The moderator of the panel nodded. Further along the table Marion saw Joel Ehrenreich raise an eyebrow skeptically. Joel was a short, tubby guy with receded hair and a thick moustache. He was a good friend of Marion’s. Typically, when he got his chance, he proceeded to challenge her position point for point.
They had been invited to sit on the panel discussion as part of a series on global governance that was being held by the Council on Foreign Relations. Joel was a professor of international relations at Yale, but prior to that had been on the faculty at Berkeley during the time that Marion held a professorship there. Their natural ways of looking at the world were different, which always made for robust arguments.
Joel was a conceptual thinker, he looked at events in the context of long historical trends – decades, centuries – and was never happier than in an ivory tower. His academic work was on the evolution and decline of empires. Marion was more interested in the pragmatics of international relations, the dynamics between governments, the incremental year-to-year steps by which change was achieved – and being a part of it. After having provided a certain amount of foreign policy thinking to the Knowles campaign, she jumped at the opportunity when she was offered the position of UN ambassador. Joel Ehrenreich would have run a mile.
The panel was over by seven o’clock and Marion took Joel back to her apartment for dinner. They had take-in Japanese together with Marion’s husband, Dave Bartok, and their nine-year-old, Ella. Marion and Dave also had a four-year-old, Benjamin, but he was in bed by the time Marion got back. She went in to see if he was awake. He was lying curled up, asleep, his face bathed yellow by a night light.
Ella had grown up around adult conversation on international affairs and took an interest that somewhat outstripped her understanding. She wanted to know what Joel had said at the meeting.
‘I argued that we haven’t taken a significant step towards more effective global governance since the United Nations was set up,’ replied Joel.
‘Really?’ said Ella seriously, holding a piece of tuna sushi between two chopsticks. ‘Did you agree with that, Mom?’
‘No, honey, I didn’t.’
‘Okay,’ said Ella. ‘So this is like a disagreement between you two?’
‘You could say that,’ said Marion. ‘A healthy disagreement.’
Ella was silent, chewing her sushi thoughtfully. The adults watched her.
‘I don’t know what global governance is,’ she said eventually.
Joel grinned. ‘Don’t worry, honey. There isn’t any.’
‘Joel, that’s not true!’ said Marion.
Ella looked at Dave. ‘Looks like they’re having another healthy disagreement,’ she said conspiratorially.
Dave laughed. ‘Looks like they are.’
After dinner Ella went to get ready for bed. Marion went with her. When she came back Dave had made coffee. He poured her a cup.
Dave was a lawyer with a small Wall Street firm. His career had played second fiddle to Marion’s as her jobs had taken the family east and then west and then east again across the country. That was a deal they had agreed. They both had a strong sense of public service and while Marion worked in education or the administration, this was Dave’s way of fulfilling it.
‘Joel’s got a book coming out,’ she said to Dave as she took the coffee.
Joel gave him a look of mock apology. ‘What else am I supposed to do with my life?’
‘Don’t act so coy,’ said Marion. ‘I heard you work it in a couple of times tonight.’
‘You can’t blame me for trying.’
‘What’s it called?’ asked Dave.
‘Switch.’ Joel grinned. ‘I know, I know. Catchy title, huh? Switch: The historical imperative for the twenty-first century. I’ll send you a copy.’ He glanced at Marion. ‘I will, actually.’
‘I’ll look forward to it.’
‘Read it,’ said Joel. ‘Not the whole thing. Chapter 1, chapter 4, chapter 6. That’s enough. Of course, it’s elegantly argued and beautifully written, so if you want extra punishment you can read the whole thing.’
‘I’ll see what I can do.’
Joel nodded. He took a sip of his coffee, then leaned back with a faint smile on his lips.
‘What?’ said Marion.
‘Nothing.’
‘I know that look, Dr Ehrenreich.’
‘Okay. I’ll tell you what it is. This Uganda escapade intrigues me. It’s interesting.’
‘Really? I think it’s very straightforward.’
‘You’re way too smart to think that, Marion. Especially the way the president has chosen to go about it. He might think it’s straightforward, but you don’t.’
Marion didn’t reply.
‘I see we can’t divulge state secrets.’
‘Tell me why you think it’s not straightforward.’
‘Okay.’ Joel hardly needed more of an invitation. ‘Well, for a start, it’s a sign of weakness on the part of the United States.’
Marion nodded non-committally. Typical Joel. Say something as outrageously contrarian as you can and then sit back to see what happens. Everyone saw the intervention as a show of strength. The debate within the administration – to the extent there had been any debate – had centered on whether it was the right time and place for it.
‘How so?’ she said. It was always entertaining to watch Joel scrambling to create a rationale for something he had thrown out for effect.
