The praise Cohen has garnered for his new book is predictable enough â what else would The Spectator say? However, even the unimpressed reviewers donât come close to cataloguing the full range of factual mistakes, lazy research and muddled arguments. Perhaps the monthlies will do a better job, although I doubt it. Anyhow, in the absence of anything better, here is my review.
For all Cohenâs claims to have diagnosed a general disease among the Left (or âliberalsâ as he bafflingly calls them), Whatâs Left? is essentially about the Iraq War. Itâs about how Cohen was right to support it, and how his left-wing opponents were wrong, in various ways. He invokes Iraq throughout. Thatâs not to say he doesnât cover other things: he suggests opposition to the invasion was the terminus of various other horrors, some of them stretching back well before the Second World War. The problem is that many of these have no obvious relation to the anti-war marchers, and those are the people whom Cohen says so disillusioned him with the Left. Anyone seeking to understand why Cohenâs support for the Bush Doctrine was so unimpeachable must fight through a tangle of historical and social theorizing relating only, on the face of it, to a tiny part of the anti-war movement.
Strangest of all is the chapter focused on Gerry Healy, a cultish, unpleasant leader of the Workersâ Revolutionary Party, which took Iraqi and Libyan money in return for favourable propaganda. The relevance to todayâs Left? Apparently none, because âthe WRPâs support for Baathism was a one-off, which no other left-wing group imitatedâ (p 68).
Not much easier to understand is the inclusion of chapters on post-modernism, âTories Against the Warâ (in Bosnia) and conspiracy theories. Post-modernism, for Cohen, marks a denial of objective reality, a retreat from genuine political action to pseudo-radical verbalizing. âThe story of how political defeat took the radical Sixties left into the wilderness of post-modernism has been told many times,â he announces (p 106). And heâs right: the bulk of his choice absurdities appeared in either Francis Wheenâs How Mumbo-jumbo Conquered the World or a blog called Butterflies and Wheels. Both receive a mention as sources, but itâs hard to see his research as better than lazy. Did he even read Afzar Hussainâs review, about which he says so much? Everything he quotes appears on Butterflies and Wheels, including the missing italics (as Aaronovitch Watch pointed out).
By contrast, we can be sure he read Francis Wheenâs book. Cohenâs accounts of the Sokal hoax and Luce Irigarayâs claims regarding relativity both supply no details beyond it. His quote from Foucault regarding the Iranian revolution is also given there. As is his quotation of Michael Moore. In a similar way, much of what Cohen has to say on 1930s appeasement, in particular on pacifist Labour leader George Lansbury, bears a haunting similarity to Oliver Kammâs Anti-Totalitarianism. The impression of second-hand scholarship is inescapable by the time one finds Cohen retailing an account of collaborationist French Socialists from Paul Bermanâs Terror and Liberalism.
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Like so many muscular liberals before him, Cohen feels obliged to attack Noam Chomsky. Where does he turn for material? Why, Francis Wheen and Oliver Kamm of course (maybe Terror and Liberalism wasnât handy when he wrote this section). And what about an introductory quotation, ideally bespeaking of literary breadth? Well, one suspects he consulted Christopher Hitchensâs 1985 essay defending Chomsky, The Chorus and Cassandra. At least, he probably read the introductory paragraph and quotation, which are nearly identical â the rest seems to have passed him by.
Two of his mouldering allegations â regarding Faurisson and the Khmer Rouge â were dealt with twenty years ago, in Hitchensâs essay, although Oliver Kamm has given them a regular outing in recent years, and Wheen included the second in his book. It is hard to see what Cohen believes he is adding. It is also hard to know why he felt able to so blithely ignore Hitchensâs case for the defence.
