Tuesday, September 30, 2025

The F-Word

By Nick Catoggio

Monday, September 29, 2025

 

I can imagine a good-faith case for avoiding the term “fascist” in political criticism.

 

To begin with, the word has been mostly denuded of meaning. For most of the past 80 years, it’s been a lazy left-wing synonym for “domineering right-wing A-hole.” It’s an insult, not a diagnosis.

 

But it’s also more inflammatory than most political insults, enough so that the Supreme Court once carved out an exception to the First Amendment to allow for the prosecution of someone who used it. American soldiers killed a lot of fascists in Europe in the 1940s; a few weeks ago, a fanatic in Utah murdered Charlie Kirk after carving “hey fascist! CATCH!” on a shell casing. To call someone a fascist amounts to saying that his or her ideology can’t peacefully be accommodated in a civil society. It can only be defeated and discredited.

 

That’s the argument against using the word. All you need now is to find a Republican who’s capable of acting in good faith to make it. Good luck.

 

Last week California Gov. Gavin Newsom condemned the conduct of Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) as “authoritarian actions by an authoritarian government.” That was too inflammatory for the president’s right-hand man, the famously un-inflammatory Stephen Miller, who replied, “This language incites violence and terrorism.” The governor’s office responded the way you’d expect: “STEPHEN MILLER IS A FASCIST!”

 

Numerous Republicans in the days since have begun accusing those who use the F-word of inciting violence, and not just the usual MAGA chuds on Twitter. Oklahoma Sen. Markwayne Mullin told CNN, “There’s a thin line between free speech and when it crosses a line and causes violence. And when you start calling someone ‘fascist’ … there is a problem at some point.” On Saturday Wisconsin Rep. Derrick Van Orden one-upped him by claiming that Newsom’s tweet amounted to domestic terrorism under federal law, never mind that the statute defines terrorism explicitly as criminal acts that are “dangerous to human life.”

 

The problem (well, one problem) is that Van Orden himself has used the termfascistin the past to describe his political opponents. So has the president, of course, as well as his highly influential son. So have the chud brigades, needless to say. But maybe no one on the right has used the term as liberally as … Stephen Miller, who returned to it again and again during the Biden years. And the word “authoritarian,” which so alarmed him in Gavin Newsom’s remarks? Of course he used that too.

 

Gotchas are fun, especially when they involve pearl-clutching by a party that otherwise relishes intimidating its opponents. But I don’t think it’s simple hypocrisy or earnest fear of political violence following Kirk’s murder that’s led Miller and the rest to newly abhor the word “fascist.” They abhor it because they know it fairly describes their politics and they worry that, as more Americans come to recognize that, the country might turn against the nationalist project.

 

As the saying goes: A hit dog will holler.

 

Words mean things.

 

Democrats didn’t do much hollering when Donald Trump and Miller accused them of fascism, partly because the president and his movement are forever catastrophizing about everything. From the beginning in 2016, the right-wing rationale for electing him was that America supposedly couldn’t survive another liberal presidency. Calling Democrats “fascists” was just another way for the GOP to try to convince swing voters that the country’s existence somehow depended upon avoiding the tedium of a Kamala Harris administration. It didn’t mean anything. It was just MAGA being MAGA.

 

Look no further than Trump calling Harris a “Marxist, communist, fascist, socialist” on the trail last year. That’s incoherent to the point of being meaningless, a textbook example of what I said earlier about “fascist” having become an empty political insult. And in Trump’s case it may have been emptier than usual: Given all the doomsaying Democrats had done about creeping fascism if he were reelected, he may have tossed the word in for simple, childish “I know you are but what am I?” reasons.

 

The other reason Democrats didn’t do much hollering about being called fascists is because they knew the term wouldn’t stick. Americans do have a vague, distant memory of what fascism looks like, and the neoliberal program just ain’t it. There are many unflattering words we might use about a party that prefers unchecked illegal immigration, takes a soft hand in fighting crime, and condones sensitivity to trans rights to the point where it can’t tell men from women, but “fascist” is not among them.

 

Fascists are scary and proudly so. No one was scared of Harris, Joe Biden, or anyone else in the Democratic Party, as the tough guys of the modern right are normally happy to remind you.

 

Defining what fascism isn’t is easy. Defining what it is can be tricky. The Italian author Umberto Eco, who grew up under Benito Mussolini’s regime, once tried to synthesize the essence of the ideology and ended up with a list of 14 distinguishing characteristics. If you’ve never read his essay (fear not, it’s short), I encourage you to find time today. Those who follow daily political news in America will find the themes familiar.

 

Fascism, according to Eco, is a cult of traditionalism that rejects modern Enlightenment ideals in the belief that they encourage depravity. (“The official Fascist intellectuals were mainly engaged in attacking modern culture and the liberal intelligentsia for having betrayed traditional values.”) It dislikes disagreement and diversity—ideological, racial, and otherwise. It’s obsessed with “plots” and conspiracies, especially involving outsiders, and tends to treat the perpetrators as both supremely powerful yet weak enough to be overcome.

 

It regards politics, if not life itself, as a form of war in which pacifism toward the enemy amounts to betrayal of one’s tribe. It encourages contempt for weakness and uses that to justify an elitism of “strength” in its own ranks. Strength, typically expressed as power and dominance, leads to a culture of machismo within the movement. And that movement, although intensely populist, is highly opportunistic in how it gauges majority opinion. To quote Eco, writing in 1995, “There is in our future a TV or Internet populism, in which the emotional response of a selected group of citizens can be presented and accepted as the Voice of the People.”

 

Finally, fascism speaks in what George Orwell famously called “Newspeak,” a rhetoric of limited vocabulary and syntax in which words lose meaning. “Strong,” “hoax,” “huge,” “beautiful,” “scam,” etc.: Up is down, black is white, neoliberalism is Marxist communist fascist socialism.

 

Eco was describing fascism as an intellectual project, but its political trappings are familiar too. Fascists are authoritarians, and so they clamor for autocracy, in which even economic policy is set by the leader. They regard legal restraints on the autocrat as a threat to public order and will look for emergencies they can exploit to loosen them. They menace their critics in hopes of intimidating the wider public into complying with their agenda. And they pay lip service to democracy as a sop to populism but will connive to remain in power if an election goes against them, insisting the country won’t survive if they stand down.

 

They glorify ruthlessness. Fascists are scary—and proudly so.

 

A hit dog will holler. “Nobody is debating whether Scott Bessent or Doug Burgum is a fascist,” writer Richard Hanania pointed out. “The entire discussion centers around Stephen Miller for a reason.” Miller knows what sort of politics he, his boss, and many other MAGA Republicans are practicing, which I assume is why he reacted to Newsom’s accusation not by indignantly denying that his program is fascist but by trying to browbeat the governor over incitement. Ditto for Van Orden, whose nonsense about domestic terrorism may presage some sort of federal attempt to equate anti-fascist criticism with support for Antifa.

 

Even in deflecting allegations of fascism, in other words, they can’t help but stoop to fascist tactics. “Anyone who calls us authoritarian is going to prison,” Matt Yglesias joked, translating Miller’s demagoguery toward Newsom into plain English. Hanania made the same point less archly: “If you can’t call fascists fascists, then the fascists have won.”

 

I made that point myself the day after Kirk’s assassination, when the effort to mau-mau Trump’s detractors into not calling him a fascist was heating up: It’s dangerous to shout “fire” in a crowded theater—until there really is a fire, in which case it’s dangerous not to. When Bill Maher claims that, at the rate we’re going, the president could be wearing a general’s uniform by Christmas, it’s not because he’s a woke libtard comic. It’s because the president’s agenda is unabashedly postliberal, intent on governing by fear, and almost certainly prepared to blow through whatever institutional constraints remain on its power as events unfold. It’s fascist. Just the way Stephen Miller wanted it.