But this was obviously a view he had thought about. ‘This is a challenge to China. We go into a region in which they see themselves as having established a place as the predominant power and say we’re going to clean something up. But the thing we choose is so straightforward, so black and white that we corner them into a situation where they can’t object. But let’s face it, it’s an issue that’s completely trivial in respect of our own geostrategic interests. So if I’m sitting on the other side, if I’m sitting in Beijing, this doesn’t say to me, hey, you know what, the US is a strong power and it’s going to challenge me on issues of genuine concern. It says to me, the US is a weakening power and knows it can only challenge me on an issue that doesn’t touch on my critical interests.’
Marion glanced at Dave for a moment, then back at Joel. ‘That’s a novel interpretation.’
‘You don’t think it’s right?’
‘No, I don’t think it is right. For a start, you’re looking at this through the lens of geostrategic advantage.’
‘There’s another one?’
‘Joel, this isn’t about that. When he spoke on this the president was very clear in saying that, first, the United States has a duty and obligation to protect its own citizens – thirty-nine of whom were killed in cold blood by this group, if you remember – and, second, that we have a duty and obligation to anyone in the world when they need protection and their own governments aren’t able to give it to them.’
‘And don’t tell me that point there, right there, doesn’t rile the Chinese all the way to the Great Wall and back again.’
Marion smiled knowingly. ‘Come on, Joel, let’s not muddy the waters. I said “aren’t able”, not “aren’t willing”. That would be a whole different doctrine. The Chinese know we’re talking about a restricted, contained operation where the Ugandan government itself has invited us in. That makes all the difference. Now, I agree with you, completely confidentially between you and me and Dave, I’m not a great fan of the way the president’s chosen to do it. And if you ask me does that make it harder for the Chinese, I would say, yes, it does. But that doesn’t change the main thrust of what we’re doing. There is absolutely no agenda underlying Jungle Peace that’s about establishing some kind of strategic advantage for the United States in Central Africa. That’s not what this is about and the Chinese have been reassured on that numerous times.We’ve made it very clear to them at every level, at every contact, at every opportunity. Me included. I’ve said it any number of times to Liu at the UN.’
‘And
what have they said?’
Marion shrugged. She had seen the content of the note that had been delivered to Steve Haskell, along with his report of the meeting with the Chinese vice-foreign minister, but she wasn’t at liberty to reveal it.
Joel watched her.
‘Like I said, I’m not saying China doesn’t have reason to feel a little aggrieved at the way we’ve done it, I’m not saying that going in with a coalition wouldn’t have been better.’
‘Or that at least you could have been told you wouldn’t have time to build one,’ said Joel, who was aware, like everybody else in the international relations community, that the State Department had been hung out to dry while the Pentagon was going full steam ahead.
Marion didn’t take the bait. She had no intention of revealing to Joel the full extent of her irritation with the manner in which the president had acted. ‘Look, does China perceive this as a challenge? The loss of face, I accept, is an issue, and I don’t mean to minimize it. But is that the question, do they see this as a bigger challenge? Joel, I can’t say for certain, but my guess is that they don’t. As long as we do it like we’ve said we will, and as long as we’re not there so long that it looks like we’re trying to establish some kind of permanent presence, I think they understand what we’re saying.’
‘Well, that’s good,’ said Joel, ‘because we’re going to need their help to get out of there.’
‘Meaning what?’
‘Meaning when something goes wrong, they’re going to get dragged in.’
‘You’re assuming something’s going to go wrong.’
‘Show me a military operation where it hasn’t. Say we end up chasing some LRA into Sudan. You’ve got the seeds of a confrontation right there and it can go a thousand different ways. The only one who’s got any influence with Sudan is China.’
‘No one can guarantee everything’s going to go right,’ said Marion. ‘That’s a risk.’
‘And I’m saying we’ll end up with China having to rescue us. You know, it’s possible the Chinese have lured us into this whole thing.’
‘Joel, that is so ridiculous …’ Marion couldn’t help laughing. Now she knew he was being contrarian just for the hell of it.
‘I’m serious! Why do you think it’s impossible?’ Joel turned to Dave with a look of injured innocence, as if appealing for justice. Then he looked at Marion again, his face changing back instantly. ‘You know, if you were Mao in 1960, you would have wanted to support the Vietcong just to draw us into Vietnam. Getting us into Vietnam is what led eventually to getting Nixon to China. We withheld recognition of them for twenty-four years but Vietnam changed that. So if you were Mao in 1960, you might have said, let’s get the Vietcong insurgency going and let’s suck the Americans in until they realize they can’t pretend we don’t exist any more.’
‘I don’t think Mao said that in 1960,’ said Marion.
‘Neither do I. But if he was smarter he would have. Maybe President Zhang’s saying it now.’
‘Joel, we already recognize China.’
‘There are other things they want from us.’
‘I don’t think Uganda’s going to be a Vietnam.’
‘I agree. And I sure hope not. But the situation doesn’t need to be identical for the same principles to apply. Suck us in and get us into a situation where we have no alternative but to acknowledge they’re a player.’
‘We already acknowledge they’re a player.’ Marion couldn’t help smiling. ‘Joel, I’ve got no idea whether you’re serious or not.’
