I awoke this morning to the not-entirely-unexpected news that President Trump had launched fifty-nine Tomahawk missiles at a Syrian airbase
, in retaliation for a chemical-weapons attack allegedly launched by Syrian President Bashar al Assad Tuesday
that killed more than one hundred of his own people, including more than two dozen children. Trump had telegraphed his intentions Wednesday, when he said the attack was “reprehensible and cannot be ignored by the civilized world.”
As military strikes go, it was fairly modest—“targeted,” Trump called it; “symbolic,” a former national security adviser told ABC News
. The Syrians were apparently tipped off ahead of time and mostly cleared out. As of Friday morning, Syrian officials were reporting that sixteen military personnel had been killed on the airbase and another nine civilians (including four children) had died when three missiles struck two nearby towns. But it was enough to escalate tension in already troubled and war-ravaged region and bring us one step closer to ensnarling ourselves in yet another conflict from which there won’t be an easy escape.
And yet I found myself grappling with conflicting, sometimes antithetical, feelings on the subject. Because Syria doesn’t lend itself to black-and-white analysis. In exactly the same way as innocent people will die if America intervenes, innocent people will continue to die if America does not. Passivity, like action, is a choice that its own set of consequences.
Syria is the Kobayashi Maru of foreign policy
. It’s a no-win scenario.
The first of these conflicted feelings is fear. Trump is impulsive, inexperienced, and incompetent, plainly out of his depth, far more so than any president since humanity learned to split the atom. It wouldn’t take much more than a stiff breeze or errant advice from one of the white nationalists roaming Mar-a-Lago to nudge us into World War III, particularly when dealing when forces he cannot begin to comprehend—Syria, after all, is backed by a nuclear-armed Russia, not to mention Iran. It’s actually hard to imagine a less suited, more vainglorious man at the helm. That he attacked unilaterally, without consulting Congress, does not inspire confidence.
The second is anger, at the unmitigated hypocrisy of this moment in our politics. Not just from Trump
—who campaigned as an anti-interventionist, praised Assad for “killing ISIS,”
and castigated Barack Obama for wanting to intervene in Syria
—who doesn’t understand foreign policy enough to have any undergirding principles and thus can hardly be judged for not adhering to them. But also from congressional Republicans
, who are now tripping over themselves to laud the president’s bold action after they lacked the courage to even vote on Obama’s request for congressional approval to use force in 2013, following a much larger chemical attack outside Damascus that killed some fourteen hundred people
(For a timeline of Syria’s alleged uses of chemical weapons, click here
. For a timeline of major events in Syria dating back to the fall of the Ottoman Empire, click here
The third is a sense of fecklessness: Even if you buy the notion that force was the prudent response, what good was lobbing a few missiles going to do? The Syrian civil war is now entering its sixth year, having claimed more than two hundred thousand civilian lives
, including some twenty-four thousand children; millions more are displaced and on the run (if you haven’t seen the documentary The White Helmets
, about aid workers who rescue victims from the carnage, do so). It is a humanitarian crisis of unimaginable scale. And most of it has been accomplished with conventional weapons.
If Trump’s missiles convince Assad to never again deploy a gas attack, tens of thousands of Syrian civilians are still going to die. The civil war will still rage.
But then there’s the fourth, a feeling somewhat at odds with the others: as much as I detest and distrust Donald Trump; as much as I abhor the thought of war in Asia or, worse, a world war
; as much as I respect the progressive arguments toward nonintervention in a civil war; as clearly as I remember the body bags and ginned-up faux-patriotism associated with Iraq, the young men and women who died in the desert for a dumb war sold on lies—as undeniable as all that is, I also can’t shake the feeling that Assad’s atrocities have to be answered.
I can’t look at the pictures of those children, ravaged and gassed
(warning: the pics at that link are gruesome and very, very graphic), having suffered and died, murdered by a sociopathic war criminal clinging to power, and not wish to hasten the bullet that sends Assad to his end. Sic semper tyrannis
I don’t know how to square all of those thoughts. I don’t know if there’s a way for anyone to do so. I struggled the same way in 2013, when there was a much more thoughtful president in the White House, and I never reached a satisfying resolution. Perhaps there is none to be reached.
Which brings me to my last feeling: disgust. Last night at Mar-a-Lago
, Trump said he ordered the strike because “even beautiful babies were cruelly murdered in this very barbaric attack. No child of God should ever suffer such horror.”
No, they shouldn’t.
But these are the same babies Trump wants to bar from seeking refuge in this country. In his first travel ban, Trump indefinitely blocked refugees from Syria in addition to temporarily doing so for refugees from six other majority-Muslim countries. After that was struck down, the president issued a second order, this time temporarily banning refugees from Syria and five other countries
. That, too, has been halted by a federal court.
But what Trump has done that’s still in effect is lower the number of total refugees the United States is willing to take in, from 110,000 in fiscal year 2016 to just 50,000 this year
, and most of this year’s quota has already arrived. If we start dropping bombs on Syria, we’re only going to produce more refugees. And it’s unconscionable for Trump to not open this country’s arms to those “beautiful babies” before more of them are “cruelly murdered.”
Ghastly images of dead children, it seems, are enough to compel the president to drop bombs. But they’re not enough to compel him to show compassion for the people bombs displace.