By John Podhoretz
Sunday, April 20, 2025
I was once a revolutionary. Well, not really, not in the
sense that I sought the overthrow of a political system. But in a marketing
sense. When it came to the “Republican Revolution of 1994,” I was all in—and in
the end, that revolution was transformative. For me personally.
The idea that Washington was changing in a historic way
gave me the idea that would change my life. The new magazine I conceived and
then co-founded in 1995 was called the Weekly Standard. It came into
being in 1995 and was an instant success. But “the revolution” that midwifed it
turned out not to be a revolution at all.
The Republican takeover of Congress in 1994 may have been
a turning point in American politics, but the changes that were wrought as a
result turned out to be incremental, not transformative. The Democratic Party
under Bill Clinton came to its senses, moved sharply to the right, embraced
welfare reform and a balanced budget, and, as a result, Clinton remained in
power after the sex scandals of 1998. Instead, the failure to topple him led in
part to the self-exiling of Newt Gingrich, the chief Republican revolutionary
and the inspiration for the magazine I had begun.
Indeed, my callow embrace of the idea of “revolution” is
now something of an embarrassment to me. I fell for the marketing. Like most
people on the right, I wanted a certain type of political change. Its urgency
seemed unquestionable to me, as did the wondrous possibilities change could
open up. But America was in no need of a revolution. Actually, it was deserving
of a victory lap. We had won the Cold War. We had reversed Iraq’s evil
ingestion of a neighboring country in the most successful military campaign in
the history of the planet. We had plenty of problems and plenty of soul
sicknesses, but a nation is nothing more than a collection of human beings and,
as the Book of Job says, “man is born unto trouble, just as sparks fly upward.”
Considering all that had gone wrong and could go wrong, we were in a reasonably
good place.
Certainly we were in a better place than we are today.
But even so, just like the old joke has it when a man is asked how his wife is,
“Compared to what?” Trump and his most devoted acolytes think America is rotted
to the core and they are triage surgeons on a bloody battlefield. And that is
why I fear they are charting a course for disaster.
These revolutionaries want to upend the nation-al and
international order. But America does not believe it needs a revolution in
consciousness—indeed, I think it chose Trump in 2024 to bring to an end the
revolutionary period that kicked in with the Covid emergency and the Stalinist
show-trial passions after the killing of George Floyd.
What America needs are better policies and more competent
execution of reasonable ideas. What it’s getting instead is chaos, which is
what Edmund Burke—a supporter of the American Revolution—saw in the French
Revolution. Burke said of the radicals in Paris, “They despise experience as
the wisdom of unlettered men; and as for the rest, they have wrought
underground a mine that will blow up, at one grand explosion, all examples of
antiquity [and] all precedents.”
You say you want a revolution? Well, we don’t all want to
change the world. That’s what I learned after my own embrace of the word as a
young man. I’m not young now; like Coleridge’s wedding guest, I am sadder and
wiser, and it looks like I’m just going to get even more sad as the second
Trump term goes along.
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