On Friday night, Franklin Foer momentarily emerged from his extended state of isolation and took to the airways in Los Angeles. He was one of the guest hosts for Los Angeles-based KCRW’s weekly schmooze–fest called “Left, Right and Center.” At the end of each broadcast, the hosts are allowed 25 seconds apiece to vamp on a topic that interests them. Here’s how Franklin Foer used his time:
“My magazine this last week has been subject of basically a smear job by the Weekly Standard and a lot of the conservative blogosphere over a piece that we published from a soldier in Iraq, which we have gone back and re-reported and it turned out to be aside from one mistake to be the case and I just wish that there was, and this sounds like a trite mainstream media criticism, but that those in the blogosphere who kind of move from one reckless allegation to another reckless allegation for once apologize when they get something wrong."
Believe it or not, I don’t actually listen to “Left, Right and Center.” I only became aware of Foer’s comments when an alert reader sent them to me on Saturday morning. After offering my correspondent some good natured yet vulgar suggestions of how Foer could extract an apology from me, I had to step back and admire young Frank’s moxie.
Here he was, caught completely with his pants down, and he was staying on offense. He knew how weak and obfuscatory his magazine’s August 2 defense of the Beauchamp Diarists was. He’s foolish, not dumb. And yet Our Boy Frank couldn’t just settle for the fact that certain gullible dupes like Matthew Yglesias, Andrew Sullivan and Ezra Klein chose to read TNR’s explanation uncritically and embrace it wholesale. No, Franklin Foer decided to go into high dudgeon mode and race about demanding apologies when he knew full well that none were due.
AS THE GENERALISSIMO NOTED BELOW, The Weekly Standard’s Michael Goldfarb is reporting that Scott Beauchamp has “signed a sworn statement admitting that all three articles he published in the New Republic were exaggerations and falsehoods--fabrications containing only ‘a smidgen of truth,’ in the words of our source.”
I can’t imagine this development comes as much of a surprise to The New Republic. Let’s take a ride in the wayback machine to July 24. Here’s how Franklin Foer described the putatively rigorous fact-checking that preceded the publication of “Scott Thomas’s” most controversial Diarist:
“We showed the stories to people who'd been embedded in Iraq to make sure that it all smelled good. We talked to one of the members of his unit to confirm the woman, a female contractor. We talked to a medic who'd served in Iraq to make sure that a woman could be in an FOB. We spent a lot of time with him on the phone asking hard questions.”
Knowing what we now know about TNR’s “confirmation of the woman,” I’d like to posit that TNR’s fact checking consisted of no effort at all or, at most, very little effort. I would imagine the only thing that TNR did to confirm the stories, if indeed the magazine did anything at all, is run it by TNR staffers or their acquaintances who had been to Iraq to see if it “smelled good.” For the record, if those people actually thought it “smelled good,” they were the only people who have been to Iraq who felt that way.
Armed with minimal to no fact-checking, details of the story’s implausibilities came to Foer’s attention. Suddenly, his magazine was challenged to prove the existence of dog-dissecting Bradleys, human skulls that fit comfortably under combat helmets and the presence of a grievously injured woman at a Forward Operating Base. Our Boy Frank then had a choice – he could launch a proper investigation and follow where the facts led or try to put enough lipstick on the pig that he could credibly stand by the story.
The first course, the honorable one, promised to be problematic. Fabulists who told outrageous tales that confirmed the prejudices of The New Republic have suckered the magazine in the past. Whether Foer and his team could survive a similar scandal was questionable. Perhaps even more ominously, some people at The New Republic had to be wondering how long an entity that purports to be a news magazine can repeatedly publish fabrications and still survive.
The Lipstick on a Pig option, though clearly unethical and immoral, was the more pragmatic decision. TNR could perform an internal investigation and pronounce itself satisfied. In one of his essays on the subject, the Standard’s Michael Goldfarb outlined some simple criteria by which TNR could, if not prove, at least provide some support for Beauchamp’s allegations:
We want to know:
1) Dates. When did he mock the woman at the mess hall? When was the soldier wearing and playing with the child's skull? With dates, these incidents can be verified.
2) Names. He can argue that he would get the dog-killer in trouble by naming him, but how about the names of soldiers who witnessed the event at the mess hall and those who saw the guy with the kid's skull? Real live witnesses can verify the incidents.
The New Republic’s defense of the Diarists not only avoided any verifiable hard information such as dates and names, it elided past defending the specific stories and instead argued for the plausibility of certain elements of the stories. Nevertheless, Andrew Sullivan and Matthew Yglesias pronounced themselves satisfied, and surely that counted for something.
NOW, EVEN THE DIARISTS’ AUTHOR no longer stands by his stories. It will be interesting to hear his explanation of how his essays ever hit the pages of TNR and what kind of fact checking preceded them.
Given his past conduct, it’s a safe bet to say that Franklin Foer will stand by the fabrications even after their author has disowned on them. He’s in too deep to admit error. He can argue that Beauchamp signed a statement for the Army to protect himself, but that he was telling the truth when he wrote for The New Republic. Except of course for the stuff about that disfigured woman where, to use Ezra Klein’s wordage, he “misremembered” where the event took place.
Nevertheless, the end game is afoot. At some point, even Foer’s most ardent defenders will realize that Our Boy Frank chose as his man in Baghdad someone who went there specifically to tell fantastic tales. Their accuracy was never an issue for the author or his editors. When confronted with his writer’s mendacity, Foer promised to get to the truth of the matter. But he didn’t conduct an honest and forthright investigation. Instead he played the role of a lawyer, zealously advocating for a client with an exceptionally weak case. The client wasn’t Scott Beauchamp. The client was the once-again beleaguered New Republic.
It’s a safe bet that Franklin Foer won’t resign unless he’s given the choice between resignation and termination. If he were capable of a selfless act of honor, he probably would have shown that ability by now. But The New Republic has once again been suckered, and the enablers of this fresh entry into TNR’s burgeoning Hall of Shame will have trouble walking away from the wreckage unmarred.
FRANKLIN FOER SET OUT TO HAVE A BAGHDAD DIARIST who would show what combat is really like, and what it does to men’s souls. Ironically, instead of revealing the true face of war, Franklin Foer instead revealed the true face of certain members of the media: Agenda-driven, arrogant, prejudiced and woefully unaware of their own biases. The Diarists purpose was to provide confirmation of Franklin Foer’s pre-existing prejudices and to slander the war effort by slandering the soldiers. As I’ve said countless times on this site and on the air, The New Republic’s original sin in this matter was publishing the Diarist without putting its stories into the proper context of our 160,000 men and women who are serving honorably in Iraq.
Even today, I’m sure Foer has no idea why these little back-of-the-book items so exercised his magazine’s antagonists. In the course of writing this blog, sitting in for Hugh and writing for the Standard, I’ve been in touch with many men who have served in Iraq, who are serving in Iraq and who likely will serve in Iraq. These are the best men our country has to offer. Slandering them is no small matter.
Franklin Foer and others on the left have completely bought their own rubbish about how much they “support the troops”. For over two weeks now, the TNR staffers at The Plank and Andrew Sullivan and Howard Kurtz have either parroted Foer’s weak defenses or accepted them uncritically. While they’ve been aiding and abetting Franklin Foer’s slander of the troops, dozens of American soldiers have made the ultimate sacrifice in Iraq.
The milbloggers and the other writers and bloggers who have hounded Foer really do support the troops. Foer and his kind are so blind to their own biases, they likely don’t see this crucial difference between themselves and their critics.
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