I say this is an astonishing piece because its author has come so far since 9/11 as to make a complete
reversal: it’s as if Wendell Wilkie had suddenly morphed into Robert W. McCormick. Here’s Sullivan a
few days after 9/11, in the same newspaper:
“This was the myth of the place apart, the city on the hill, the eternal elsewhere. And when you saw
the squeamishness of Americans to intervene abroad, their often dangerous reluctance to embroil
themselves in foreign entanglements, it was at some level this myth that prompted them. Isolationism,
for all its faults, was always the flip-side of American exceptionalism. It was a naivete that was
nevertheless founded on a dream that refused to die.
“But in one morning, this dream ended as America was wakened from its long sleep. The elsewhere is now
somewhere. The refuge is now insecure. The threat from without is now also within. The new world is now
just the world. Isolationism is no longer even a choice. It is lying in the rubble in downtown
Manhattan.”
“Isolationism,” averred Sullivan in his previous incarnation as the Avenging Angel of 9/11, “is
dead.” What one has to wonder is how, or why, it was suddenly revived in Sullivan’s mind. While I am
always glad to see new converts, surely such a complete turnaround requires a bit of an explanation,
or, at least, more of an explantion than Sullivan is giving.
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