Tomgram: Thomas Frank,
Worshipping Money in D.C.
[Note for TomDispatch
Readers: Read today's piece and then get your hands on Thomas
Frank's new book, Listen,
Liberal: Or, What Ever Happened to the Party of the People? It's the political
must-read of this season if you want to know where liberalism went in the last
two and a half decades. The next TomDispatch post
will be on Tuesday, July 5th. Tom]
I’m no stranger to
shakedowns. I’ve experienced them, in one form or another, from Asia to Africa.
Sometimes the corruption is
subtle. Sometimes it’s naked. Sometimes you press folded currency into
someone’s palm. Sometimes there’s a more official procedure. Sometimes a
payment is demanded outright. (A weapon might even be involved.) Other times,
it’s up to you to suggest that we somehow work things out privately.
Luckily, I live in the
United States, and if the 2016 presidential campaign has reminded me of
anything, it’s that America is, by definition (and unlike so many of the other
countries on the planet), a corruption-free zone. Mind you, no one would claim
that the race for the Oval Office is free of unethical behavior. It’s just that
the actions and efforts involved aren’t considered “corrupt” here.
Take an Associated Press
(AP) exposé last week. It revealed that the campaign of
presumptive Republican nominee Donald Trump had “plowed about $6 million” --
roughly 10% of his expenditures -- “back into Trump corporate products and
services.” The campaign paid, for instance, about $520,000 in rent and
utilities for its headquarters at Manhattan’s Trump Tower and an astounding
$4.6 million to TAG Air, the holding company for the billionaire candidate’s
airplanes.
The AP investigation found
that the Trump campaign was “unafraid to co-mingle political and business
endeavors in an unprecedented way,” while noting that there is, in fact,
“nothing illegal about it.” In other words, while it may seem shady, feel
fraudulent, and -- to steal a Trumpism -- sound crooked, it’s all on the up and
up according to our unique American system.
Today, Thomas Frank, author
most recently of Listen,
Liberal: Or, What Ever Happened to the Party of the People?, takes us on a tour of
another dimly lit corner of corruption-free America, a completely legal and
remarkably unethical world that comes with its own guidebook: a newsletter
chronicling daily dalliances involving money, alcohol, and political influence.
Though it may seem like a foreign world to those of us outside the Beltway
bubble, it influences our daily lives in myriad ways. Think of it as a
circuit of cocktail hours and cocktail parties linked by a well-greased set of
revolving doors; an endless series of social events attended by the
influential, the influencers, and those looking -- for the right price -- to be
influenced. If it seems like I’m using that word -- influence -- a little too
much, it isn’t by chance. Let the influential Thomas Frank explain how
influence and Influence have warped Washington and the rest of
our world. Nick
Turse
The Life of the Parties
The Influence of Influence in Washington
Although it’s difficult to
remember those days eight years ago when Democrats seemed to represent
something idealistic and hopeful and brave, let’s take a moment and try to
recall the stand Barack Obama once took against lobbyists. Those were the days
when the nation was learning that George W. Bush’s Washington was, essentially,
just a big playground for those lobbyists and that every government operation
had been opened to the power of money. Righteous disgust filled the air.
“Special interests” were much denounced. And a certain inspiring senator from
Illinois promised that, should he be
elected president, his administration would contain no lobbyists at all. The
revolving door between government and K Street, he assured us, would turn no
more.
Instead, the nation got a
lesson in all the other ways that “special interests” can get what they want --
like simple class solidarity between the Ivy
Leaguers who advise the president and the Ivy Leaguers who sell derivative
securities to unsuspecting foreigners. As that inspiring young president filled
his administration with Wall Street personnel, we learned that the revolving
door still works, even if the people passing through it aren’t registered lobbyists.
But whatever became of
lobbying itself, which once seemed to exemplify everything wrong with
Washington, D.C.? Perhaps it won’t surprise you to learn that lobbying remains
one of the nation’s persistently prosperous industries, and that, since 2011,
it has been the focus of Influence, one of the daily email
newsletters published by Politico, that great chronicler of the
Obama years. Influence was to be, as its very first edition declared, “the must-read crib sheet
for Washington’s influence class,” with news of developments on K Street done
up in tones of sycophantic smugness. For my money, it is one of the
quintessential journalistic artifacts of our time: the constantly unfolding
tale of power-for-hire, told always with a discreet sympathy for
the man on top.
Capitalizing on Influence
It is true that Americans
are more cynical about Washington than ever. To gripe that “the system is
rigged” is to utter the catchphrase of the year. But to read Influence every
afternoon is to understand how little difference such attitudes make here in
the nation’s capital. With each installment, the reader encounters a cast of
contented and well-groomed knowledge workers, the sort of people for whom there
are never enough suburban mansions or craft cocktails. One imagines them living
together in a happy community of favors-for-hire where everyone knows everyone
else, the restaurant greeters smile, the senators lie down with the
contractors, and the sun shines brilliantly every day. This community’s labors
in the influence trade have made the economy of the Washington metro area the
envy of the world.
The newsletter describes
every squeaking turn of the revolving door with a certain admiration.Influence is
where you can read about all the smart former assistants to prominent members
of Congress and the new K Street jobs they’ve landed. There are short but
meaningful hiring notices -- like the recent one announcing that the
blue-ribbon lobby firm K&L Gates has snagged its fourth former
congressional “member.” There are accounts of prizes that lobbyists give to one
another and of rooftop parties for clients and ritual roll calls of Ivy League
degrees to be acknowledged and respected. And wherever you look at Influence,
it seems like people associated with this or that Podesta can be found
registering new clients, holding fundraisers, and “bundling” cash for Hillary Clinton.
