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Fair Play: A Critical Review Series

Yesterday, per Devi’s suggestion, I started reading Fair Play by James Olson, a book on the moral and ethical issues surrounding intelligence gathering.

While I will offer a comprehensive review of the entire book when I am finished, I think that the book asks some interesting questions that deserve individual attention and analysis. The book is set up as a series of scenarios where the reader has to decide whether the act is morally justified, and then contains responses from people in various fields analyzing the situation. As the book suggests that the reader “reach his or her own conclusion- yea or nay- after each scenario, before reading the opinions of the commentators,” and “try to respond instinctively as you would if you were a senior policy maker or intelligence officer and had to approve or disprove the operation,” I’ve decided to blog my initial reactions before continuing reading, then see if my mind changes when I listen to the arguments. I would also like to hear your thoughts!

**Disclaimer** The few (of many) scenarios I choose to blog about are the property of the author, James Olson, and are entirely fictional. The analysis I present, however, is entirely my own, and does not represent the author’s point of view. For more background information and analysis, please read the book!

Scenario 1:

“Rolando Montemayor is a Cuban Direccion General de Inteligencia (DGI) officer under cover as a second secretary at the Cuban mission to the United Nations in New York. He previously served in the Cuban embassy in Madrid, Spain, where the CIA successfully ran a double agent operation against him. The double agent, a young Spanish Communist journalist, reported to his CIA case officer that he strongly suspected that Montemayor was homosexual.

When Montemayor moves to New York, the CIA passes its information on him to the FBI. The FBI and CIA agree to conduct a joint operation against Montemayor in New York in an effort to recruit him as a penetration of the DGI. The FBI surveillance of Montemayor indicates that he frequents gay bars in New York and engages in promiscuous homosexual sex. Using telephone taps and infrared photography, the FBI acquires incontrovertible evidence of Montemayor’s homosexual activities. Homosexuality is grounds for dismissal from the DGI, and Montemayor has carefully concealed his sexual orientation from his family, friends, and colleagues.

Would it be morally acceptable for the CIA and FBI to attempt to recruit Montemayor by blackmailing him on the basis of his homosexuality?” (46)

I have to say that in my initial reaction about a million thoughts ran through my head at once. The first was that in the United States both blackmail and discrimination based on sexual orientation are illegal, for good reason, and that because Montemayor did not pose an immediate threat or we had reason to believe he held vital information there really was no justification (if there ever is) for breaking the law. My second thought was that, as a spy, he knew exactly what he was getting into and how compromising (in his CHOSEN occupation) homosexual behavior was, and yet he chose to recklessly (and very conspicuously at that) engage in it anyway. I’m not saying that Cuban sexual discrimination is right, I’m just saying that if you are Cuban, and homosexual, why would you get involved in as dangerous, politically charged and secretive an occupation as espionage? I mean seriously. You had it comin’. Don’t hate the player, player, hate the game.

My third reaction, however, and the one I’m sticking with, was that the whole operation seemed pointless. You are effectively blackmailing a spy into becoming a double agent, which to me does not seem to make good intelligence, given the particular nature of double agents and the sensitivity and skill they require. Threatening to out someone does not a good agent make; they lack the loyalty or any sort of positive incentive to cooperate. Instead, use the information to your advantage- find your man a boyfriend in New York (or even a gay undercover agent; after all, they aren’t illegal in the United States, and Cuba wouldn’t see it coming!) and use HIS sexy wiles to elicit the needed incentives for double agency. Voila! A much more legal, and solid, operation.

Thoughts?

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13

01 2010

Book Review: World on Fire

So I figured out how to combine two of my New Years’ Resolutions; read more, and blog more, thus- a book review blog! I felt for a while like my ideas were stagnating because living in DC doesn’t have as many cultural quirks as living in Italy did (I’m pretty sure we’re all familiar with the American culture) so I decided that my blog needed a theme. Thus, I’m going to review a few of the things I read, and maybe throw in a movie or two if I’m impressed (or entirely unimpressed).

The first book up is World on Fire by Amy Chua.