A third accusation is not new either. It was aired first by Oliver Kamm, who was at the time in contact with Cohen about related material. Back then, Cohen supplied Kamm with a selection of media cuttings that supposedly showed Chomsky had misrepresented an expert witness, Philip Knightley, speaking at the LM vs. ITN libel trial about a photograph of the Trnopolje camp. Kamm, and one assumes Cohen, have since been made aware that Chomsky did not in fact substantively misrepresent Knightley. Kamm had either not read, or had simply ignored, what Knightley had said at the trial. Nevertheless, he refused to correct what heâd written. (Kamm is credited, hilariously in the circumstances, with âclear[ing] away many misconceptionsâ and âadvice on the Bosnian and Kosovo conflictsâ.)
The absence of the Knightley claim in Cohenâs book is probably the closest weâll come to an admission of error from the Kamm-Cohen party. But that does not stop Cohen mentioning the camp, or the interview in which Kamm said Chomsky had been so dishonest. He has all the background material; itâs just that the case is now reduced to malign insinuation. Cohen leaves the implication hanging in the air that Chomsky was denying the proven reality of the Trnopolje photograph, even though he doesnât dispute Knightleyâs testimony, or mention what the trial judge said on the matter. Rather, he appeals to the authority of a geography professor, David Campbell, to show that LM âdidnât fightâ because it had âno honest evidenceâ. It is certainly true that ITN won their case against LM, and the Guardian journalist Ed Vulliamy duly celebrated this apparent vindication of his reporting, but anyone acquainted with Britainâs libel laws would know the connection was weak at best.
As a side note, one might consider Cohen et al.âs fitful commitment to free speech. Cohen, for instance, avers that â[f]reedom of speech includes the freedom to lie and defameâ (p 164). But he has nothing to say on LMâs lack of freedom to say what they thought about Trnopolje. Kamm (âa near-absolutist on matters of free speechâ) went as far as approvingly quoting Vulliamy saying âhistory⌠is thankfully built not upon public relations or melodrama but upon truth; if necessary, truth established by lawâ. One wonders, as Cohen thunders about Said Qutb or Michael Aflaqâs hatred of free society, just where he really stands.
And so it goes on. Chomsky went on about East Timor when a Western-backed Indonesian government was massacring the inhabitants. So Cohen complains that Chomsky âhad nothing to say to the East Timorese on what they should do after Australian and British troops infuriated Osama bin Laden by ending the terror in 1999â (p 161). Was he obliged to send a congratulatory telegram? Hail the West for stepping in 24 years after the slaughter began? For it isnât as if Chomsky had nothing to say about East Timor after the intervention. A cursory Internet search reveals, among other things, an article titled âEast Timor Is Not Yesterday's Storyâ, written after INTERFET arrived. But then, at times Cohenâs approach to facts is hardly different from what he detests in post-modern theorists.
If reality trumped rhetoric he wouldnât malignantly distort the case of the Guardianâs October 31st 2005 interview with Chomsky, conducted by Emma Brockes. The interview alleged, among other things, that Chomsky liked to put the word âmassacreâ in quotation marks when talking of Srebrenica, as if to say there had been no massacre. He hadnât done this, which the Guardian Readersâ Editor, Ian Mayes, recognised. A correction was printed and the interview was withdrawn from the Guardian website.
For post-modernist Cohen, unanchored to facts, the interview became a âpiece on leftist denial of crimes against humanityâ (p 179). It didnât damagingly misrepresent what Chomsky had said; it was just âpoorly subbedâ. A flood of â[j]ournalists, survivors of the camps, UN workers in the Balkans and Britainâs foremost academic authorities were appalledâ and apparently urged Mayes to reconsider, but he cruelly âslapped down the survivors and their alliesâ by recognising Chomskyâs right not to be misrepresented. Oddly, the only complainants Mayes thought worthy of mention in his piece on the correction, among all those UN workers and academics, were Oliver Kamm, Francis Wheen and David Aaronovitch. The substance of their complaint? Hammer of post-modernism Wheen, upholder of objective truth Kamm, both put their names to a letter that didnât dispute that Chomsky had not said what Brockes said heâd said; it just lamely concluded she was âcertainly entitledâ to her âinterpretationâ.
