Campaign Book Report: John McCain
Faith of My Fathers: A Family Memoir By John McCain with Mark
Salter
Random House, 349 pages, $25
(Click here to buy the book.)
Declining to offer
details about his misspent youth, George W. Bush commented, "When I was young
and irresponsible, I was young and irresponsible." His Republican presidential
rival John McCain takes a slightly different tack: Let me tell you about
when I was young and irresponsible.
There is, for instance the time McCain, on leave from the U.S. Naval
Academy, went to visit his latest girlfriend in a classy suburb of
Philadelphia. After knocking back a few too many at the train station, he
collapsed drunk through the screen door of her parents house. Or the time
during his pilot training in Pensacola when he dated a stripper called "Marie,
the Flame of Florida." Marie shocked the polite society of his married officer
friends and their wives by pulling a switchblade out of her purse and cleaning
her nails. Or, in a far more serious vein, the time when, as a prisoner of war
in Hanoi, McCain attempted to hang himself with his shirt.
In a culture where most politicians scurry to minimize any hint of behavior
that might be deemed scandalous, McCain reminds you of the Seinfeld
episode in which George resolves to do "the opposite." He offers up his
youthful indiscretions in detail and without feigned regret. He's proud of the
bashes he threw, the babes he bedded, and the stunts he pulled. But McCain's
purpose in sharing all this isn't, or isn't merely, to boast. It's to paint a
truthful portrait of his earlier life, before he was transformed by his
experience as a prisoner of war in Vietnam. Like many political reporters, I
have long admired McCain for his extraordinary frankness and independence.
After reading his gripping book, I'm more convinced than ever that his abnormal
honesty isn't a calculated strategy for winning over the press. It has that
effect, of course, but it's the authentic expression of a remarkable
personality.
McCain's story has been told well before, namely by Robert Timberg in The
Nightingale's Song , a 1995 book about five Naval Academy graduates. (The
sections on McCain have been culled for a separate paperback, just issued,
entitled John McCain: An American Odyssey .) But even if you've
read that book, the tale gains something in McCain's telling, or more precisely
in the ghost-telling of Mark Salter, the Senator's long-time aide. Where
Timberg looks at McCain's career in relation to the Naval Academy, Vietnam, and
the Reagan era, McCain examines his own history in the more personal context of
his family's military tradition. For that reason, his story ends in 1973, when
the POWs returned home.
John McCain's father and grandfather, John Sidney McCain Jr. and Sr., were
distinguished naval officers who rose to become four-star admirals. As men,
Senator McCain indicates, they fell far short of sainthood. They drank, gambled
and swore like, well, sailors. But both understood what being an officer meant.
The McCain men were fiercely devoted to an unwritten code of military honor. An
officer, McCain explains, "keeps his word, whatever the cost. He must not shirk
his duties no matter how difficult or dangerous they are. His life is ransomed
to his duty. An officer must trust his fellow officers, and expect their trust
in return. He must not expect others to bear what he will not."
At the U.S. Naval Academy, McCain the youngest followed in his grandfather's
and father's rascally steps by performing poorly as a student and chafing under
the hazing that "plebes" were expected to accept. "I resisted not by refusing
the hazing but by letting my resentment show, and by failing to conform fully
to the convention of the squared-away midshipman," he writes. "… I wanted the
lords of the first and second class to know my compliance was grudging and in
no way implied respect for them." Constantly breaking the rules and provoking
his instructors, he nearly "bilged out," but managed to hang on, graduating
fifth from the bottom of his class in 1958.
That McCain got by, barely, is typical of his oddly charmed life. As a pilot
in training, he crashed an A-1 Skyhawk into Corpus Christi Bay, and lost
consciousness on impact. But he came to underwater and surfaced unharmed. He
was at ground zero of a catastrophic explosion and fire aboard the aircraft
carrier USS Forrestal that claimed 134 lives, but suffered only superficial
injuries. You might say he was unlucky to be shot down over the center of
Hanoi--or you might say he was lucky as hell to survive the crash, despite
breaking three of four limbs, and to avoid being finished off by an angry mob.
McCain attributes his survival in prison camp to the fortuitous discovery by
his captors that his father was a high-ranking figure in the U.S. military.
Sensing McCain's potential propaganda value, the North Vietnamese gave him
enough medical attention to keep him alive.
The account of the five and half years McCain spent in captivity, which
occupies the second half of his book, is wonderful: vivid, unsentimental, and
very moving. As a POW, McCain kept up his habit of surly resistance, constantly
drawing beatings and time in solitary confinement for communicating with other
prisoners and taunting his jailers. "Resisting, being uncooperative and a
general pain in the ass, proved, as it had in the past, to be a morale booster
for me," he writes. His most heroic act of insubordination was declining to be
released from maggot-infested captivity ahead of other POWs who were captured
before he was--an offer others accepted, in violation of military rules. As
extraordinary as his decision to remain a prisoner seems, it was entirely in
character. McCain, one begins to understand, has been essentially the same
person throughout his life. The unwillingness to bend to hazing as a
midshipman, to the threat of torture in Hanoi, and to the marching orders of
Senate Majority Leader Trent Lott are all of a piece. He is a subversive
through and through.
Why does McCain rebel against authority? The answer that emerges from his
book is that insubordination is a way of establishing moral independence. By
being contrary and difficult, McCain demonstrates that no one owns or controls
him. He reached his point of deepest crisis in Vietnam when he discovered that
his actions weren't fully under his own power--he could be, and was, broken by
torture. McCain's rather feeble suicide attempts came after he could no longer
resist and prepared to sign a confession saying he was a "black criminal" and
an "air pirate."
Before reading this book, I didn't quite understand why McCain so regretted
affixing his name to an absurd-sounding Stalinist confession. No one else would
criticize him for caving to torture--why did he beat himself up about it? In
McCain's version of events, his obsession with his surrender starts to make
sense: It was the moment he realized that he was beyond his own control. "I
felt it blemished my record permanently, and even today I find it hard to
suppress feelings of remorse," he writes. "In truth, I don't even bother to try
to suppress them anymore. My remorse shows me the limits of my zealously
guarded autonomy." He couldn't hold out alone, and wouldn't have held up at all
without the solidarity of his fellow inmates. Today McCain is still a rebel,
but he's no longer an adolescent rebel.
If there's a criticism to be made of this fine book, it's that McCain
doesn't grapple with the morality of the Vietnam War in any serious way. In his
concluding chapter, he casually refers to America's involvement as a terrible
mistake. Two pages later, he describes it as a worthy cause. At another point
he suggests that we were wrong to be in Vietnam because the American people
didn't support the war sufficiently. This is perfectly circular reasoning: The
war was immoral because unpopular, and unpopular because immoral. I'm surprised
that he says this. McCain, who recently stood nearly alone in advocating the
use of ground forces in Kosovo, obviously doesn't think that public opinion
should determine the course of American military intervention.
Pulling down another cliché about Vietnam, McCain suggests that the United
States should have fought the war harder or not at all. This is the approved
wisdom of the Powell Doctrine, but doesn't get you very far as a judgment in
hindsight. What should we have done in Vietnam--fight harder, or not at all?
Even the outspoken John McCain seems not to want to answer that question.