‘I’m serious. I’m deadly serious. You know, I’m glad Knowles has done this. I mean, I don’t think he’s got the first idea what he’s doing, but I think there’s a good chance we’ll end up in a situation where we’re going to need China to help us out.’
‘I really hope that’s not going to happen.’
‘No, I do. That would be a good thing. We have to share leadership with them and we should be actively looking for ways to do it. We have to switch to doing that. In fact, someone’s just written an excellent book about precisely that point.’ Joel paused theatrically. ‘Oh! Me. We have to switch from a stance where we sit here figuring out what we can do to bolster our position and what crumbs we have to let the Chinese have in order to keep them quiet, to one where we actively seek to create a joint leadership approach.’
Marion didn’t disagree with that. She just thought it was going to take a long, long time until the US and China were anywhere near able to behave in that fashion.
‘Unless we change our approach, we’re going to see conflict over global issues. I’m serious, I’m talking about real conflict. The problems won’t solve themselves. You know how it works, Marion. When the tensions are there, anything can act as a trigger.’
‘And what’s the time scale for this conflict of yours?’ asked Marion half-jokingly.
‘Listen,’ said Joel. He sat forward, an intense expression on his face. ‘Marion, I know you and I think differently. I know you think I’m the kind of historical thinker who’s completely impractical when it comes to the reality of the day-to-day relationships between states.’
Marion smiled. ‘I wouldn’t say exactly that.’
‘Not in front of me. It’s okay, I know you would. And you, you’re very practical. You take that knowledge you have and distil it into learning to manage real diplomacy. Practical, meaningful stuff that makes a difference from one day to the next. I’m in awe of that, really, I am. But you know, Marion, there are times when the two converge. The big historical stuff and the day-to-day. This is one of those times. Let me give you an example. South Africa. We both know the Chinese government is cosying up to the ANC dictatorship. We’re seeing a world power helping a country move away from democracy to an alternative form of government. Think about that. We haven’t seen anything like it since the height of the Cold War.’
‘Joel, we’re working very hard to stop it. That’s high on our agenda, very high.’
‘And I hope you succeed. But to me, it’s the phenomenon that’s important, what it means about what’s happening in our world. The way power is shifting and being used.’
‘You’re right, Joel. We’re completely different. It’s not the phenomenon that’s important to me. It’s the reality of it. It’s what it does to the people of South Africa. It’s what we do about it.’
‘I agree with that,’ said Joel. ‘I’m not being theoretical here. I apologize. That was badly expressed. What I mean is we have to start sharing leadership with them – over things like South Africa, for example – or we just won’t solve the problems we have to solve and we’re going to end up either with a very bad outcome or a fight. And it’s not easy, because they’re pissed. And they have a right to be. They didn’t get any of the influence we promised them after the financial crisis.’
‘What about their talk about rebalancing their economy?’ said Dave.
‘Exactly. They’re pissed. We’re pissed. So what, right? Countries have been pissed all through history. No, this is different. The nature of the problems we face doesn’t allow that. We can’t just stay pissed at each other and not want to cooperate. We have to cooperate, and fast. We cooperate – seriously cooperate – or we fight.’
‘That’s an extreme way of putting it,’ said Marion.
Joel shrugged. ‘That’s what I think.’
‘I don’t agree with you. You’re way too black and white.’
‘Not as black and white as Tom Knowles.’
Marion didn’t reply to that. She didn’t think Knowles’ thinking was generally black and white, but it seemed to have been this time. She didn’t agree with Joel that China was necessarily going to have to bail the US out of there – and she was even less in agreement with his contrarian view that that would be a good thing – but she did agree that launching the intervention unilaterally in Uganda would make a bunch of things on which they needed Chinese cooperation a lot harder to achieve.
‘My fear,’ said J
oel, ‘is that Tom Knowles, even if he recognizes the need to make a switch of this magnitude, isn’t big enough to do anything about it.’
‘He’s a competent president,’ said Marion.
‘We need more than a competent president. We need someone much bigger than that.’
‘So we’re doomed to conflict in your opinion?’ Marion said it with a smile.
‘I fear we are,’ said Joel seriously, ‘unless Tom Knowles undergoes some kind of personality change. Or the next president. We might get lucky. I don’t know the time scale, but when the stresses build up like this the trigger can be anything.’
8
IN HIS OFFICE on the thirty-fourth floor, Ed Grey turned up the volume on CNBC. Tony Evangelou and Boris Malevsky were with him.
The screen showed a Senate committee room. Ron Strickland, chairman of the Federal Reserve, had already taken his seat at the table in front of the bar. A former professor of economics at Stanford, Strickland was a craggy-faced man with a head of silver hair, heavy brows, and a large wart on the left side of his chin. He was arranging his papers in front of him. A moment later the chairman of the Senate Banking Committee, Louisiana Republican Bill Givens, welcomed him, and Strickland commenced the presentation of his quarterly monetary policy report.
He started with a survey of the state of the domestic economy and global trends. He then progressed to his projections for economic activity. Overall the outlook was benign, with risks weighted to the upside. Then came his inflation projections.
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