Why might Mayes have acted so unfeelingly towards Emma Brockesâs âinterpretative validityâ? Ah, that would be down, not to the substance of the complaint â that doesnât interest Cohen â but Mayesâs middle class orthodoxy. Itâs all tied up with Virginia Woolf and Bernard Shaw and H.G.Wells and eugenics and bien pensant Bloomsbury dinner parties, you see. For here we reach the title page of the âWhat Do We Do Now?â chapter. Give up, would be my answer to any reader lucky enough not to have already wasted their time on that thirty-three page collage of pseudo-populist clichĂŠs.
Having alerted us to the iniquitous snobbery of the Bloomsbury set (p 192), having treated us to not âwholly wrongâ Daily Mail attitudes on the social collapse betokened by vanishing work ethics and âcommon decencyâ (p 197), having implied but never said that maybe mothers should stay at home after all (p 200), he comes out and says, âthe intellectuals werenât interested in the working classâ (p 208). Cohen isnât an intellectual, of course, just as Melanie Phillips isnât part of the hated âeliteâ â it just looks that way. But if he were, one might ask just how much interest he has in the working class. Heâs fascinated by certain unionised workers in Iraq and Iran being tyrannised by George Bushâs enemies. But when did he, for instance, ever mention the Gate Gourmet dispute in the UK? As far as I can tell, he did so once â offhandedly comparing their plight favourably to impoverished lawyers.
Itâs the kind of chapter that one can read, and re-read, and yet never understand what it says or why it was written. The stumbling efforts to link it to Iraq are reminiscent of the last minutes of a drunken anecdote from someone whoâs trying to remember the punch-line. For instance, Cohen apparently suggests liberals opposed the war because some Virginia Woolf-like contempt for the âcommon manâ meant they didnât care if Saddam tortured him (p 193-194). And that in turn is because these Balsamic-fixated Bloomsbury ponces wrinkle their noses at East End council estate residents who spend their days picking up bankersâ sandwiches in Canary Wharf â a job forced on them when their matriarchal coping systems were atomised by the welfare state and interfering social workers (p 199-200), or Guardianista gay rights programmes, or identity politics (p 196). As a consequence, these disaffected workers voted in Thatcher and Reagan (p 196), further irritating the liberal elites, now itching to revenge themselves by leaving Iraqis under tyranny. Or something. Does it even matter? Even to Cohen?
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Cohenâs book is, generally, a combination of elliptical, impenetrable speculation and definite, wrong, claims. The evidence of the latter is endless â I simply canât include it all â but since Cohen is so persistent on the subject it would be remiss not to consider yet more of his farcical smear campaign against the âfar leftâ. Dull as this may be, the book is duller, believe me.
Cohen quotes Edward Said (LRB, April 2003) on the 1981 bombing of the Iraqi Osirak reactor: âIraq âwas the one Arab country with the human and natural resources, as well as the infrastructure, to take on Israel's arrogant brutality. That is why Begin bombed Iraq pre-emptively in 1981, supplying a model for the US in its own pre-emptive war.ââ (p 76)
Cohenâs interpretation? âBecause Said believed Saddam could one day have the men and munitions to take on Israel, the war against him had to be the result of a sinister plot by Jewish puppet masters who pulled the strings of American policy.â (p 77)
Too bad the sentence before the one quoted says âIraq might once have been a potential challenge to Israel.â Never mind that it follows a paragraph saying, â[T]hat after 12 years of sanctions it [Iraq] is a threat of any kind to any other state is a laughable notion.â For Cohenâs nodding donkey supporters, heâs done enough, even if it does mean ignoring swathes of his source material and instead relying on arbitrary conspiracist aspersions. Said thinks Israel influenced US policy? Oh, that must imply âa sinister plot by Jewish puppet mastersâ then. (An âexcellentâ book,â says Kamm. A âmordant and instructive polemic,â says Hitchens.)
