Dowd's Certainty, Noonan's Humility
As one might expect, Maureen Dowd and Peggy Noonan have two very different takes on the Terry Schiavo situation. Noonan's article is entitled "In Love with Death", Dowd's, "DeLay, Deny, and Demagouge." And it is not only their viewpoints that differ, so do their rhetorical strategies. Noonan's essay begins these two propositions:
God made the world or he didn't. God made you or he didn't.
and from them infers the following:
If he did, your little human life is, and has been, touched by the divine. If this is true, it would be true of all humans, not only some. And so--again, if it is true--each human life is precious, of infinite value, worthy of great respect.
This, she goes on to assert, is what most people supporting Terri Schiavo's right to live believe. Then, Ms Noonan, does something that most people with strong opinions on a matter do not do- she confesses her ignorance about the motivations of the people who disagree with her conclusions. Note, she doesn't mock or belittle them or their ideas, she just admits that she does not "understand" where they are coming from. This she does through the use of two figures of speech- Epibole, the repetition of the same phrase at irregular intervals, and Erotesis or Rhetorical Questions. See for yourself how they read when lifted from the text and placed in order of their appearance. First the Epibole:
I do not understand the emotionalism of the pull-the-tube people.
I do not understand their certainty.
I do not understand why people who want to save the whales (so do I) find campaigns to save humans so much less arresting. I do not understand their lack of passion. But the save-the-whales people are somehow rarely the stop-abortion-please people.
I do not understand why those who want a freeze on all death penalty cases in order to review each of them in light of DNA testing--an act of justice and compassion toward those who have been found guilty of crimes in a court of law--are uninterested in giving every last chance and every last test to a woman whom no one has ever accused of anything.
And now the Erotesis,
[I do not understand the emotionalism of the pull-the-tube people.] What is driving their engagement? Is it because they are compassionate, and their hearts bleed at the thought that Mrs. Schiavo suffers?
If they care so much about her pain, why are they unconcerned at the suffering caused her by the denial of food and water? And why do those who argue for Mrs. Schiavo's death employ language and imagery that is so violent and aggressive?
Why are they so committed to this woman's death?
What does Terri Schiavo's life symbolize to them? What does the idea that she might continue to live suggest to them? Why does this prospect so unnerve them?
How do the pro-death forces "know" there is no possibility of progress, healing, miracles?
Why are ...women in America who decry spousal abuse... not taking part in the fight for Terri Schiavo? Again, what explains their lack of passion on this?
Who wouldn't feel extreme sadness at being extremely disabled?
Dowd, also begins by invoking God, and by (kind of) asserting the existence of God, but in a rather different manner:
Oh my God, we really are in a theocracy.
She also follows up with a rhetorical question:
Are the Republicans so obsessed with maintaining control over all branches of government, and are the Democrats so emasculated about not having any power, that they are willing to turn the nation into a wholly owned subsidiary of the church?And here the die is cast, the rest of the article consists of a series of arguments and examples to support her thesis that this is about power and politics, not morality. So, whereas Noonan confesses her lack of understanding, and does so humbly, Dowd is plauged by no doubts. For her it is clear that:
- the Bush administration is pandering to "religious fundamentalists who want to dictate how the government should be run"
- our democracy is deteriorating
- "morality" is being used here to lead people by the nose
- the Republican party is becoming a theocracy
- the beleagured Tom DeLay is using the situation to save his political career while presidential hopefuls Jeb Bush and Bill Frist are using to jumpstart theirs
- "The president and his ideological partners don't believe in separation of powers. They just believe in their own power."
And there you have it: personal, political power. Triple Alliteration in P's to match the triple Alliteration in D's in the title of her article: DeLay, Deny, and Demagouge. A fourth P, principle, is conspicuously absent from her political calculus. Instead, the important "P" is privacy. Interesingly, she alliterates for emphasis:
So in the end we see two of our nation's most intelligent and articulate journalists expressing different views on God, on morality, and on the role that each should play in the politics of life and death. Both are rightly concerned for what this issue says about our society and may do to our constitution. Both speak for millions. Both, I am sure, value human life. Only one, however, concedes that their are limits to her knowledge and understanding of those with whom she disagrees. Only one relegates faith to a position inferior to privacy and credo. Only one speaks humbly and, in doing so, speaks to my soul. And for me that's key. If I didn't knew where I stood on this matter before reading these two op-eds, I'd sure know now.
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Update: John Podhoretz of the NY Post used the word "soul" in his analysis of the Schiavo affair.
The more dogma-driven activists, self-perpetuating pols and ratings-crazed broadcast media prattle about "faith," the less we honor the credo that a person's relationship with God should remain a private matter.
So in the end we see two of our nation's most intelligent and articulate journalists expressing different views on God, on morality, and on the role that each should play in the politics of life and death. Both are rightly concerned for what this issue says about our society and may do to our constitution. Both speak for millions. Both, I am sure, value human life. Only one, however, concedes that their are limits to her knowledge and understanding of those with whom she disagrees. Only one relegates faith to a position inferior to privacy and credo. Only one speaks humbly and, in doing so, speaks to my soul. And for me that's key. If I didn't knew where I stood on this matter before reading these two op-eds, I'd sure know now.
