Leaving Fenway Park after game two of the 2004 World Series and
crossing Kenmore Square to retrieve my car, it was hard to ignore the
young man selling tee shirts on which was written that vulgar slogan
about how bad was the New York team vanquished a week earlier. My
college age daughter was warning against the odd cockiness that had
come over a lifelong Red Sox fan with a 2-0 lead in the Series, but I
could not help but ask why the tee shirt salesman was still obsessed
with That Team, since the Cardinals were the team at issue and he told
me that nothing was more important than how bad was that team from New
York.
All of that came to mind several times this week, as did the clever title of Thomas Boswell's
book from some years back: "How Life Imitates the World Series".
Boswell was the Washington Post reporter who told CBS News as the post
season began in 1988 that one of the so called "Bash Brothers" leading
the Oakland Athletics, Jose Canseco, was "the most conspicuous example
of a player who has made himself great with steroids."
.
Red Sox
fans chanted "ster-oids" at Canseco each time he came to bat in the
ALCS that year but, with his manager Tony LaRussa (a law school
graduate) standing behind Canseco's denials if steroid use, he hit key
home runs as the A's swept the Red Sox, 4 games to none. Many years
later, after the other Bash Brother, Mark McGwire, having joined
LaRussa in St. Louis, broke the single season home run record, Canseco
wrote a book claiming that steroid use was rampant in baseball,
admitted that he himself was a user (with LaRussa telling 60 Minutes
that he knew it all along) and the rest, including the unmasking of
McGwire, Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, Alex Rodriguez and now Manny
Ramirez, among others, has become a widely accepted example of a game
gone horribly wrong.
So what a week. Fortunately the Boston
Globe survived it show statistics showing how much better the Dodger
Ramirez was when compared to the nonetheless great statistics complied
by the Cleveland/Boston Ramirez. He was ostensibly injured during the
2008 season with mysterious ailments and punched out a traveling
secretary. After another refusal to play that causes the Red Sox to
threaten to suspend him, he is traded to LA and, suddenly healthy,
plays as if he is Babe Ruth reincarnated. Another mystery solved.
Both
baseball and the rest of the country have decided that the way to
respond to gross errors of the sort that have tainted the legitimacy of
these games, and the reputation of the United States of America as a
beacon of justice in a world which desperately needs such an example is
to simply draw a line, say that those mistakes will never happen again
and simply move on.
It cannot work that way. Baseball loves to
alter history to claim that it first became aware of the use of
performance enhancing drugs in the middle of this decade whereupon it
promptly took action. It is a ridiculous claim which is made with the
knowledge that most fans will overlook any allegations about their own
team, so long as the player who is cheating does a good job.
That
is precisely the same mistake a nation, deeply enamored of its new
president (for good reason), with regard to the pure evil of the prior
administration. I do not necessarily advocate criminal prosecution of
those who were importuned, in one way or the other, to look the other
way, or otherwise support some of the worst abuses of the prior eight
years, as discussed
in a post that attracted
not just a few claims that I supported torture, but, as I have tried to say, I am not against them either.
More important, though, is some sort of national reckoning. When I say that the
nation is, as a whole, responsible for those eight years, I obviously (
not so obviously, I guess),
do not mean individually every single person. Many opposed that lawless
administration, but others looked the other way and sufficient numbers
of people voted for continuing them in office in 2004 that some of the
worst of what was being done in our name was enabled as the electorate
empowered the President with what we considered to be a mandate who
earned what
he described as "political capital."
That
is the reckoning we need. Yes, we were frightened, first by the attack
of 9/11, then by a government that tried to take advantage of our
fears, but that does not let anyone off the hook. We know---most of us
do anyway---that we live in a republic, not a monarchy---but we talked
about a president "taking us to war" as if he had powers to do so that
we were powerless to contain. We allowed him to impose his religious
views on national policy and acted as if that was what a president gets
to do. Our opposition party knew that the President and his cronies
were dragging our country into the gutter, yet it was afraid to do
anything about it because (and, frankly, I believe they were correct in
this) to do so would bring electoral defeat on Democratic candidates
who would be seen to be disloyal.
By the end of World War II,
with a better understanding of what racism and panic can do to a
country from watching what happened in Germany, Italy and Japan between
the wars, many Americans knew that the Palmer raids and the "red
baiting" of a quarter century earlier was wrong, yet Joe McCarthy was
able to repeat the same shame again, and to make Palmer look tepid. It
is not enough to say that something was wrong. It must be exposed as
wrong and the lesson learned repeated over and over.
Prosecuting
people would not absolve the shame of those eight years any more than
censuring Joseph McCarthy made up for what he wrought, and what he was
allowed to do. It is something, and maybe worth doing, but it does not
add up to the national soul searching and commitment to the law and to
what we are supposed to stand for in the world, that cannot be
accomplished simply by the election of the best president we have seen
since at least 1969.
Most people knew what they were getting
when they elected Nixon that year, yet even after he was exposed, it
took an actual tape recording of him ordering the obstruction of
justice to rid ourselves of him. Yet after four years of a Democratic
president (at least one who was nominated by that party) all was
forgiven, and the party that gave us Nixon was allowed to take the
White House again.
Manny Ramirez was unmasked in the same week
that we learned our second baseman cum neighborhood broadcaster, Jerry
Remy, is recovering from cancer and we lost the gentleman Dominic
DiMaggio, forever mourning his replacement in centerfield in the
seventh game of the 1946 World Series and what that wrought. The pain
to those of who love baseball over the failure of the sport to
recognize the damage they have done to the integrity of the game by an
attitude toward what everyone knew to be taking place, but which could
be ignored in the excitement of records being broken is of a type, if
less important, to that felt by those who love our country by the
failure to come to terms with what fear did to us and what it could do
to us again unless we see what happened and firmly resolve for it to
never happen again