As with other entries in the Politico family
of tip-sheets, Influence is itself sponsored from time to time
-- for one exciting week this month, by the Federation of American Hospitals
(FAH), which announced to the newsletter’s readers that, for the last 50 years,
the FAH “has had a seat at the table.” Appropriately enough for a publication
whose beat is venality,Influence also took care to report on the
FAH’s 50th anniversary party, thrown in an important room in the Capitol
building, and carefully listed the many similarly
important people who attended: the important lobbyists, the important members
of Congress, and Nancy-Ann DeParle, the Obama administration’s important former
healthcare czar and one of this city’s all-time revolving-door champions.
Describing parties like
this is a standard theme in Influence, since the influence trade is
by nature a happy one, a flattering one, a business eager to serve you up a
bracing Negroni and encourage you to gorge yourself on fancy hors d’oeuvres.
And so the newsletter tells us about the city’s many sponsored revelries -- who
gives them, who attends them, the establishment where the transaction takes
place, and whose legislative agenda is advanced by the resulting exchange of
booze and bonhomie.
The regular reader of Influence knows,
for example, about the big reception scheduled to be hosted by Squire Patton
Boggs, one of the most storied names in the influence-for-hire trade, at a
certain office in Cleveland during the Republican Convention... about how
current and former personnel of the Department of Homeland Security recently
enjoyed a gathering thrown for them by a prestigious law firm... about a group called “PAC Pals” and the
long list of staffers and lobbying types who attended their recent revelry...
about how the Democratic National Committee Chair Debbie Wasserman Schultz and
the gang got together at a much-talked-about bar to sip artisanal cocktails.
There’s a poignant note to
the story of former Congressional
representative Melissa Bean -- once the toast of New Democrats everywhere, now
the “Midwest chair of JPMorgan” -- who recently returned to D.C. to get
together with her old staff. They had also moved on to boldface jobs in
lobbying, television, and elsewhere. And there’s a note of the fabulous to the story of the Democratic
member who has announced plans to throw a fundraiser at a Beyoncé concert. (“A
pair of tickets go for $3,500 for PACs,” Influencenotes.)
Bittersweet is the flavor
of the recent story about the closing of Johnny’s Half Shell, a Capitol Hill
restaurant renowned for the countless fundraisers it has hosted over the years.
On hearing the news of the restaurant’s imminent demise, Influence gave
over its pixels to tales from Johnny’s glory days. One reader fondly recounted
a tale in which Occupy protesters
supposedly interrupted a Johnny’s fundraiser being enjoyed by Senator Lindsey
Graham and a bunch of defense contractors. In classic D.C.-style, the story was
meant to underscore the stouthearted stoicism of the men of power who
reportedly did not flinch at the menacing antics of the lowly ones.
A Blissful Community of
Money
Influence is typically written
in an abbreviated, matter-of-fact style, but its brief items speak volumes
about the realities of American politics. There is, for example, little here
about the high-profile battle over how transgender Americans are to be granted
access to public restrooms. However, the adventures of dark money in our
capital are breathlessly recounted, as the eternal drama of plutocracy plays
itself out and mysterious moneymen try to pass their desires off as bona fide
democratic demands.
“A group claiming to lobby
on behalf of ordinary citizens against large insurance companies is in fact
orchestrated by the hospital industry itself,” begins a typical item. The regular reader also
knows about the many hundreds of thousands of dollars spent by unknown parties
to stop Puerto Rican debt relief and about the mysterious group that has blown
vast sums to assail the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau (CFPB) but whose
protesters, when questioned outside a CFPB hearing, reportedly admitted that they were “day
laborers paid to be there.”
You will have noticed,
reader, the curiously bipartisan nature of the items mentioned here. But it
really shouldn’t surprise you. After all, for this part of Washington, the only
real ideology around is based on money -- how much and how quickly you get
paid.
Money is divine in this
industry, and perhaps that is why Influence is fascinated with
libertarianism, a fringe free-market faith which (thanks to its popularity
among America’s hard-working billionaires) is massively over-represented in
Washington. Readers of Influence know about the Competitive
Enterprise Institute and its “Night in Casablanca” party, about the R Street
Institute’s “Alice in Wonderland” party, about how former Virginia Attorney
General Ken Cuccinelli came to sign up with FreedomWorks, and how certain
libertarians have flown from their former perches in the vast, subsidized
free-market coop to the fashionable new Niskanen Center.
There are also plenty of
small-bore lobbying embarrassments to report on, as when a currently serving
congressional representative sent a mean note to a former senator who is now an
official at the American Motorcyclist Association. Or that time two expert witnesses gave
“nearly identical written statements” when testifying on Capitol Hill. Oops!
But what most impresses the
regular reader of Influence is the brazenness of it all. To
say that the people described here appear to feel no shame in the contracting-out
of the democratic process is to miss the point. Their doings are a matter of
pride, with all the important names gathering at some overpriced eatery to
toast one another and get their picture taken and advance some initiative that
will always, of course, turn out to be good for money and terrible for everyone
else.
This is not an industry, Influence’s
upbeat and name-dropping style suggests. It is a community -- a community of
corruption, perhaps, but a community nevertheless: happy, prosperous, and
joyously oblivious to the plight of the country once known as the land of the
middle class.
Copyright 2016 Thomas Frank
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