At times it seems as if a Cohen pronouncement defines reality for him. It becomes hard to distinguish slack writing from deliberate smear. On the 9/11 hijackers he says:
â[Edward] Said couldnât manage a word of condemnation of the ideology and the methods of the suicide bombers.â (p 274)
Cohenâs first Observer column after that event appeared alongside one by Edward Said. Saidâs piece referred to the âspectacular horrorâ of âterror missions without political message, senseless destruction.â It spoke of âthe genuine sorrow and affliction that so much carnage has so cruelly imposed on so many.â âNo cause, no God, no abstract idea can justify the mass slaughter of innocents,â he went on. Their âquick bloody solutionsâ were âwrapped in lying religious claptrap.â Evidently Cohen doesnât read his own paper â that or heâs just relying on the inability of a dead man to defend himself.
The Makiya connection is strange, too. For Cohen, Kenan Makiya was âAn Iraqi Solzhenitsynâ, who warranted our support, so Saidâs âvilificationâ of him was unconscionable in 2003. In the intervening years, Makiyaâs claim that a pacific federal Iraq would emerge from the invasion has been definitively shown to be wrong. Whether or not Makiyaâs battle against anti-democratic planning for Iraq was hampered by missing liberal-left support, his speculations about a post-Saddam Iraq were plainly unrealistic. Many of Saidâs objections were valid, as is now obvious. Contrary to Makiyaâs wish, the US was bound to initiate the invasion with a bombing campaign. Contrary to Makiyaâs assertion, there was no evidence that Iraqis were broadly committed to federalism. Makiyaâs vision of a ânon-Arabâ Iraqi state was a mirage.
Given Makiyaâs disconnection from the Arab world, and his basic inexperience of Arab politics â both pointed out by Said â why did anybody take his claims so seriously, even in 2003? Presumably because, as Said also suggested, he was saying what the US war party wanted to hear. This has since been confirmed by George Packerâs Assassinsâ Gate, which Cohen himself cites. Far more baffling is that anybody now would defend Makiyaâs predictions for Iraq, after all that followed the invasion, and after the publication of Packerâs book. Why does Cohen devote so much space to him when even he admits the âhard-headedâ Makiya ludicrously believed that the invaders would be greeted by âsweets and flowersâ (p 286)? Why does Cohen still write off Saidâs accurate critique as âincontinent abuseâ (p 75)?
Perhaps itâs because Cohenâs favourite source, aside from friendsâ books and congenial blogs, is his old newspaper columns. As if determined to include all the material from his outdated Said attack piece, Cohen goes on to include the next point, about Harold Pinter. In 2003 he felt Harold Pinter had abandoned the concern shown for the Kurds in his 1988 play Mountain Language, about a people whose language had been banned, just as Kurdish had been banned in Turkey. Pinter ârefused to hear the mountain tongue he had once defendedâ when⌠well, when Iraqi Kurds, who hadnât had their language banned, and werenât culturally persecuted in their autonomous zone, pushed for the invasion. The same point, with the same quotation, is regurgitated in the book, except with Iraqis now also motivating the play. But Cohen does not explain why Pinterâs behaviour is so suspect. Iraqi Kurds in 2003 werenât in the same position as they were in 1988, or in the same position as Turkish Kurds under government repression. Even given their enthusiasm for the invasion, their voice was hardly the only one within Iraq.
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So we have the Chomsky-Said-Pinter axis disgraced. Weâve ridiculed the post-modernists. Weâve talked about the splinter-of-a-splinter group, the Workers Revolutionary Party. Weâve wheeled out the Daily Mail theory of political alienation. Where next? Ah yes, the awfulness of the anti-war marchers.
Since publication, Cohen has insisted that he isnât simply tarring all protesters with the antics of George Galloway (he devotes a page and a half to Gallowayâs appearance on Celebrity Big Brother). He initially suggests the million marchers were led astray: âThey were good people on the whole, who hadnât thought about the Baath Party.â (p 282)
The massesâ simple-mindedness was their reason for protesting the war, Cohen implies; but their unhealthily jolly protests did not, it would seem, necessarily discredit them:
âThe anti-war movement disgraced itself not because it was against the war in Iraq, but because it could not oppose the counter-revolution once the war was over.â (p 288)
If they had counter-posed a protest at their own government â a protest that at least theoretically might have led to a change in policy â with a protest aimed at Islamists and Baathists slaughtering Iraqis and foreign troops then they would have avoided Cohenâs displeasure, or at least his outright contempt. How such a protest would have been anything but pointless, given the killersâ contempt for free speech and democracy documented by Cohen on page 287, is not explained. But somehow, if the poor deluded marchers had taken on Zarqawi with their placards, everything would have been alright.