 

What’s curious to me is why Miller, Van Orden, and the rest are so anxious about being called the F-word.

 

The puke test.

 

A theory has been kicking around for years that one reason younger Americans don’t recoil from the word “communism” the way their elders do is because Republicans have overused it. Describing every Democratic policy initiative since 2009 as communism or socialism has inadvertently convinced some younger liberals with short historical memories that “socialism” isn’t out of the American norm.

 

The GOP mainstreamed the word, and now fledgling lefties no longer blink at it. Fast-forward a few years and actual socialists like Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Zohran Mamdani are suddenly major players in their party.

 

In theory, something similar could happen on the right. The more the word “fascist” is used to describe a Republican president who’s still stratospherically popular in his party, the more comfortable with it younger Republicans will get. Already there are members of Congress who consider themselves “Christian nationalists.” Why not lean in a little further and embrace the F-word too?

 

It’s not like the right would shudder in horror. Earlier this month, for instance, Tucker Carlson happily paid tribute on his program to the most notorious fascist on Earth. “If you think that Joe Biden was a better leader or a better man than Vladimir Putin, like, I don’t even know what to say to you,” he told his viewers. “Putin has been the most effective leader in my lifetime. … Why is he more evil than Joe Biden? I can’t even conceptualize that."

 

A few weeks later Carlson was an honored speaker at Charlie Kirk’s funeral, sharing a stage with the president and vice president. Being pro-fascist is no barrier to major influence on the modern right, in short, so why would declaring oneself a fascist be? You can imagine the spin: If the left wants to call me a fascist for supporting strong borders, low crime, and two genders, I’m happy to wear that label.

 

Frankly, I’d be keen to see GOP voters answer a poll that presented them with the binary choice Tucker imagined. Republicans still don’t think much of Vladimir Putin, notwithstanding Carlson’s best efforts to the contrary, but a baseline assumption of modern right-wing politics is that government by any figure on the right is preferable to government by any figure on the left. If it turned out that the GOP would rather be governed by Putin than by Biden, that would tell us something about how toxic fascism truly is in the party.

 

Still, I think I understand why Miller is reluctant to lean into the F-word.

 

Eight decades later, “fascist” still carries enough of a stench morally to ensure that some voters will puke if they’re stuck with it. Even “communist” doesn’t smell as sickly thanks to its utopian aspirations about freedom from want and equality for all. There is no utopian fascism by contrast; the closest thing is the fascist tribe dominating its enemies and establishing hegemony over them unto eternity.

 

Much of the right would be A-OK with a party like that, I expect. (They already are!) But in a country where even Kamala Harris can get within a point and a half of Trump on Election Day, Miller and the rest of the MAGA brain trust can’t afford to alienate anyone. Reaganites have strained mightily over the last decade to rationalize sticking with an increasingly fascist movement, with plenty of encouragement from prominent “conservatives” like Ted Cruz, but there are signs that that era is ending. Embracing the F-word might cause it to end prematurely. If even 5 percent of the GOP feels obliged to bolt from an overtly fascist party, postliberalism has a problem.

 

Miller and the White House are better off continuing to supply Reaganites with the fig leaf they need to support Trump by deflecting allegations of “fascism” while the president goes about deploying the military in American cities, indicting his political enemies, knocking liberal TV hosts off the air, and harassing left-wing activist groups in the guise of fighting “terrorism.” The illusion that all of this is still more or less recognizably conservative is important to holding the GOP coalition together. For now.

 

Another way to put all of that is to return to my favorite metaphor. The art of frog-boiling is to turn the temperature up gradually, to give the frogs time to adjust. If they wake up one day to find the president and his most trusted lieutenant on TV suddenly admitting to being fascists, they might hop out. Why not just keep doing and saying fascist things without putting a label on them and assume that Americans won’t know—or care—as the points on Eco’s checklist are ticked off one by one?

 

In our decadent country, you don’t need plausible deniability about your party’s fascist agenda to justify your support. Implausible deniability will do.

The Wrong Way to Fight Trump’s Tariffs

By Kevin D. Williamson

Monday, September 29, 2025

 

I am forbidden by the terms of my employment and by professional ethics from giving paid advice to political candidates—but, for pity’s sake: Could somebody, somewhere, teach Democrats how to talk about trade?

 

Case in point: Rebecca Cooke, the Democrat challenging Republican incumbent Derrick Van Orden in Wisconsin’s 3rd Congressional District, wants to pick a fight with the Trump administration over trade policy. Good idea: The Trump administration’s trade policy is a gigantic slop bucket of amateurish buffoonery into which congressional Republicans have dived headlong, and the district Cooke would like to represent includes a bunch of soybean farmers who are getting absolutely hosed—for the second time—by Donald Trump’s incompetence. Most informed observers would likely agree that a team of monkeys who graduated at the very bottom of their monkey community college class would probably produce a more intelligent and coherent policy.

 

Small problem: Cooke doesn’t know a damned thing about trade. Or at least that is the impression her campaign literature gives.

 

Cooke is running for the second time against Derrick Van Orden, a Trump-stroking, self-abasing sycophant who was mixed up in the “Stop the Steal!” nonsense, spends way too much time on social media, and once tried to pass through airport security with a loaded 9mm automatic. Van Orden is a comical figure, one of those former Navy SEALS who likes to remind people he was a SEAL every 11 minutes and who once played a SEAL character in a low-budget movie, “The story is fictional, but the weapons and tactics are real.” He is a manly man’s man, who, in case you may have forgotten, was once a SEAL, and who co-wrote a book (“book”) titled A Book of Man: A Navy SEAL’s Guide to the Lost Art of Manhood.

 

Van Orden is a public servant who once had a public meltdown at a public library, publicly berating a teenage girl working there (he apparently has a thing about flipping out at teenagers) in a rage-filled tantrum over a book called A Day in the Life of Marlon Bundo, a work of satirical fiction that portrays the titular character, Mike Pence’s real-life pet rabbit, as gay. (I am sure that Mike Pence is as straight as the flight path of a neutrino, but if you told me with no context that you had an adult male friend with a pet rabbit named “Marlon Bundo,” I’d assume a very serious interest in musical theater at the very least.) Also, you may not know this, but Van Orden is a former SEAL, albeit a SEAL who must have skipped the day in weapons-handling class when they tell you not to stow a loaded sidearm in your carry-on and try to get past the TSA clowns with it.

 

Van Orden, a former SEAL, is big on tariffs—he’s big on knuckling under to whatever low-rent buffoonery Trump demands of him, at whatever cost to Wisconsin farmers—and, as such, free-traders would have no reason to lament his ejection from the national legislature.

 

But the most important question in politics is—say it with me!—“Compared to what?”

 

Cooke, Van Orden’s Democratic challenger, recently put out a statement calling on the Trump administration to “exempt soybeans from tariffs,” noting that Chinese purchases of U.S. soybeans have collapsed from $12.4 million in 2024—and I’ll just go ahead and note here that her press guy surely meant billion, not million—to approximately squat so far this year. True, but not because of Trump administration tariffs on Chinese soybean imports (which are a real thing, incidentally—as with oil, the United States is both an exporter and importer of soybeans) but because of Chinese sanctions on soybeans imported from the United States. This isn’t a tit-for-tat soybean issue: Beijing has targeted soybeans as part of its retaliation against U.S. tariffs on Chinese exports more broadly and has been doing so off and on since the first Trump administration.

 

We’ve been here before. In the course of the first Trump-launched U.S.-China trade war, U.S. soybean producers once again took it in the shorts while their Brazilian competitors picked up the slack and profited handsomely. There are Chinese tariffs on U.S. soybeans, but these are almost beside the point: One of the things about running a ruthless police state is that the powers that be in Beijing can simply decree that nobody is going to order U.S. soybeans for the time being, and that’s that.