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Update: John Podhoretz of the NY Post used the word "soul" in his analysis of the Schiavo affair.
We usually call that essence the "soul." Our souls define us: They make us who we are in the deepest sense. And they transcend us as well: They are our connection to the divine, to all in the universe that is unseen and unknowable but is still there.Debra Saunders of the SF Chronicle has several questions- and answers- too:
Do I have problems with Congress passing a law for one person? Do I believe it is possible that Michael Schiavo, who did go to great lengths early on trying to help his wife, still has the best interests of Terri in mind? Do I want the government to stay out of end-of-life decisions that families are forced to make at a painful, raw time in their lives? Was I appalled when I heard Bob Schindler say on TV that he told his daughter, who is starving, he would "take her out for a little ride, get her some breakfast?" Yes, yes, yes and of course.


2 Comments:
Your site is enjoyable; some very interesting reading.
However, I must take exception; I disagree with you vehemently regarding your casual proposition regarding Maureen Dowd: she is many things to many people, but "intelligent" is a misnomer for this shrill, irrational, and otherwise emotionally unbalanced soul, who employs her tenure at the NY Times as a personal screaming tree.
An intelligent person displays faculties of reason, deduction and logic; and possesses the maturity and commonsnse to understand that fact is not subject to moral relativism or personal agendas.
I cannot take umbrance at Mikhail Avatar's pique. Though undoubtedly successful (how else does one secure and gain tenure the position of NYT Vaunted Festoon?), her positions almost without fail set my teeth on edge, fill me with an urge to carefully test how hard the drywall is ... with my foot.
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Apologizing in advance, and having read both articles days ago, I came to a different 'condition of the heart': although Maureen Dowd's position is the epitome of aggressively contrarian political speak, and Peggy Noonan's plaintive call to theological empathy is the spot-on caput of the spiritual commoner, both have managed to miss the middle.
This is hard to comment on: first because I have decidedly humanist feelings that are triply steeped in empathy (having faced nearly the same soul-searching decision for a desparately brain-damaged father-in-law), in theologos due to it being the Holy Week, and I having come to a tolerable praxis being both a scientist and Aquinas Catholic simultaneously, and in soft-nosed American pragmatism. Yet it needs a word or three.
Peggy misses the boat by epibole, though the eritosis is sanguine enough. Repetition of a phrase varying in flourish but not congruence articulates the intent to 'pound home' the rhetorical underpinning that should then guide the reader to adopt the position. Sauteing the pan of tidy button mushrooms in a sauce of erotostic self-questioning then serves to keep the gustatory plaissance of one's empathy set for another course.
Maureen demonstrates, yet again, that hers is the calling to simply spout the usual 45 phrases of contrarian politico-speak at any opportunity. "How do you like the dessert, Maureen? ... My god, we really are a theocracy! Are you such an emasculated elephant that you see nothing abaft with the totalitarian nazi chimphitler regime, by serving their imperialist stooge chocolate banana splits? Have you no pride? Bah!" Well, maybe she isn't really that bad, but it sure seems like the cloth is both warp and weft from the same skein.
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If I were Michael Archangel reincarnate ... I would hand Maureen a gun, and Peggy a large monitor lizard. to Maureen, I would say, "Well, there you are Ms. Dowd. One free 'get out of Hell' card that will save your eternal soul from Beezelbub's personal spam server in antiparadise. All you have to do is save the American taxpayer and Demographic party a bundle of worry, and shoot Ms. Lizzie. Your only choice needs rest on nothing but your conviction as to whether you're murdering a person, or putting down a particularly bright lizard." To Peggy I would say, "The monitor lizard you are struggling with, my dear, is going to kill you eventually. It is hungry, you are deliciously radiating infrared and wafting organolepticly attractive compounds in his general direction. But the Liz is God's creation, and per the long forgotton Essenes True Word of the Lord Jesus Christ, all living things are to be cherished, no bird killed, etc. etc. Maureen has a gun, and we didn't tell her it has 3 bullets. In this purgatory you shall live until either Liz eats you, you find a way to keep Liz happy'nuf to not eat you (but that's a long row to hoe), or you get Maureen to shoot the thing between the eyes."
For I think there is the rub. While it would be the height of irresponsibility for me to SAY what Terri 'is' or is not, I can -- as a scientist -- surmise that a lizard's Id remains in her, that her brain is full of deep learned actions and reactions, that since she looks (and is) a female, a human, that we might read every twitch as evidence of an occluded person trying to surface. But in truth, her reactions may well truly be no different than the vigorous swimming-motion induced in a pair of sever'd frog's legs by Mr. Leuwenhoek's copper loop, in 1835. Swim tho' those froggy appendages tried to ape, a frog no one could argue they be. Are the random, conditioned firings of the few tenths of a brain that Terri has twitching the body into simulating a possibility of recovery?
And to that end, I side with only myself. I do not know, can not know, am not there, haven't experienced the tests, the media, the shunning of society, the abjudication of the body politic. In my case, I acceded to the pair of neurologists' opinions: that grampy was brain dead, and even with aggressive surgery, would still be profoundly brain dead. It was easy to side with God, and let his soul pass into the here-after.
GoatGuy
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