Reflections on the Uses of Architecture
The new Bush library is nothing but a monument to lies, murder, and torture. Though some were opposed to it even on the faculty, there it stands, an expensive and disruptive eyesore, which will be there for all the future to marvel at: we went to war for nothing, destroyed a country that had not attacked us and laid waste to our own economy and our children’s future, and then we went and raised a tribute to one of the unspeakable scoundrels who made it possible.
To explain this at all is barely possible. First, the fact that our politics is based neither on principles nor issues, though it apes the forms and uses the language of both. It is based on team sports, and the only real concern for most of the participants is winning. Then, toward that end, staunch supporters accept no news but their own side’s propaganda and dismiss all other sources as unreliable. Beyond these mad clubs, indifference reigns, to cause and effect as much as to public life. So even when the truth comes out (e.g. the fictitious “Nigerian yellowcake”), it is entirely subject to spin from both sides, and its actual content becomes irrelevant.
Was Dubya alone to blame? Certainly not! He just furnished a conveniently wooden figurehead. Let’s put up a blockheaded statue of him, no larger than life-size (for he sure wasn’t), and keep it wet with new red stickiness, just so we’ll remember; no animals of course will be harmed in the making of this monument—unlike the other.
Well, $250 million is a lot to spend on one blood drenched Dubya-Pinocchio. How about building a full scale replica of an equivalent area from the ruins of Fallujah. Like maybe, I don’t know, some hospital we bombed—complete with chemically-odoriferous mock corpses and animatronic robots of the wounded, whose vocal outcry should be amplified so that everyone in the city will hear and be thereby kept awake at night, even to the ex-prez himself, as he lies there planning to paint cute portraits of his dogs.