 

Traditionally, the Chinese had imported U.S. soybeans after the Northern Hemisphere harvest and then Brazilian soybeans after the Southern Hemisphere harvest. When Trump and his idiot trade team nuked that market the last time around, the shot-callers in China—where they like to build stuff!—ordered the construction of new storage facilities that would leave Chinese consumers (meat producers, mainly) less dependent on U.S. soybeans. U.S. soybean producers had worked for decades to build relationships that allowed them to thrive in the Chinese market, and they suffered a permanent loss of their hard-won advantages, practically overnight, because Donald Trump is a fool and Peter Navarro is a crackpot.

 

It isn’t just the Brazilians profiting from the evisceration of U.S. soybean exports. Producers in Argentina are getting a slice, too, for similar crop-schedule reasons, and U.S. soybean farmers are particularly galled by the fact that Trump recently announced a bailout of the Argentine government amounting to tens of billions of dollars. Is that in the service of some vital U.S. interest in Argentina? Of course not: It is simply a reflection of the fact that Argentina’s populist president, Javier Milei, has gone out of his way to suck up to Trump, and Trump is a fool for flattery. (A fool in general, true, but a fool especially vulnerable to flattery.) From the New York Times:

 

The American Soybean Association, which has been lobbying for economic support for farmers, said that the “frustration is overwhelming.” The group pointed out that Argentina just lowered its export taxes so that it could sell even more soybeans to China, further undercutting the U.S. farmers who face high Chinese tariffs.

 

“U.S. soybean prices are falling; harvest is underway; and farmers read headlines not about securing a trade agreement with China, but that the U.S. government is extending $20 billion in economic support to Argentina,” said Caleb Ragland, the president of the American Soybean Association.

 

To farmers like Mr. Ragland, a bailout for Argentina, which is undercutting American soybean exports, feels unfair.

 

Un-dumbing the U.S.-China trade relationship so that soybean farmers can go back to serving their biggest export market may not be possible. But if it is possible, it is not a matter of the Trump administration ending tariffs on Chinese soybeans or somehow convincing the Chinese to end tariffs on U.S. soybeans while the U.S. government continues to conduct a broader trade war. The Chinese didn’t choose soybeans at random—they know how to make a trade war hurt. If you want U.S. exporters to have access to the Chinese market, you cannot get there by mucking around with soybean policy in isolation—you have to clarify and stabilize the overall trade relationship, which will necessarily include reducing U.S. barriers (tariffs, etc.) to Chinese exports. If you want something from Beijing, you have to give Beijing something Beijing wants, too: That’s how negotiation works. Our president, however much he likes to pretend to be a world-class negotiator, is utterly incompetent when it comes to that sort of thing.

 

But Cooke is not really making a case for a broader tariff-reduction or trade-liberalization policy, vis-à-vis China or in general. When I put the question to her press guy, the answer was ... unsatisfying. “Rebecca Cooke wants to protect Wisconsin soybean farmers from further financial pain by taking soybeans out of the trade war fight,” he told me. “The onus is on Trump and Republicans to deliver relief.” That’s a piss-poor answer for more than one reason: On the specific policy question, there isn’t any way to simply carve soybeans out of the dispute: China’s position as a buyer of U.S. soybean exports is not quite monopsony, but it is big enough to inflict a lot of pain on a politically sensitive U.S. industry that doesn’t have a very good next-best scenario. As a more general matter, it makes me want to grow my hair out just enough to pull some out when somebody who seeks to wield the awesome powers of Article I of the United States Constitution acts like she’s signing up to be some helpless waif whose only job is to whine about the president and his party and demand that somebody do something.

 

Why in Hell does Rebecca Cooke want to be in Congress if she thinks that the only people who can do something about U.S. trade policy are Donald Trump and his supine yes-men in Congress? It is true that Democrats are in the minority. It is also true that they wish to be in the majority, presumably for the sake of trying to do something about this issue and others. Why not be more frank and energetic about what they propose to do other than moan about Republican incompetence—which, at this point, is like moaning about mosquitoes at a Louisiana lakehouse in August: Nobody likes it, but it seems to be the natural order of things.

 

Donald Trump may be the proximate cause of our trade chaos, but the problem is, at heart, one created by Congress, which has ceded too much power to the executive branch, among other things unconstitutionally delegating its tax powers to the president by permitting him to create taxes and set tax rates on a freelance basis as long as they are taxes on imports. Not only is this a problem that can be fixed by Congress, it is one that can only be fixed by Congress.

 

Democrats are right when they argue that there is not going to be any end to these trade misadventures while Mike Johnson, that wondrously gutless Trump enabler, is speaker of the House. Johnson has gone as far as to use procedural shenanigans in the Rules Committee to preemptively rule any attempted House votes that would threaten Trump’s patently unconstitutional tariff project “out of order”—as things stand, no such votes can be conducted through March of next year, meaning that even if Congress did muster the gumption to do something about this aspect of the imperial presidency, nothing will happen because the speaker of the House answers to the president rather than the House, having chosen to subordinate himself to the executive branch and, thus, to forsake his actual constitutional duties.

 

When I talk to Democrats, they try to convince me that they are where I am on trade. But Democrats are not running on a free-trade platform. They are running on a platform of pretending that economic tradeoffs aren’t real or that they can be magicked away with sufficient cleverness in policymaking and rhetoric.

 

Democrats—even farm-state Democrats—have a hard time making a forthright case for free (or simply more liberal) trade on either principled or pragmatic grounds, because many of their most important constituents are just as nationalistic as the econoxenophobes in the Trump movement while a good share of the rest of them hate capitalism, full stop, and are not going to be much moved by free-trade arguments. Rank-and-file Democrats are much more intensely nationalistic than you might imagine: I once attended a Bernie Sanders campaign event at which foreign-made cars were banned from the parking lot. (In Michigan’s automotive heartland? No, surrounded by the cornfields of Iowa.) Tariffs and trade protectionism are remarkably popular across the partisan divide—that’s one of the ways you know they are stupid.

 

And that is one reason why Cooke, who can obviously see the benefits of opening markets for Wisconsin farmers, proposes to create new trade barriers, for example in the form of expanded agricultural subsidies for local farming interests, acting in the grand tradition of proposing to bribe the voters with their own money. Farmers may understand the value of integrated global markets, but no Democrat wants to trot on down to the local union hall and explain that we’re reducing or removing tariffs on Chinese-made electric vehicles and household appliances in order to restore U.S. agribusiness’s access to its most important export market.

 

Not to belabor the Hayekian point, but what we have here is an excellent example of highly efficient and capable producers—the astonishingly sophisticated American farmer—being hamstrung by populist policy in order to protect the interests of less efficient and less productive firms, including middling American manufacturers. American manufacturers at large are far from a middling group, and Boeing doesn’t need to hide behind a tariff wall. Neither does Dell. Neither does Micron Technologies, which has been more inconvenienced by tariffs than protected by them, something that is true for many U.S. firms with global reach, global operations, global supply chains, and—in case anybody is paying attention—global policy vulnerabilities of the sort that you might want to take into account before launching an idiotic trade war. Like American wine producers, many U.S. manufacturers end up being kneecapped by tariffs that are supposed to hobble their competitors, because those tariffs are enacted by a bunch of lawyers in Washington who have no idea how the industries they purport to manage actually work.