World on Fire by Amy Chua

In World on Fire, Amy Chua contends that the two main forces of globalization aggressively pursued by Western countries, namely, market liberalization and democratization, contribute to and in some cases bring about serious ethnic conflict and global instability. This is due to the two policies’ simultaneous effect of increasing inequality and subsequently hatred for market-dominant ethnic minorities, while at the same time empowering the poor majority to react, often resulting in violence or severe oppression of the minority. Chua explains it thus, “The global spread of free market democracy has thus been a principal, aggravating cause of ethnic instability and violence through the non-Western world. In country after country outside the West laissez-faire markets have magnified the often astounding wealth and economic prominence of an ‘outsider’ minority, generating great reservoirs of ethnic envy and resentment among the impoverished ‘indigenous’ majority…democratization, by increasing the political voice and power of the ‘indigenous’ majority, has fostered the emergence of demagogues who opportunistically whip up mass hatred against the resented minority. As a result, in its raw, for-export form, the pursuit of free market democracy outside the West has repeatedly led not to widespread peace and prosperity, but to ethnic confiscation, authoritarian backlash, and mass killing.” (187-88) Chua proceeds to describe a series of examples in which a program of market liberalization in combination with democratization, usually backed by the West, has led to either severe ethnic conflict or political backlash. From the Philippines and Yugoslavia to Nazi Germany and even Anti-Americanism, Chua applies her framework to conflicts both past and present.

In a purely informational sense, Chua’s book is an enjoyable, interesting and pleasant read.  After an emotional and attention-grabbing introduction describing the death of a beloved Aunt, purportedly due to the consequences her thesis describes, Chua segues into the deeper context of her argument. Her first two sections come across as a sort of history lesson through a series of descriptions, references and loose figures. Like a good history textbook, Chua begins her chapters with a humorous or enlightening anecdote, followed by some background information, a brief description of the current setting, and finally a reiteration of the issues. The book continues this way both throughout the globe and throughout time, her arguments getting progressively less robust, increasingly more flexible and even extrapolating to places that have only one or two of the three characteristics her thesis describes (market dominant ethnic minorities, economic liberalization, and democratization). In this way, her third section seems like the tagline for an infomercial- “But wait, there’s more!”- as she attempts to reconcile her thesis with intra-city conflicts in the United States, anti-Americanism, Nazism, and the current crisis in the Middle East. What Chua doesn’t realize is that the further she extrapolates and attempts to convince readers of her argument’s global (and national, in the case of the United States) relevance, the further she alienates those who were sold to her argument in the first place.

This argument by itself seems simplistic and logical. It makes sense that in countries where the vast majority of the population live in dire poverty, and those that do hold most of the wealth are of a noticeably different skin color, culture or ethnicity, ethnic conflict would result. It also makes sense that the greater the inequality between these peoples the more conflict and hatred there would be, and if free markets do in fact exacerbate these inequalities it might even be a direct consequence. While it is much less obvious, it also makes sense that a form of government that empowers the angry majority without protecting the rights of the minority can and often does lead to civil conflict or oppressive majoritarian policies. The way Amy Chua frames her book it seems like she is simply trying to describe a phenomenon rather than prove a thesis, much as a history book might say what happened in a particular era and offer several plausible suggestions as to why this might have occurred. The anecdotal and descriptive style of writing leaves no room for alternative interpretations; each example is specifically framed for her argument, and there are no competing explanations or variables that she is including or comparing against. If the point of the book is that she is simply trying to prove that these effects of occur, the lack of scientific methodology severely undermines her claim. A better approach might be to gather a set of recent conflicts or transition governments and see how the variables of market-dominant minorities, the gini coefficient, perceived ethnocentrism, and democratization (including the various levels of democratization, considering that “democracy” is debatable in many of the examples she gives) affect the outcome. This would make her results much more scientifically robust and offer solid proof.

It seems, however, that instead of trying to prove her thesis she is merely trying to describe a phenomenon that is the most likely explanation for several events throughout the world. She transitions easily from example to example, reiterating her point of view and showing how each scenario fits in the context of her argument. Given that her information is accurate, her conclusions seem logical, and aside from a few very interesting history lessons it seems no major ideological breakthroughs are made. Perhaps it is simply the mark of a great writer, but Chua’s observations and conclusions seem obvious. She is not trying to prove a hypothesis as much as she is saying something is true and providing anecdotal examples as supporting evidence. The question then becomes what the point of her writing this is. If it is not to methodologically prove the relationship between free market democracy and ethnic conflict for sheer academic value, then what is it? To raise awareness? To explore possible solutions? To disprove prior theories?