Or perhaps not; perhaps they had to avoid any association with Galloway and the Muslim Association of Britain as well. After all, Cohen sternly reminds us they âhad joined marches led by a saluter of a genocidal tyrantâ (p 291). âNeeds must when the Devil drivesâ, Cohen says of Makiyaâs alliance with the neo-cons (p 85). But the principle doesnât seem to apply to those against the war â at least not when Cohen has used the remarkable phenomenon of fringe magnification to detect âtrendsâ. âA theme of this book,â he intones on page 294, âis that ideas on the fringe are worth examining.â â[T]he extreme parties magnify trends in wider society,â he goes on. What trend might the SWP be magnifying? âOpportunism and control-freakeryâ, apparently (p 295). The mechanism isnât clear, but it probably involves yuppie sandwiches.
Is the Left generally keen to endorse Islamism? If so, Cohen provides only counter-evidence. The story goes that the Left, tired of their faltering grasp on the masses, seized on Islamist antipathy towards America and globalisation to reinvigorate the march toward revolution. Cohen cites a 1994 article in the International Socialism Journal suggesting the SWP were hoping to win young Islamists to âa different, independent, revolutionary socialist perspectiveâ. This âdaydreamâ, we are told, might not be what they were really after. Perhaps, speculates Cohen, they âjust wanted to ally with the real threat to the established order.â (p 309) Well, perhaps not, if he means they wanted to promote Islamist ideology. What Cohen cites, after all, points in the opposite direction â but there he goes again with his textual deconstruction.
In any case, all the talk of the âcommunalistâ SWP and George Galloway was, one finds in Cohenâs hysterically-named chapter, âThe Liberals Go Beserkâ, not the worst stain on the Leftâs credibility. Even if the dumb marchers hadnât tolerated SWP/MAB fanatics in their midst, Cohen wouldnât have been satisfied. â[L]iberals,â he announces, âwere in danger of becoming ridiculous.â (p 312) This danger arose primarily from campaignersâ âlegalisticâ approach to the Iraq War.
The threat was raised in Robert Kaganâs paean to American militarism, Paradise and Power, which Cohen approvingly quotes. Wimpish European liberals had no credible force of their own, but they could hurt America by denying its military adventurism their imprimatur. This they did, apparently, by declaring the Iraq war was âillegalâ. The Iraq warâs illegality was not a fact of international law, endorsed by the majority of qualified lawyers, but a construct from a âpostmodernâ Europe cowering hypocritically under the American umbrella (p 316). Horrifyingly, this âplay[ing] at judges and lawyersâ might, in Kaganâs words, âbecome debilitating and perhaps even paralyzingâ. Cohen is clear that things are worse even than this, reaching a conclusion perhaps âtoo scandalousâ for Kaganâs imagination. The scarcely imaginable harvest from âpretending that it was illegal to overthrow a genocidal regimeâ? âThe insurgents were able to use the liberalâs slogans.â (p 317) He has an image of suicide bombers crashing through the streets of Baghdad, screaming, âitâs illegal!â No really, he does.
While it wasnât a âdisgraceâ to oppose the war, one couldnât go as far as denying the war had âa degree of legitimacyâ (p 315). That was, in the White House formulation that Cohen echoes, giving âaid and comfortâ to the enemy (in his Chomsky essay, Hitchens refers to âthe old Stalinist âaid and comfortâ ruseâ, but one assumes heâs discarded that view). Cohenâs analysis has him pushing aside the bruschetta sissies and stepping outside: â[T]he mainstream European left didnât want to participate in a war to overthrow Saddam themselves, as was their right, but they also wanted to deny the legitimacy of others who were prepared to fight.â This was apparently not their right. The thought that the Left opposed the war because they viewed it as illegitimate and dangerous is seemingly beyond even the imagination of Cohen. They had to be motivated by cowardice.