 

There’s a lot to the trade issue. It is complicated. And I understand why Cooke’s press spokesman complained to me about his candidate “being held to the standard of ‘solve the U.S.-China mess’ when the release we put out talks about protecting soybean farmers.” (These poor press guys apparently never stop to think that the half-assed stuff they too often put out will land, from time to time, in the inbox of somebody who knows about the issue and actually gives a damn about it.) My response to that is: Read Article I of the Constitution and then tell me why I shouldn’t expect someone who wants to sit in the House of Representatives to do the goddamned job, including the very hard and thankless and politically difficult work of solving the U.S.-China trade mess. Because the House is where that work gets done if it gets done—it is where the mess gets cleaned up, if it ever is to be cleaned up.

 

The Democrats are right in the first part of their analysis: The tariffs are hurting both U.S. producers and consumers, and the madness is not going to end while Mike Johnson—or any similarly servile water-carrier for Trump—is in the speaker’s chair. But that’s just the beginning of the conversation.

 

Trade-offs are a real thing, and Democrats are in a real bind between constituencies that have different interests, different priorities, and different preferences where trade is concerned. Unfortunately, Democrats in power have dealt with that mainly by continuing Trump’s trade policies—which is more or less what the Biden administration did, keeping most of the tariffs from the first Trump administration in place, indulging the same kind of illiterate economic nationalism, as well as maintaining various forms of non-tariff protectionism. Democrats hardly have clean hands on this: I am old enough to remember 2012, when Democrats ran ads denouncing Mitt Romney as an “economic traitor”—and is there a dumber, Trumpier formulation than that?—for his liberal views on trade. Barack Obama spent a good deal of time talking about a “new nationalism”—Obama’s own words, referencing Teddy Roosevelt—lampooning those with pro-trade views as people who believe that “the market will take care of everything.”

 

Democrats are going to have to do better than that kind of cheap horsepucky and better than Cooke’s special-pleading for strictly parochial interests if they want to move the ball on the trade issue—and maybe along the way pick up a few votes from people who care about that issue, who tend to be the affluent and educated cosmopolitan professionals who are today a natural Democratic constituency.

 

But, for goodness’s sake, don’t go around talking as though a House seat were simply a perch from which to pronounce preferences about policy outcomes. John Quincy Adams had a disappointing presidency that ended with his humiliating defeat by arch-rival Andrew Jackson. Adams did not spend the rest of his life monetizing his celebrity and connections—he returned to the House of Representatives and spent the rest of his life there, doing work that he believed to be important. He dealt with a lot of big issues, including slavery—and he never protested that the onus was on Andrew Jackson to figure it out.

 

And Furthermore ...

 

There is a great scene in The Paper, maybe the greatest movie ever made about newspapers, in which a New York City parking commissioner (played by Jason Alexander) who has been the target of a crusade by a tabloid columnist (played by a perfectly cracked Randy Quaid) has a tearful breakdown and demands (at gunpoint!) to know: “Why did you have to pick on me?” The exasperated columnist answers: “You work for the city. It was your turn.” I don’t think Rebecca Cooke is any worse (or, alas, much better) than any other Democratic office-seeker on this issue. Why am I picking on her? Because her press release landed in my inbox. Because it is her turn.

 

Economics for English Majors

 

One of the things that cost John Quincy Adams the presidency was the Tariff of 1828, a.k.a. the “Tariff of Abominations.” Farmers hated it because it raised prices for many ordinary goods (farmers were, in the main, a relatively low-income group concentrated in the South) and did nothing for their overseas markets, while northern manufacturers did not much like it, either, because it raised the cost of many of their raw materials and other inputs. Everybody expected the bill to die ignominiously, but some New England manufacturers and their representatives in Congress reluctantly supported the bill because they wanted to entrench protectionism in principle. According to legend, the Tariff of Abominations was an intentionally bad bill, written to discomfit Adams’s congressional allies, and many observers were surprised when so many New Englanders voted for it and Adams signed it. Everybody knew it was a bad deal, but the president and his allies supported it for messaging purposes—they passed a dumb law to prove to its victims that they were on their side. Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose. I am a fan of both Presidents Adams, but this was not John Quincy’s finest hour.

 

Words About Words

 

“Do we believe all women, or do we not?” The New York Times quotes a reader discussing Amy Griffin’s almost certainly fictitious “memoir” recounting supposed sexual abuse by a middle-school teacher, the memory of which she supposedly recovered while taking MDMA, an illegal hallucinogenic drug.

 

The specific question there—“Do we believe all women?”—is reasonably easy to answer: No, of course not. There is some debate about how prevalent false reporting is when it comes to claims of sexual assault, sexual abuse, and sexual harassment, but no serious observer believes that the rate of false reporting is 0.00 percent.

 

I know a little something about this owing to the fact that I once was asked to review a memoir written by Lena Dunham, the gifted actress and screenwriter, in which she recounted being raped at Oberlin by a College Republican named Barry, an account that was, like a good deal else in Dunham’s supposed memoir, pretty obviously made-up. But there was a prominent College Republican named Barry at Oberlin during Dunham’s time there. I interviewed him about the book (something no one else had bothered to do) and printed his version of the story—not only that he had not raped Lena Dunham but that he had never had any kind of encounter with her and did not know her at school. Dunham did about what you would expect her to do, claiming that she hadn’t meant to indicate that Barry but a different man (Barry is an uncommon name, not among the top 1,000 men’s names in the United States, and Republicans are not exactly planted thick on the ground at Oberlin) while her publisher, Random House, promised to revise the book and paid a small settlement (legal fees) to the real-life Barry who had been smeared.

 

Believe all women? Not Lena Dunham, surely.

 

Slogans have a way of overpowering critical thought. Jonah Goldberg wrote about this at considerable length in The Tyranny of Clichés. As anybody who remembers the “Satanic panic” hoaxes of the 1980s and 1990s surely knows, “recovered memories” are by and large baloney, hokum, and pseudoscience. And as those of us who made a lot of bad decisions earlier in life can tell you, MDMA does not have the kind of effects described by Griffin, whose family just happens to be invested in an MDMA-oriented business. (The Times’ reporting on this is excellent, good work by Katherine Rosman and Elizabeth Egan.) There is no evidence at all that the events recounted by Griffin happened—to her, anyway: Another classmate with whom she was acquainted says she suffered similar sexual assaults, with details nearly identical to the ones Griffin describes, perpetrated by a different teacher.

 

Like Dunham, Griffin is a child of privilege (her socially prominent family grew wealthy operating Toot’n Totum convenience stores in Amarillo, Texas, where I was born and spent part of my childhood), and it is not uncommon for such people to invent struggles and trauma for themselves, providing their pampered lives with a kind of moral glow. At a social event a couple of years ago, I heard a young woman from a wealthy family being lionized for overcoming all of the many obstacles in her life and for having the guts to “leave home” at the age of 15—“leaving home” in this case being another way of saying that she attended a fancy boarding school before going on to enjoy her trust fund. One can only imagine what it took to overcome that.

 

Slogans are powerful because words are powerful. We have to be on guard against allowing ourselves to be overpowered by them. We owe it to justice—and to victims of sexual abuse—to use our brains in such a way as to enable us to do keep more than one thing in our heads at a time: that women coming forward with claims of abuse deserve a sympathetic hearing and a thorough investigation of their complaints, and that at least some of them are not telling the truth. People make false claims of sexual abuse fairly commonly—ask a retired family-law judge if you doubt that. People who are paid something on the order of $1 million to write a memoir are paid that amount because the publisher expects that the book will sell well enough to justify the advance—and the financial incentives there sometimes, unfortunately, produce fiction masquerading as nonfiction. We have developed something very close to a language taboo that prevents us from saying to non-credible sources—say, Christine Blasey Ford—something as simple as, “I do not believe your story.”

 

Believe all women? No, of course not. Believe all men? No. Believe all politicians? Priests? Professors? No, no, no. Listen? Yes. Think? Yes. Take serious things seriously? Yes.

