'Some would have. After all, we know from Abu Ghraib that it's all about the pictures. No pictures, no proof. No proof, no scandal. No scandal, no convictions. But even with video proof of the Caspers and what was done to them, the real architects would never have suffered. The oligarchy wouldn't be able to whitewash it the way they did Abu Ghraib, but they'd just scapegoat a slightly higher-level target. The midlevel bureaucrats, the Ulrichs of the world, would be the sacrificial lambs. You see, when the oligarchy looks in the mirror and says, 'The State is me,' it's not inaccurate. It's not hubris. They're just describing reality. They've made it so.'
'Hort… I don't understand. You just accept this?'
'I'm a realist, son.'
'You don't want to fight it?'
'Maybe I would have if I'd been born fifty or seventy years earlier. But the establishment is bigger now, more entrenched. The Roosevelt and Truman expansions were ratified by Eisenhower. Kennedy's and Johnson's abuses were ratified by Nixon. Bush Jr.'s extraconstitutional moves have all been ratified by Obama. It's a ratchet effect. There hasn't been a federal law in the last sixty years that's done other than increase the government's power and influence, and the power and influence of the corporations that manage the government by extension. The leviathan only grows.'
'You're saying it can't be beaten?'
Hort laughed. 'You can't beat the oligarchy. You can't beat it because the oligarchy has already won. The establishment is like a virus that's taken over the organs of the host. Now it acts as a kind of life support system, and if you remove it, the patient it battens on will die. Remember the scene in that movie Alien? Where the creature attaches itself to John Hurt's face, runs a tentacle down his throat, and puts him in a coma, but if they cut it off, it'll kill him? That's the oligarchy. The establishment is a creature whose first priority is ensuring that if you try to remove it, you'll wind up killing the host.'
'So there's nothing that can be done.'
'No, there is, and that's where you come in. The only possible solution is to manage this fucked-up system from the inside. That's why I wanted the diamonds. And the tapes, if Larison comes around. They give us leverage. Then, if someone within the oligarchy is abusing his position so much that it's creating a problem for national security, we can quietly remove him, one way or the other.'
'You mean Ulrich.'
'For example.'
'Sounds like the mafia. With me as an enforcer.'
'You can call it that. I prefer to think of it as good management. Would you rather have to clean up another mess like the Caspers, a mess caused by a bunch of fools? I don't know about you, but I'm tired of being the cleanup crew. I'm tired of the board of directors being composed of dimwits and ideologues. The Constitution, the Declaration of Independence, the Federalist Papers… that's all just window dressing now, the artifacts of an ancient mythology, the vestments of a dead religion. We need something different now, something suited for the modern world. We need realists, men like us. We are the change we've been waiting for.'
He took another mouthful of steak and chewed, nodding appreciatively.
'I don't buy it,' Ben said. 'You could blow it up if you wanted to.'
Hort swallowed. 'Suppose I could. Then what? You want a revolution? Chaos? Russia in 1917, China in 1949? Who knows what we'd wind up with in the aftermath. At least now we have order.'
'Maybe order's overrated.'
'Tell that to the folks in Somalia. You of all people ought to know about that. And besides, our oligarchy has a few things to recommend it. It's open, for one. Look at me. Descended from slaves, and here I am, a member in good standing. Anyone can join. You just have to believe in it. You just have to pay your dues and follow the rules. That's what we mean these days by 'equality of opportunity' and a 'meritocratic society.''
'You're part of it?'
'Of course I am. I'm not fighting it, am I? I've accepted its inevitability. Now I'm just trying to make it run properly.'
'Then… you're one of the good complicit people, is that what you're saying?'
Hort took another mouthful of steak. Chewed. Swallowed.
'There's always been an establishment, son. In every culture, every country. There's always going to be someone on the inside, pulling the real levers of power and influence and profit. You want it to be moral men, like you and me? Or do you want it to be the Ulrichs of the world? Because it's going to be someone. That's the only choice.'
Ben thought of Larison again, what he'd said about how you have to suborn yourself. He wondered if there was ever a person who'd compromised himself without at some point offering up Hort's own words to the appalled reflection in the mirror.
'Hort… I don't know. You're telling me the Constitution doesn't matter? That seems… that's a lot.'
'It's not that it doesn't matter. It's fiction, but necessary fiction. Part of what keeps America strong is the society's belief that we're a constitutional republic. That no one is above the law.'
'That we don't torture.'
Hort nodded. 'Now you're getting it.'
'You're saying people can't know the truth.'
'And don't want to know it. Do you know anything about honne and tatemae?'
'No.'
'Couple of Japanese concepts an exceptional man taught me a long time ago. Honne is the real truth. Tatemae is the facade of truth.'
'You think our job is to maintain the facade of truth?'
'I do. And that's not a bad thing. Just like every society has an establishment, every society also needs tatemae. Think about Gitmo. What was that all about?'
Ben shrugged. 'We needed a place to put the bad guys.'
Hort shook his head. 'No, that's a honne answer. The real purpose of Gitmo was to make the public feel safe. Whether it was actually making anyone safe was a secondary consideration at best. Hell, the truth is, we didn't even know who we were putting in there, we just wanted a big number so we could announce to the public that we'd captured eight hundred of the 'worst of the worst.' Who wouldn't sleep better at night knowing so many of our enemies had been taken out of the game? But we knew most of them were innocent. But it didn't matter. We needed the number.'
'But the Caspers weren't innocent. You said so.'
'That's right, and if the public ever gets wind of what happened to the Caspers, the whole sorry story will come out, including the part about how most of the detainees were innocent. The public needs talismans, son, things like airport security, silly things like taking your shoes and belt off and leaving your six-ounce tube of toothpaste at home. On a honne level, those kind of 'security' measures are laughable. On a tatemae level, they convince people it's safe to fly, and the economy keeps humming along, safe and profitable for the politicians and the corporations they work for.'
'I just… Hort, I can't believe what you're saying.'
'Ask yourself this. If you're part of the oligarchy, what's more important: that Americans be safe, or that they feel safe?'
Ben didn't answer.
'Or what matters more: convicting a guilty man, or having society believe the guilty have been convicted? One guilty man going free is irrelevant, as long as society believes the guilty have been punished. But if society loses that confidence, you get anarchy. And the oligarchy doesn't like anarchy.'
They were quiet for a few minutes. Hort ate. Ben didn't.
Hort gestured to Ben's steak and swallowed some of his own. 'Try it, it's good.'
Ben shook his head. 'I'm not hungry.'
Hort watched him. 'I'm sorry to hear that. Well, when you feel up to it, there's something I want you to do.'
'What?'
'I told you, we're rebuilding. There's you, there's Larison, I hope, and there are a few others. And there are two in particular I want you to track down.'