That question is exactly what the reader has in mind after two hundred pages of this message being reinforced. In logical terms, it seems that she spends her entire book defending a premise without drawing a conclusion.  In fact, some of the logical conclusions that could be drawn she rather obviously avoids discussing, even in the most narrow of terms. It seems that in her avoidance of drawing judgments from her work, either because of her reluctance to make broad claims or timidity in saying anything controversial, she discredits or completely diminishes the value of her work. Even one of her most obvious answers, that the United States should stop promoting simultaneous intense market reform and immediate democratization in countries with market-dominant ethnic minorities, she refuses to say directly. Instead, she states, “First, the best economic hope for developing and post-socialist countries lies in some form of market-generated growth. Second, the best political hope for these countries lies in some form of democracy, with constitutional constraints, tailored to local realities. And third, avoiding ethnic oppression and bloodshed must be a constant priority. But if these goals are to be achieved- if global free market democracy is to be peaceably sustainable- then the problem of market-dominant minorities, however unsettling, must be confronted head-on.” (263-264) She then goes on to state feeble policy recommendations that may help remedy these problems, most on the part of the corrupt and often unstable governments that have very limited incentive to do so. By the end it almost feels as if she herself does not believe there is a good solution, and just spent the entire book discussing the problem.

In the end, Amy Chua’s book is a delightfully informative, logically sound (for the most part) and enlightening read. Like many other books, it does well in debunking the neoclassical myth that free market democracy in the purest sense is the answer to all the world’s problems and an invincible catchall policy. This, however, is not a new concept, and in the absence of any further conclusion or salient recommendation Chua’s book fails to be anything but mildly thought-provoking.

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12

01 2010

March in Maryland

Anyone who tries to go to college in Maryland inevitably faces the mayhem of March, which  is constant in its unpredictability (if that’s even possible) and has highs and lows crazier than the temperatures outside. First is the weather. March 1st ushered in a Maryland “blizzard” of sorts with about a half a foot of snow and the usual school and University closings following any sort of frozen precipitation. Snowmen were built, hot chocolate was quaffed, and trays were stolen from the dining hall cafeteria for sledding purposes on College Park’s numerous hills. A mere few days later, the last of the snow was dripping off the banks in some beautiful 70 degree weather. Bikes were ridden, frisbees were thrown, and trays were stolen from the dining hall cafeteria for picnic purposes on College Park’s numerous fields. A few days after that, the temperature dipped back down in promise of a rainy and miserable Spring Break.

Which is a whole new subject of its own. As typical of a college Spring Break, privileged college students everywhere will be jetting off to exotic locales, white beaches and sandy shores in search of some warm-weather debauchery. Unfortunately for the rest of us, Spring Break means trying to find inexpensive means of our own debauchery (camping in Shenandoah?), as well as catching up on the mounds of homework and projects due right after Spring Break, as professors undoubtedly believe we have nothing better to do over break than study and work (here’s hoping we have internet in our cabin…). At least we don’t have classes!

Lastly, any amount of time you had reclaiming your boyfriends, husbands and sports enthusiasts from the end of football season is lost in March Madness, where pretty much any college student, particularly the males, are sucked up for days in basketball, and only surface for food or drink. This is particularly unfortunate for girlfriends or wives with birthdays or anniversaries at this time in March.

But as the saying goes…in like a lion, so I’m looking forward to the lamb!

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10

03 2009

Bollywood in Rome

So guess what everyone…I have made my first (maybe) debut in a Bollywood film! I was not, unfortunately, an official “extra”, but I tried really hard to get in the background of the shot and think I probably succeeded for at least a few seconds :-) .

So guess what everyone…I have made my first (maybe) debut in a Bollywood film! I was not, unfortunately, an official “extra”, but I tried really hard to get in the background of the shot and think I probably succeeded for at least a few seconds :-) .

Here’s how it happened. Amy left Rome on Saturday, so we decided to get together for lunch last Wednesday to bid our final farewells. Amy got to Rome several hours before I finished classes, so we decided to meet at 1 on the Spanish Steps. While I was in class, Amy texted me to say that what looked like a bollywood film was being shot on the Spanish steps! Moreover, they were interviewing people to try to get them to be extras in the shot, but the people had to prove they were Italian (by speaking italian and showing some sort of identification). Regardless of the fact that I’m not actually Italian, I was pretty psyched, and a friend and I rushed over right after class. The second I saw the Indian actor, the Indian cast and crew, the wardrobe and the dance moves, I knew it had to be a bollywood movie (or at least a music video). Hannah, Amy and I squeezed our way into the background of the shot, and marveled at the extent of the scene. They even had an Indian gladiator!

After grabbing some gelato, sitting on the steps (which are beautiful now by the way, covered in flowers) and watching for a while, we decided to finally head over and get lunch. In honor of our exciting bollywood morning, we decided to go to this nice Indian/Pakistani restaurant (Himalaya’s Kashmir, I highly recommend it to anyone reading from Rome and getting a little tired of Italian food), pretty much the only ethnic food in Rome. They were closed when we got there (we got a little lost for a bit), but after seeing as mope around at the door let us in and said they could cook us something really quickly. They made us some amazing food right away, and the host sat down and talked to us for a little bit. He mentioned they were shooting a bollywood movie in Piazza di Spagna, and excited to find out a little more about it, we inquired further.