 

In Closing

 

In general, I prefer that people feel good about themselves. But there are some people who should be feeling kind of stupid right now: people who supported Donald Trump because they thought he would end the weaponization of the federal government in general and of the Justice Department in particular; soybean farmers who supported him because they believed he is a smart businessman and because they were spooked by conspiracy theories and nonsense about “cultural Marxism”; people who thought he would end the Russian war against Ukraine quickly and on reasonable terms; etc. The problem with democracy is not the demagogue—it is the demos.

Mississippi Learning: Educational Success Is a ‘Choice’ After All

By Charles C. W. Cooke

Monday, September 29, 2025

 

Perhaps the most dubious among the many indignant clichés that are trotted out during our interminable political arguments is the claim that the continued existence of this or that intractable social ill is “a choice.” Jesus told us in Tiberius’s time that the poor will always be among us, but, to the Democratic socialists, this contention still seems absurd. If we could just tax Elon Musk or pass Medicare for All or mandate free school lunches nationwide, they insist, such problems would be relegated to history. In its present, quasi-utopian form, the American right often finds itself tempted by the same call. If only its enemies would relent, all would be well abroad the land. “Tradeoff,” alas, has become one of the last profane words in the language, for all that stands between us and the sunlit uplands is will, bellicosity, and derring-do.

 

And yet sometimes — mirabile dictu! — there arises a contrast so acute, so clear, so utterly, head-spinningly obvious that even the least excitable among us are tempted to shout, “Damn it, the Quixotes were right all along — it’s a choice, it’s a choice, it’s a choice!” This month, we were treated to such a contrast, courtesy of two education-sector stories that, taken together, ought to remind us that enthusiasm can be a positive, as well as a malign, political force.

 

The first story was that, per the Department of Education’s National Assessment of Educational Progress, the state of Mississippi has continued to make extraordinary progress in childhood literacy. Not only has Mississippi gone from a ranking of 49th in the country for fourth-grade reading to ninth, but these improvements have been felt across the board. According to Kelsey Piper over at The Argument,

 

The difference is most pronounced if you look at the most disadvantaged students. In California, only 28% of Black fourth graders read at or above basic level, for instance, compared to 52% in Mississippi. But it’s not just that Mississippi has raised the floor. It has also raised the ceiling: The state is also one of the nation’s best performers when you look at students who are not “economically disadvantaged.”

 

The bottom line, Piper concludes, is that students in Mississippi — and, to a similar extent, in Louisiana, Alabama, and Tennessee — “haven’t just caught up to your state; they are now wildly outperforming it.” Frederick Hess wrote about the “good-news story brewing down South” in the October issue of National Review.

 

The second story was that the Chicago Teachers Union decided to “honor the life and legacy” of Assata Shakur — an anti-American terrorist, bank robber, and murderer, who, in 1973, killed a state trooper in cold blood. Shakur was sentenced to life in prison, but after just six years she managed to escape to Cuba, where she lived the rest of her life under the protection of the Cuban Communist party.

 

As of 2024, only 22 percent of Chicago’s eleventh-grade students were able to read at grade level, and even fewer were proficient in math.

 

This juxtaposition is important — not because the answers to our education problems are simple, or because perfection is just one vote away, or because one political side has a monopoly on good ideas, but because, in this instance, one institution (Mississippi) is attempting to educate children, and another institution (the Chicago Teachers Union) is not.

 

To an average observer, this may sound rather odd. For decades, “Mississippi” was a byword for backwardness and pedagogical failure, whereas the Chicago Teachers Union has the word “teachers” in its title and insists publicly that it exists to advance the interest of students. But times change, and so do incentives, and it seems clear now that whatever presumptions one might have historically applied to those two organizations ought to be swiftly and emphatically reversed. Put simply, Mississippi is succeeding in education because Mississippi wants to succeed in education, and because Mississippi has resolved to abandon all extraneous considerations that stand in the way of that task. Put simply, Chicago is failing in education because Chicago does not want to succeed in education, and because Chicago has decided to elevate every conceivable extraneous consideration over the successful pursuit of that end.

 

In politics, the desire to make something better is necessary but not sufficient. There are people who wish devoutly to improve a particular problem who will nevertheless fail. As with the poor, the illiterate and the underachieving will always be with us, and there is no amount of care or funding or zeal that will change that. But, just as most of life begins with just showing up, so most political success begins with wanting to succeed. That part, at least, is a choice.

Fully MAGA-fied Christianity

By Peter Wehner

Monday, September 29, 2025

 

The contrast could hardly have been greater.

 

During a memorial service for Charlie Kirk, held in a stadium filled with nearly 100,000 people, Erika Kirk, the wife of the slain right-wing activist, expressed both her profound love for her husband and the profound grief brought on by his death. It was the speech of a woman deeply influenced by her Christian faith. And it included remarkable words, which she struggled to say but was still able to articulate.

 

“My husband, Charlie, he wanted to save young men, just like the one who took his life,” Kirk said. “That young man. That young man. On the cross, our Savior said, ‘Father, forgive them, for they not know what they do.’ That man—that young man—I forgive him. I forgive him because it was what Christ did. And it’s what Charlie would do. The answer to hate is not hate. The answer we know from the Gospel is love and always love. Love for our enemies and love for those who persecute us.”

 

The audience rose to its feet to applaud in support of the grieving widow. But there was another speaker yet to come.

 

Donald Trump, following Erika Kirk, said Charlie was “a missionary with a noble spirit and a great, great purpose. He did not hate his opponents. He wanted the best for them.” But then the president, diverting from his script, couldn’t resist voicing his dissent. “That’s where I disagreed with Charlie,” Trump said. “I hate my opponent. And I don’t want the best for them.” He added, “I’m sorry, Erika.” The audience began to laugh and to cheer. Trump gave them a knowing smile. A man who lies about nearly everything couldn’t bring himself to lie about his hate for his opponents.

 

***

 

What Trump said at the Kirk memorial service was hardly a revelation. President Trump has in the past made clear his disagreement with, and even his contempt for, some of the core teachings of Jesus. So has his son Don Jr., who told a Turning Point USA gathering in 2021 that turning the other cheek has “gotten us nothing.”

 

Donald Trump, decades before he ran for the presidency, acknowledged that he’s a man filled with hate and driven by vengeance. It’s not simply that those qualities are part of who he is; it is that he draws strength from the dark passions.

 

Trump has spent nearly every day of the past decade confirming that he lacks empathy. He sees himself as both entitled and as a victim. He’s incapable of remorse. He’s driven by an insatiable need for revenge. And he enjoys inflicting pain on others.

 

It’s no longer an interesting question as to why Trump is an almost perfect inversion of the moral teachings of Jesus; the answer can be traced to a damaged, disordered personality that has tragically warped his soul. What is an interesting question is why those who claim that the greatest desire of their life is to follow Jesus revere such a man and seem willing to follow him, instead, to the ends of the earth.

 

***

 

It’s a complicated matter to untangle. For a significant number of evangelical Protestants the explanation is fairly straightforward: They celebrate the Trump ethic; it pervades their church and their faith communities.

 

Within this world exists a subculture that includes the so-called TheoBros, men who often identify as Christian nationalists who see themselves as theological warriors. In this subculture, compassion is viewed as a weakness; bullying and abusive language, snide putdowns, misogyny, and “owning the libs” are fashionable. They’re the Christian version of shock jocks.

 

One example: Pastor Joel Webbon, an influential figure within this world, believes that women should be denied the right to vote. Women’s suffrage was “just one liberal attempt by people who hated Christ to sever the covenant bond between husband and wife.” Extending voting rights to women has, he believes, proved a terrible mistake. “I want strong marriages, I want cohesive households, I want representative government all the way down to the family, and I also want babies not murdered. I don’t want drag-queen story hour, I don’t want rainbow jihad, and none of that could happen if women couldn’t vote.” Musing about how nationalism got a bad name, Webbon blamed an “Austrian painter who might, depending on your World War II history, might have been a little overly zealous. I personally, I don’t have—I don’t really have a dog in the fight.” You get the point.

