i thought it is not a bad idea to have some typical British perspective of last night’s presidential debate…
Watching Henry Fonda outshoot John Wayne
Michael Billington
Saturday October 2, 2004
The Guardian
It was billed as “a gladiatorial encounter unique in world politics”. Actually, given its rigid format, there were times when the televised debate between John Kerry and George Bush reminded me of a politicised version of Just A Minute. You felt if Nicholas Parsons, rather than Jim Lehrer, had been in charge Bush would have got hammered for repetition, deviation and hesitation: often in a single sentence.
If anything, it was the epic length of the encounter that turned it into some kind of heavyweight contest for a prize purse.
On the left, we had the patrician figure of “Gentleman” John Kerry: a veteran fighter known for his upright stance but thought to be defensively shaky and incapable of landing a knockout punch.
On the right, we had George (“King Con”) Bush, famed for his deft footwork, over-zealous seconds and legendary capacity to nobble the referee and turn a defeat into a technical victory. In the event it was Kerry who emphatically won, outpointing Bush, by my calculation, in 12 of the 15 rounds.
By the end of a punishing, if riveting, fight both looked decidedly groggy. Kerry, by a slip of the tongue, gave the impression he was for, rather than against, nuclear proliferation. And by the final round Bush was so glassy-eyed that, given the chance by Lehrer to defend the charge that he was a liar, he went into auto-pilot attack on Kerry’s alleged flip-floppery.
Throughout, in fact, Bush’s swallowed vowels and slurred speech suggested a faintly punch-drunk old champ; and when he talked of the “moolahs” in Iran one wondered whether he was confusing them with the expected moolah to be gained from Iraq.
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But it was an evening when the contender, rather than the title-holder, had everything to prove; and Kerry, to my surprise, turned out to be nimble in defence and quick in attack.
He came out with the best, if clearly well-rehearsed, line of the night when he said that attacking Iraq after 9/11 was “like Roosevelt invading Mexico in response to Pearl Harbor”.
And, when asked what colossal misjudgments Bush had made, he jokingly asked “Where do you want me to begin?” With his imposing mass of hair and seamed, Henry Fonda-like features, he even managed to look like a president in waiting.
Bush, in contrast, relied heavily on that folksy, down-home manner and sub-John Wayne drawl that has kept him ahead in the polls. But when he claimed “I don’t need anybody to tell me to go to the UN” you suspect there was a hollow laugh in Downing Street.
And too often he seemed both over-rehearsed and badly briefed: he kept repeating his pre-programmed mantras about Kerry’s inconsistency, yet often looked as if he was floundering in his 30-second responses.
One thing was certainly clear: Alex Jennings’s portrayal of him in David Hare’s Stuff Happens as a shrewd politician and wise fool now looks unduly flattering.
But what do I know? I cringed when Bush, in response to a question about the American soldiers killed in Iraq, talked of his tearful prayers with a bereft war widow; yet a Republican spin doctor described this as an incredible “risk” that would play well with the electorate.
Equally significant was the moment when Lehrer accidentally referred to 10,052 American lives lost in Iraq before hastily correcting it to 1,052. Had he been speaking of Iraqi lives lost, the former figure might have been more nearly correct.
And, to watch the news after the “gladiatorial” contest and to see images of a reported 35 children caught in the latest Baghdad crossfire, was to move from the shadow-boxing of a rigidly structured debate into the world of deadly reality.