It turned out that this restaurant was the one who was catering to the cast and film crew, and they were all coming to the restaurant for dinner that night. They actually had to close the restaurant to feed the film party because the actor(s) (Raj Kapoor’s son-in-law?) were concerned about security. They said, however, if we wanted to stay for dinner they’d be happy to have us there, and we could meet everyone in the cast (and maybe see if we could finagle some jobs as extras)!

More to follow…

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27

04 2008

Oh, Italia

Two things on my mind this week:

  1. Italy is great for your self-esteem
  2. Tourist season in Rome is terrible!

As to the first thing, there’s really no better place than Italy to get a self-esteem boost. At least a few times a day I will meet someone, or even just walk by, who will say, “What a beautiful girl!” or something of the like. It doesn’t even matter who, it could be man, woman, old, young, rich, poor, everyone likes to compliment you! It’s a very nice and friendly place, but living here too long might go to your head…

As to the second, tourist season started recently here, with Easter and now the advent of warm weather. At first it was nice, we had a couple of stress-free weeks with beautiful sunshine and warmth, but then came a steady influx of tourists, crowding the buses, filling up the restaurants, and creating insanely long lines at places you’re used to just walking into. Things that used to be free have also starting charging for entry, and other places have increased their prices (yes, even the gelato!). The most ridiculous thing of all, I think, is that they started shutting down the main lines of public transportation, including the tram I take almost every day, at 8:30 instead of the normal 12 on weekdays. Why, with MORE people around, would they make public transportation less accessible? My roommate thinks it might be because they want tourists to start using taxis more, but I think it’s quite ridiculous. I didn’t realize how well I was living by studying abroad in a non-tourist time of year!

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15

04 2008

Pragued, then Flogged

I guess the best way I can characterize my next few weeks is intermittent periods of fun followed by really intense periods of work. After Spring Break, the semester turned to crunch time, and with one month left until my return to the States, I’m hurriedly trying to get all my work done, make all the necessary arrangements for departure, and get my life in order for next year. Things on the top of my list: Class registration, thesis preparation, and getting a summer job. All of which are much more difficult thousands of miles away!

Last weekend I went to Prague, which was really amazing. Prague’s a beautiful city, though it often seemed like it was fake- a toy town or a movie set- just because it was so pristine! I half expected music to start playing and people to start waltzing through the town square at the drop of a hat. The food was great, a nice break from Italian food, and the night-life was pretty amazing too. The city was alive. Needless to say, I’m pretty fluent in Czech now. (Just kidding! Though I did pick up a few words…) I’m happy to be back in Rome, I don’t think I could have eaten like that for much longer- tons of meat, beer, and fried foods, including fried cheese and fried cabbage/sausage/potato pancakes, and ice cream. Delicious, but heavy!

Right now I’m working on about 1,000 projects, papers and things to do, and I have class in about ten minutes, so I’d better go! Ciao!

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10

04 2008

Castelli Esami

Sorry I haven’t been posting much lately- it’s exam week (or rather, exam two weeks) and my life has been varying between two extremes; cram studying and schoolwork on the weekdays, and traveling/partying on the weekends. Last weekend I went to Assisi and Gubbio, two very lovely towns in the Umbrian region- I’ll post pictures later! It was so much fun. I saw the “most beautiful church in Italy” in Assisi, and hiked to the top of a mountain to see the 1,000 year old corpse of a Saint in Gubbio.

One thing happened in Assisi, and I guess to adequately explain how strange it was you’d really have to be there, but I’ll do my best to describe it. In front of the Basilica of Santa Chiara there’s a large, beautiful piazza. As Amy and I walked into the church, we looked around, and the piazza was swarming with teenagers. Literally- teenagers EVERYWHERE, on the steps, playing hacky sack, chilling around the fountain- and not a person older or younger than the ages of 14-18 in sight. It was so funny that Amy and I commented that this piazza must be the local hang out site for youngins, and we walked into the church without a second thought. After spending about maybe half an hour in the church looking around and exploring the crypts, we walk outside to the piazza again. It was still swarming with people- but this time it looked like they were all in their upper 50’s’/low 60’s! There was not a teenager in sight, or anybody of a different age for that matter, and they were hanging out in the exact same places tat the teenagers were only minutes prior. It seriously felt like 50 years had passed while we were in the church- like some strange time warp. We were seriously considering asking someone what year it was.