 

Many of the leaders within the Christian-MAGA movement are autocratic, arrogant, and controlling; they lack accountability, demand unquestioned loyalty, and try to intimidate their critics, especially those within their church or denomination. The grievances and resentment they feel are impossible to overstate; they are suffering from a persecution complex. Fully MAGA-fied Christians view Trump as the “ultimate fighting machine,” in the words of the historian Kristin Kobes Du Mez, and they love him for it. The most militant and fanatical Trump supporters refer to our era as a “Bonhoeffer moment.” (The phrase is meant to draw parallels between the “woke left” in America and Nazism.) Hard-core MAGA Christians hardly make up the whole of American evangelicalism and fundamentalism, but they do constitute a large part of it, and they are on the ascendancy.

 

***

 

The churches and denominations that are not militantly MAGA but are still overwhelmingly composed of Trump supporters often get less attention than churches and denominations that are hyper-politicized, but they’re also essential to the Trump coalition. So it’s useful to understand the complex dynamic at play in those spaces.

 

I say complex because, every Sunday, millions of Christians attend churches that are nondenominational and that are affiliated with conservative Protestant denominations. These churches aren’t particularly political, and they are led by pastors who preach thoughtfully on topics such as loving your enemy and turning the other cheek, which Jesus talked about during his Sermon on the Mount; and on verses like this one, found in the Book of Ephesians, written by the Apostle Paul: “Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”

 

The great majority of people attending these churches wouldn’t consider those verses to be woke talking points; they would view them as the inerrant word of God. They would earnestly pray that those words would sanctify their life and that they would become more like Jesus. And almost to a person, these congregants would say that Christ is at the center of their life, their “all in all.”

 

Yet many of them will spend part of the rest of the week, and maybe much of the rest of the week, in the right-wing echo chamber, in the company of conflict entrepreneurs, having their emotions inflamed, feeling the same way toward their enemies as Donald Trump does toward his enemies. And it will all make perfect sense to them.

 

***

 

“It grieves me to see people I’ve known for years (some as far back as the Jesus Movement of the 1970s) seduced by a mean-spirited culture-war Christianity that is but a perverse caricature of the authentic faith formed around Jesus of Nazareth,” Brian Zahnd, a pastor and author, posted on social media recently. “Yes, it grieves me terribly.”

 

That grief is shared by many of us, and Zahnd’s comment raises these questions: How did the seduction of so many evangelicals happen? And how did Donald Trump, of all people, win not just their votes but their hearts?

 

The answer is convoluted and theological in nature. For far too many Christians, faith, although an important part of their life, is not primary, and it’s even less often transformative. Russell Moore, editor in chief of Christianity Today, has said that Jesus is a “hood ornament” for many American Christians. The expectation of, among others, the Apostle Paul wasn’t human perfection. He believed that original sin touched every human life, and many of his Epistles were written to address serious problems within the Church.

 

But his assumption, and not his alone, was that Christians, because of their faith, were to be “set apart”—“ministers of reconciliation” known for their love and mercy, holy and blameless and above reproach, without malice, and free of bitterness, rage, and anger. Christianity was supposed to bring an internal transformation, a profound inner shift in a person’s identity and motivations. In a warped and crooked generation, the Book of Philippians tells us, followers of Jesus were to be blameless and pure, children of God, shining like stars in the sky. Elsewhere we’re told that the fruit of the Holy Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

 

Throughout history, countless people have had their lives transformed by faith and by grace, and have helped to bring healing to a broken world. It has been an enormous gift to me to know such people in the here and now; I have profiled several of them in The Atlantic. I know many more.

 

But they are exceptional, and if we’re honest—if Christians are honest—the gap between how those who claim to be followers of Jesus conduct themselves versus how others in the world conduct themselves is often narrow, if it exists at all. We see that in high-profile scandals and in people’s daily lives, where abusive behavior, harsh judgmentalism, and unkindness are spread pretty equally among believers and unbelievers.

 

What’s happened, then, is that faith isn’t nearly as central to the life of many Christians as they say it is, or that they wish it were. Christianity has its own semantic world, phrases and buzzwords that are meant to convey the importance of faith in our life. In many cases, though, these are expressions of an aspiration, not the reflection of a current reality.

 

When people in church services sing hymns of praise that declare, “Make me a channel of your peace; where there is hatred let me bring your love; where there is injury, your pardon, Lord; and where there’s doubt, true faith in you,” those are authentic expressions of real desires. But they often have a short half-life; they can be undone by midweek, especially if you happen to spend time on social media or listen to podcasts that stir up the dark passions. Peacemaking is not the coin of that realm.

 

In my experience, pastors tend to see that better than most of the rest of us. Their appeal, Sunday after Sunday, is for their congregants to “live a life worthy of the calling you have received.” They know that many in their congregation stumble and fall in answering that calling, and the honest pastors know that they often stumble themselves, too. We all do.

 

I say all this to provide context for my next observation, which may help explain this moment: Politics fills the void left by faith, and it’s doing so in ways that I’ve never quite seen before. For many fundamentalists and evangelicals, politics meets the longing and the needs that aren’t being met by churches and traditional faith communities. If there is something useful that has come of the Trump era, and there’s not much, it is that it has offered a diagnostic CT scan of much of American Christianity. Trump and the MAGA movement capitalized on, and then amplified, the problems facing Christian communities, but they did not create them.

 

Politics, especially culture-war politics, provides many fundamentalists and evangelicals with a sense of community and a common enemy. It gives purpose and meaning to their life, turning them into protagonists in a great drama pitting good against evil. They are vivified by it. And they reassure one another, time and again, that the dark passions are actually expressions of righteousness. They consecrate their resentments. As a result, they deform what many of us consider to be the most compelling voice and life there ever was, an itinerant preacher who 2,000 years ago traveled throughout Galilee and Judea, teaching new commandments on some days and healing the sick and the social outcasts on others, all the while proclaiming the Kingdom of God.

 

Donald Trump might not be perfect, his religious supporters concede, but he is fighting on the side of the angels. He’s a modern-day Cyrus, the Persian king who allowed the Jews to end their captivity and return to their homeland. The hand of the Lord is upon this president. And they will stand with him every step of the way. That is why people at the Charlie Kirk memorial service could be moved by the words of forgiveness by Erika Kirk and also inspired by the words of hate by the president of the United States. They can move easily between two worlds. But they are encamping in the world of moral ugliness, a world of antipathy, and, for now, they seem quite at home there.

 

***

 

We don’t know how it will end. But here’s what I do know, or at least what my understanding of the Christian faith has taught me to believe: We are called to be faithful, not necessarily successful, for success lies beyond our powers. This world is broken but beautiful, a gift from God, and the good in this world is worth fighting for. One life on this Earth is all we get, and, in the words of the pastor and theologian Frederick Buechner, “at the very least we are fools if we do not live it as fully and bravely and beautifully as we can.” God is far more resplendent than the theologies and doctrines about God that we humans construct. And, as the writer Rachel Held Evans put it, “faith is always a risk. No matter what we believe, there’s always the chance we might be wrong. But the story of Jesus is just the story I’m willing to risk being wrong about.”

A Russian Defeat in Ukraine Would Help the West Elsewhere

By Zineb Riboua

Tuesday, September 30, 2025

 

The war in Ukraine has become a central test of American power. Its outcome will determine NATO’s credibility, Europe’s security, and China’s calculations regarding Taiwan. President Trump, in a recent post on Truth Social, said, “We will continue to supply weapons to NATO for NATO to do what they want with them.” The phrasing was crude, but it carried an important admission: NATO remains an American-led alliance, and U.S. support for Ukraine is not peripheral to that system — it is central to its preservation.