After all the filler and flimflam, one finally discovers what actually seems to be Cohenâs main point. Itâs the simple idea that technocratic fault-finding applied to Western wars is acceptable, while fundamental criticism isnât. Chomsky wrote about this notion among liberals long ago in American Power and the New Mandarins, which Cohen cites. Of course, whether he read it, or understood it, is another matter.
Aside from this, there is only the related accusation of anti-American bad faith. For instance, Cohen complains of the Leftâs fixation on Israel, at their unwillingness to extend the same criticism to other regimes. But, as elsewhere when lamenting the lack of anti-Saddam banners at the anti-war marches, and in his attacks on Chomskyâs selective criticism, he misses the obvious point: people are likely to, and indeed have a greater obligation to, criticise their own regime and its allies. Not only do they bear some responsibility for their actions, but they have some chance of changing them. Cohen could of course criticise this argument, but he doesnât even acknowledge it.
Underlying all he says on the Iraq War is a basic refusal to address anything happening there beyond what involves his favoured pro-occupation trade unionists (he ignores anti-occupation trade unionists). He rants that millions marched against the âoverthrow of a fascist regimeâ (p 280), but he never suggests they marched against 600000 deaths. In fact he contrives to suggest those horrors are partly the fault of those who opposed ever setting them in train, because they allegedly refused âsolidarityâ to people in Iraq. He accepts the standard narrative that the WMD intelligence was flawed, that the Bush administration made âmistakesâ, but was Cohen wrong on anything? We hear nothing of it. Someone unacquainted with the Iraq War would come away with no idea of what has happened there in the last four years. This crashing silence is the only way Cohen can pursue what is on the face of it an absurd project: an attack on the Left based on their rejection of a disastrous war.
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So, is there anything good or promising about the Left? Not much. Cohenâs OK with some environmental campaigning, even if he is dismissive of Green partiesâ supposedly utopian fantasies (see p 294). The campaign for civil liberties could be good, but is of course âcompromised by the refusal of many to stand up for the civil liberties of those who are oppressed by the various anti-Western tyrannies and terrorist movements.â (p 356) Some sort of nationalisation in unspecified âpoor worldâ countries âmay be for the betterâ (p 357) but might be spoiled by corruption.
After that, heâs âstrugglingâ. In fact, the only glimmer on the horizon is the Euston Manifesto. The need for Professor Norman Gerasâs bizarrely self-important tract is in Cohenâs world âa symbol of the dismal state of liberal lifeâ. Cohen feels the same way about his book. I would agree, if I thought the Left were hanging by the thread of what they have to say. A political movement depending for its survival on the maundering effusions of a retired âprofessor of governmentâ and the hallucinatory mudslinging of Cohen would obviously be doomed.
Fortunately, things arenât like that. Although Cohen complains that the anti-capitalists lack a political programme (p 118-119), he never presents one himself. What little he says about economics is confined to asserting the victory of Thatcherite capitalism. The Euston Manifesto manages only platitudes on Make Poverty History. As far as they have anything to say on policy, the manifesto and Whatâs Left? are essentially Blairite. So one can discard immediately Cohenâs wails about the âstifling conformity of respectable liberal opinionâ (p 182) shutting out his ideas. They are promoted by the nominally left-wing government in power.
Cohenâs book is fairly obviously not about the Left, but about Cohen and his clique of progressive bombardiers. It is ultimately directed at salvaging various âdecent Leftâ reputations from the damage of the Iraq War, by blowing out smoke and crying foul about other peopleâs bad faith. For Cohen, the crime of the anti-war Left was not dallying with reactionary Muslims, or their tenuous association with post-modern gibberish, or the countless other accusations scribbled on the charge sheet, but being right about the war. If he illustrates any problem of the Left, it is that it gives people like Cohen such an easy ride.