Gubbio was really amazing- it was this quaint little medieval town, everything made from stone<br />with vaulted doorways and cobbled roads. It was kind of a gray, overcast day, which made it feel like we were actually walking through the town in the midst of the dark ages, hundreds of years in the past (guess it really was a time warp weekend!). We had an amazing lunch there, a fabulous time exploring, and of course our infamous trek up the mountain to the church of Saint Ubaldo.

Right now I’m in the Castelli Romani, exploring the beautiful hill towns and sampling the local delicacies. Italy is like a treasure chest, you never know what you’re going to find but it’s always something wonderful. Every town, every region has its own character, its own way of life, and having the time and ability to explore each is simply amazing to me.

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08

03 2008

Pizza, Rubble and Church

Just got back yesterday from a glorious weekend outing to the “scavi” of Pompei and the bella citta of Napoli. I went with three friends of mine from AUR, and it was a blast! I woke up at 6 am on Friday to hurriedly pack, take a shower and dash out to get to Termini (Rome’s train station) by 7:30, grabbed a croissant and a cappuccino for breakfast and caught the train just in time. It was a pleasant train ride, though most of us were still pretty tired and slept through parts of it. From Napoli Centrale we took the Circumvesuvian to Pompei, and tried to figure out which mountain looking thing was the Vesuvius Volcano! There were so many, it was pretty hard to tell.

The excavations of Pompei were really cool and really interesting to see, but after a while they all started to blend together in a haze of rubble and ruins. It was pretty warm there, and there is very little shade, so we started to get hot. Having gone in February, it’s hard to imagine how sweltering it must be in the summer time. There was some really cool stuff, though, like beautiful paintings and statues preserved from before the volcano erupted in 79 AD! For more pictures, visit: http://umd.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2238899&l;=f0386&id;=5739844

We took the train to Napoli in the evening, shopped for a while, checked out our hostel, and had an AMAZING dinner at a restaurant called Brandi. The next day we got up early, had breakfast, and checked out the millions of churches around Naples. For lunch, of course, we had the famous Neapolitan pizza, commonly said to be the best in the entire world, from one of the first pizza places in the world. We also sampled the famous Baba, pictured below, which was buonissimo! It’s essentially a rich, spongy pastry soaked in rum. All in all, it was a great weekend!



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24

02 2008

Weekend Festivities

This past weekend has been a fun one! One of my suite-mates was proposed to on Valentine’s Day, which was exciting, and it was fun to see all the Valentine’s Day festivities in Italy going on everywhere. On Friday I had a field trip to the Church of the Four Martyrs, which was really cool- the frescoes were painted with the legend of Constantine, the result of one of the most infamous forged documents in history. The picture is of the cloisters at the church, where the Nuns lived- one of the few places we were allowed to take pictures, and also rather beautiful. We were allowed into the crypts below the church, where the four martyrs were buried, and explored them for a little bit. Rome has a lot of catacombs and crypts, but the surreal feeling when you enter them never gets old for me.

Afterwards, I went and met up with Amy at the Spanish Steps. It was really cool- I haven’t seen Amy in years! I saw on Facebook that she was studying in Italy, messaged her, and we decided to meet up on Friday. We had a fabulous lunch in Trastevere, walked around the city for a while, then met up with some of her friends at the Roman Forum. It was really fun, I gave them all a grand tour of the area, and I must say I was a pretty good tour guide- I’ve been learning a ton about the art, architecture and history of the area through my classes, and I know how to present things in a cool and interesting manner. They said I should become a tour guide as a side job while I’m here and make a little extra cash, since I’m so good at it! I’m multilingual and everything too, so who knows?

Saturday was relatively uneventful, one of my suite-mates and I ran around the city looking for a Judo place she could join for a few months, though everyone kept telling us the street we were looking for didn’t exist. Afterwards we decided to just go to the supermarket and stock up for the next week, ran some errands, then came back and cooked dinner and watched a movie. Today I’m getting caught up on homework and projects for school- or at least trying to!

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17

02 2008

Question of the Day

I remember reading a few years ago that the only two “fears” that can’t be fully trained out of a person are the fears that come from sudden loud noises, or vertigo. Then I saw Devi’s comment to Winston about the fireworks in Beijing (on facebook) and remembered how Winston, and many other pets for that matter, get extremely frightened and shake or cry during loud noises, like the crackers at Christmas time, or even thunder. Why is this?

The obvious answer is that loud noises alert us to the possibility of danger, but that doesn’t sufficiently explain it to me. Winston hated hearing the crackers even when the sound persisted and he knew nobody was getting hurt. Another possibility is that we are frightened merely out of surprise, but why would surprise scare us so much? And why do we remain scared even after we identify the source of the noise?

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14

02 2008