 

The struggle in Ukraine does not end at Europe’s borders. Its outcome shapes the balance of power in the Middle East and Asia. A Russian breakthrough would sap Europe’s strength and give Beijing room to expand its influence. China is already exploiting the distraction to coordinate more closely with Moscow, deepen energy and defense ties with Iran, and press its advantage in Asia. The war also sustains Iran and North Korea, whose drones and artillery feed directly into Russia’s campaign. Shipments from Tehran, shells from Pyongyang, and oil revenues from Beijing all reinforce the anti-U.S. network, gaining momentum from Moscow’s defiance.

 

In fact, Putin’s invasion of Ukraine has given his partners new opportunities, with China benefiting the most. Cut off from Western markets, Moscow has turned to Beijing, which has quickly expanded its influence across trade, energy, and military cooperation. Chinese imports of Russian crude more than doubled, reaching $62.6 billion in 2024, while total trade surged to $245 billion. The yuan now accounts for nearly 40 percent of Russia’s international transactions, advancing Beijing’s push to internationalize its currency.

 

This realignment has created an interdependence that serves Beijing. With Western suppliers cut off, China has stepped in to provide automobiles, electronics, and semiconductor equipment, leaving Russia dependent on the Chinese industry. That dependence gives Beijing leverage over critical supply chains and makes it the main sponsor of Moscow’s war ambitions.

 

Semiconductor trade data show this dynamic most clearly. In 2023, about 90 percent of Russia’s microchip imports came from China, a crucial input for its weapons systems and military equipment. By sustaining this trade, Beijing has become indispensable to Moscow’s war machine. Political alignment reinforces the bond, and a Russian victory would only strengthen the arrangement by securing Moscow as China’s long-term supplier of energy and resources.

 

North Korea now supplies just under half of all artillery shells used by Russian forces and has even sent troops to the battle lines to gain combat experience and modernize their arsenal. Iran provides swarms of cheap and lethal drones that have reshaped the battlefield. These contributions keep Moscow fighting, but behind all of them is China. Beijing enables these regimes to bypass sanctions, props up their economies, and turns their involvement into a strategic gain. It studies how Western systems respond to these weapons, folds those lessons into its own planning, and factors them into its calculus concerning Taiwan.

 

In effect, for China, the benefits of the war extend beyond trade and energy. Ukraine has become a live-fire laboratory where Iranian drones and North Korean artillery are tested against NATO-standard defenses. Each strike gives Beijing a chance to study Western technology, vulnerabilities, and response times, offering a preview of how Western systems might perform in a Taiwan conflict. Furthermore, the war depletes Western stockpiles and exposes the limits of allied supply chains, providing China with a clearer understanding of how long Washington and its partners can sustain a high-intensity conflict. Finally, Ukraine has become a proving ground for hybrid warfare, propaganda, and disinformation campaigns aimed at dividing democratic publics and testing the cohesion of alliances. Xi Jinping will carefully weigh all these lessons as he plans for Taiwan.

 

While Ukraine teaches Beijing how the West fights, it also provides China with an opportunity to rally the Global South against U.S. leadership. Beijing and Moscow constantly cast themselves as champions of a multipolar order and present Western support for Ukraine as proof of hypocrisy and overreach. BRICS has become the institutional face of this strategy, bringing together countries that resent U.S. dominance of global finance. China presents itself as the economic alternative and Russia as the military counterweight, together claiming to defend sovereignty against Western interference. Moscow’s ability to wage war without serious consequences strengthens that message, feeding the perception that U.S. leadership is eroding and that its alliances cannot endure.

 

A Russian victory would give that perception real weight. A loss in Ukraine would trap Europe in a decade of instability and leave America without the allies it needs in Asia. European governments would be compelled to spend their political and financial resources on rebuilding defenses at home rather than collaborating with Washington in the Indo-Pacific. At the same time, U.S. partnerships in the Middle East would fragment. Allies already hedging between Washington and Beijing would come to see American guarantees as unreliable, creating hesitation and confusion just as China positions itself as an alternative partner. Across the Global South, the signal would be unmistakable: China stands as the rallying point for anti-U.S. sentiment. Most dangerous of all, deterrence would fail. Beijing would see in Ukraine the proof it needs that aggression pays and that America lacks the will to stop an invasion of Taiwan.

 

A Ukrainian victory would reshape the balance. First, it would restore deterrence by showing that aggression fails. Russia would be cut down as China’s principal partner, Iran and North Korea would lose their battlefield laboratory, and Beijing would think twice before testing America’s resolve in East Asia. Second, it would reinforce the cohesion of the U.S.-led alliance system. The broader network of states that sustains Moscow and amplifies China’s challenge would be weakened, proving that American partnerships remain the backbone of global stability.

 

Since the start of his administration, President Trump has stressed the need to bring the war to a close. He is right to highlight that goal, but the terms of any settlement matter. An end that leaves NATO stronger and Russia weaker would restore stability and credibility. An end that rewards aggression would invite more of it and deliver to Moscow, Beijing, and their partners everything they seek.

What the Left’s Eulogies for Assata Shakur Reveal

By Noah Rothman

Monday, September 29, 2025

 

Cuban authorities have not said what caused the late Joanne Chesimard’s death. They say only that the 78-year-old passed away from health complications arising from old age, and we have no reason to disbelieve them. Chesimard spent the last 40 years residing comfortably in Havana as a guest of the communist state: a teacher, a writer, a lecturer, and, most important — indeed, her foremost value to the Cuban regime — a fugitive from American justice.

 

The nom de guerre by which Chesimard is known to most Americans, Assata Olugbala Shakur, is more likely to trigger dim recollections of the crimes that made her into a figure of veneration among those who promote the notion that the United States of America is an illegitimate regime. In his book, Days of Rage, the author Bryan Burrough described her as “the purest expression of revolutionary ardor” — “a ferocious, machine-gun-toting, grenade-tossing, spitting-mad Bonnie Parker for the 1970s, an archetype for a series of badass heroines heralded in Foxy Brown, Get Christie Love!, and other blacksploitation films of the day.”

 

A City College student before falling in with elements that would later compose the Black Liberation Army, Shakur was an instrumental element of many of the outfit’s plots, most of which were designed to foment revolution in America by first killing cops. Shakur evaded justice until 1973 when she and her BLA associates were pulled over on the side of the New Jersey Turnpike.

 

According to law enforcement’s account, Shakur was among the BLA assets who started shooting when an officer discovered a semiautomatic pistol magazine in the vehicle. Trooper James Harper was wounded in the exchange of fire. His colleague, Trooper Werner Forrester, was shot twice in the head with his own gun. Assata Shakur would be wounded before her arrest — her compatriot, Zayd Shakur, was shot and killed.

 

Chesimard’s allies maintain that her injury was sustained only after she had surrendered to police, but a jury saw fit to convict her of, among other charges, first-degree murder. But two years after her conviction, and with the aid of other militant groups of the era — including the all-female communist guerilla group “May 19” and an insurgent outfit calling itself “The Family” — Assata Shakur was freed from New Jersey’s Clinton Correctional Facility for Women, eventually making her way to Cuba in 1984.

 

Shakur’s story has long endeared her to America’s radicals. But whereas we could once say that the radicals were relegated to the fringes of American public life, they are front and center today — in command of some of the country’s most influential institutions.

