an INF treaty was finally worked out,
resulting in the dismantling of a mere few hundred missiles. Although
important, it was a minor treaty. No drastic cuts were ever made under
Reagan, pictures of him smiling with Gorby notwithstanding. The START Treaty
would wait until 1991.
Under the shadow of the SDI phantom, Fitzgerald offers a
detailedanalysis of arms control negotiations at Geneva, Reykjavik,
Washington and Moscow. Any non-expert who has studied the arcana of arms
talks during a condensed period of time knows that it is like watching speed
chess. It gets confusing fast. This is especially true for the Reagan years,
as conflicts occurred not only with the Russians but between competing
factions within the cabinet and Congress.
Fitzgerald does an admirable job of simplifying the issues, but it
remains difficult reading. Given that we are still living with the live
nuclear triggers built during its timeline, Way Out There in the Blue makes
for painful history. A goofy old man became enchanted with the idea of
putting an astrodome over the US, was convinced by scheming war-hungry
advisors that this was possible, and then proceeded to link all arms control
to his fantasy, all the while pushing ahead with a major arms build-up. The
result almost ended the world.
It is a timely story, this. Moving into the next century there is a
firm Republican-led bipartisan consensus that an ABM system must be built,
and damn the consequences. The arms contractors are riding confidently
towards their dream of nuclearizing space, and it seems that without a mass
movement against them they will get their billions. The Russians are back to
believing (just enough) in the potential of such a system to give the US
first-strike capability, and are threatening to pull out of all arms
treaties if the US proceeds with deployment. The system itself remains, in
the words of Lewis Lapham, "built entirely of metaphors," but in America, to
the rest of the world's increasing dismay, this would seem to be enough, yet
again. That we went through this whole charade only fifteen years ago is
funny. That the arms control process will almost certainly not survive the
sequel is even funnier.
You see I can laugh about this madness now. I shed all my frozen
tears back in 1983.
Alex Zaitchik is an editor at Freezerbox.com. He wants a job writing
somewhere.