 

Evidence of her enduring cult of personality is apparent in her erstwhile alma mater, City College, briefly naming a community center after the convicted cop killer, as well as a 2017 social media post by the Women’s March organization hailing Shakur’s accomplishments on her birthday. “A woman’s place is in the struggle,” wrote the outfit that Senator Kirsten Gillibrand would later call “the suffragettes of our time.” It was apparent in a 2013 Washington Post profile of Shakur that celebrated her enduring cultural relevance. She is name-checked in the “Rapper Common’s ‘A Song for Assata’” and the hip-hop group Public Enemy’s oeuvre. It was betrayed by the slogan that adorned T-shirts during the riots that engulfed Ferguson, Mo., in 2014 and Baltimore, Md., in 2015: “Assata Taught Me.”

 

That cultish reverence has been out in force since news of Shakur’s death hit the wires over the weekend.

 

“To many Black people she was a folk hero,” the New York Times matter-of-factly declared. “For decades, Assata Shakur has been a towering figure in American movements for black liberation and racial justice,” NPR host Alisa Chang mused. Her interlocutor, NPR’s national correspondent, Adrian Florido, agreed. “Assata Shakur was a central figure in the Black Liberation Army,” he noted, “who took up arms in the fight against the oppression of black people.” After a prolonged recitation of the radicals’ version of the events that led to Shakur’s arrest, conviction, and flight from justice, Rolling Stone magazine reprinted the text of Shakur’s unrequited 1998 letter to Pope John Paul II. “I advocate an end to capitalist exploitation, the abolition of racist policies, the eradication of sexism, the elimination of political repression,” she wrote while living comfortably under the protection of the repressive, exploitative, and, indeed, racist regime in Havana. “If that is a crime, then I am totally guilty.”

 

Some of the more revealing eulogies came from quarters of American society in which the radicals are less predisposed to temper their enthusiasm for revolutionary violence. “The American state brutally oppressed Assata and her Black Panther Party Comrades,” the Democratic Socialists of America declared. “The Cubans welcomed her and other Black Revolutionaries with asylum, and their solidarity and loyalty allowed Assata to live out her days in Havana.” Not to be outdone, the Chicago Teachers’ Union — an institution that now lacks any compunction to hide its subversion from skeptical eyes — sounded similar notes. “Today we honor the life and legacy of a revolutionary fighter, a fierce writer, a revered elder of Black liberation, and a leader of freedom whose spirit continues to live in our struggle,” wrote the people who advocate on behalf of educators. “Assata refused to be silenced,” they continued. “Rest in Power, Rest in Peace, Assata Shakur.”

 

All this hagiography represents an admission against the progressive left’s interests. The story that Shakur’s defenders retailed for years maintains that their hero was innocent. She never fired a shot on that New Jersey highway, they insist. In fact, she was in the process of surrendering when she was wantonly wounded, and the charges against her were as dubious as those that resulted in dismissals, acquittals, or hung juries over the course of her long career in the BLA’s revolutionary underground.

 

In posthumously recognizing Shakur’s militancy, these and other outfits tacitly admit that what endears her to the radical left is not her poetry but the violent example she set as an outlaw. They love her for the violence she committed and advocated. That violence does not detract from her personality cult; it is the whole basis for it.

 

Shakur is hardly the only militant of this era to have a martyrology crafted around her. Indeed, similar cults have sprouted up around so many violent radicals in that age. But whereas we might once have disregarded that unhealthy expression of radical zeal as a quirky feature of America’s political fringes, the chickens that project incubated are coming home to roost. We no longer have the luxury of pretending these sociopathic expressions of understanding for those who commit anti-American political violence don’t have any real-world consequences. They most certainly do.

The Only Point That Matters Is the First

By Noah Rothman

Tuesday, September 30, 2025

This post is in response to Trump’s 21-Point Plan Misses the Only Point That Matters

By Andrew C. McCarthy

 

As is so often the case, Andy is right. This time, he’s right about the nature of the threat that Hamas poses not just to Israel but the Western world, and the ill-advisedness of efforts to establish a durable peace in the region that disregard that terrorist outfit’s fundamental nature.

 

In his latest, Andy proposes a variety of causes for skepticism toward Donald Trump’s 21-point proposal aimed at drawing Israel’s post-10/7 wars to a successful conclusion. He is duly critical of the president’s apparent belief that there is always a deal to be made, even with intractable and duplicitous parties like Hamas. McCarthy is correct to observe that the plan calls for Hamas to completely reconceptualize itself, give up the hostages, and surrender its governmental and military roles on the Strip, all of which are unlikely. He’s justified in wondering why Hamas would do that, given the goodies the Europeans have bestowed on Palestinian terrorist actors merely for refusing to surrender to Israel, and he has every reason to look askance at a deal that seems to ignore Hamas’s raison d’être: the violent destruction of Israel.

 

Indeed, there’s a lot more in Trump’s proposal that will raise incredulous eyebrows. At some point in the distant future, the plan calls for Gaza to be governed by an international military authority to police the strip while a Trump-led “Board of Peace” manages the transition to a “technocratic, apolitical Palestinian committee” run by “qualified Palestinians and international experts.”

 

It’s the sort of plan that can only exist in theory. It is destined to burst into flames the instant it makes contact with the realities on the ground in Gaza. But that proposition, among many others, is probably aspirational. As we have seen so many times before, peace and cease-fire proposals with Hamas’s remnants in Gaza almost never get far beyond the first phase of implementation. And as first phases go, Trump’s proposal has merits.

 

And that step is quite simply: Hamas surrenders all the hostages, living or dead, within 72 hours of mutual acceptance of the deal’s terms. The proposal calls on Israel to match Hamas’s gesture with a lopsided one of their own — the release of 1,700 Gaza detainees and 250 terrorists serving life sentences for attacks on Israelis. It’s a bitter pill, but one Israel has swallowed before. Likewise, the provision that extends “amnesty” to Hamas fighters who either abandon militarism or submit to exile will be fraught.

 

But the terms of this deal do not reward Hamas with anything — not a state that it can govern, not the future promise of legitimacy, not the continuance of its exhortative relationship with the United Nations. The terms are this: Surrender now or destruction later.

 

That’s important, but more important are the number of regional partners who lent their imprimatur to this accord. In a joint statement, the foreign ministers of Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Jordan, Indonesia, Pakistan, Turkey, and the United Arab Emirates endorsed the U.S.-backed plan that would, one day, restart the two-state deconfliction process with the Palestinian Authority in control of both Gaza and the West Bank. In the process, these governments have also tacitly endorsed the Trump plan’s call for the Palestinian Authority to complete its “reform program,” which is a prerequisite to reassuming authority over the strip.

 

Sure, these Middle Eastern governments probably wouldn’t mind it if the United States assumed greater authority over and responsibility for that maladministered headache on the Mediterranean coast. And, for his part, Trump might not see all the obstacles before him on his quest to reimagine Gaza as an internationally financed beach resort. But if we have the luxury of envisioning steps eleven through 16, we’ve already achieved some historic outcomes — foremost of which would be Hamas’s permanent eviction from the Strip.

 

And then, there’s the failsafe. If Hamas balks, stalls, or fails to energetically implement the deal’s terms, “the plan is for the deal to proceed in the areas of Gaza under Israeli control,” the Wall Street Journal’s editors ascertained. “This means Arab states would build the government to replace Hamas’s authority in Gaza even as Israel continues fighting. For Hamas, it could be the worst of both worlds.”

 

It could be. At the very least, the framework makes the Arab world stakeholders in that part of their region. Even if the fighting continues, the proposal establishes that the alternative to Israeli occupation of the Strip and the displacement of its people is an Arab-led enterprise supported and directed by a U.S. and U.K.-backed strategic initiative. That would be preferable to the pre-10/7 status quo. And even if such an outcome isn’t in the offing today or even a year from now, the predicate for such a future has been established.

 

Andy is right: There is no deal to be made with Hamas. But Hamas isn’t being dealt with so much as presented with terms — perhaps favorable terms, when looked at from a certain light, but not terms that provide it with anything that could be plausibly spun as a victory.