
Fortunate Son: George W. Bush and the Making of an American President
J.H. Hatfield
Soft Skull Press
380 pages
$16.50
Available from Amazon
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It’s a tale of an idiot, told by a criminal; full of ominous portent,
heralded by none. OK, so I’m not William Shakespeare, but that is my ten
word synopsis of J. H. Hatfield's Fortunate Son: George W. Bush and the Making of an
American President.
I’ve been hearing about this book for ages. It was originally published
by St. Martin’s Press (an imprint of Random House) during the 2000
Presidential Campaign. Hatfield was able to spice up a fairly run-of-the-mill biography of George W.
Bush with the inevitable skeletons in the closet -— that he’d used cocaine, was a frat boy party animal (even though, technically, Yale doesn’t have frats), had dodged the draft by
miraculously getting a pilot slot in the Texas National Guard, had dumped a
girlfriend he loved because she was Jewish and became wealthy serving as a
board member for several ailing companies, drawing six- and
seven-figure bonuses despite their being in dire financial straits. And that’s
just the small stuff. The book's ultimate gist is that George W. Bush
is a construct, fashioned from the crucible of privilege, connections,
money and deceit.
So far, George W. Bush sounds no different from any other professional
politician and this book no different from the countless politician
biographies which have preceeded it.
But there is something unusual about Fortunate Son. Shortly after
St. Martin’s published the book, they yanked it from the shelves (the modern
day equivalent of a book burning). Not because it wasn’t selling -— it
actually broke into the amazon.com Top 20 almost instantaneously -- but
because, despite vigorous fact-checking by St. Martin’s legal counsel, the
press called into question the veracity of Hatfield’s research and pressured him to reveal his anonymous sources. Then, to top it off, it
was discovered that Hatfield was a convicted felon.
The use of anonymous sources is a long and time-honored tradition amongst
journalists. To this day we don’t know the true identity of "Deep Throat",
and he toppled an entire Presidency! Protecting the anonymity of sources
providing damaging, yet crucial, information is usually considered a mark of
journalistic integrity. Yet Hatfield was publicly pilloried for doing just
that. As to Hatfield’s previous criminal record, as a reader and as a US
citizen, I fail to see how that has any bearing on the content of the book.
True, he committed a crime in the past; he also served prison time for it.
As one reader suggested in her Amazon.com review of the book, perhaps
Hatfield’s past made him more expert on the subject of evaluating criminal
behavior in others. Regardless, fact-checked and adequately cited evidence
was presented in the public forum, and it should have been addressed and
refuted in that same public forum, if it was to be so at all.
Unfortunately, Hatfield was, perhaps, criminally naïve to believe he’d be able to slide by on anonymous sources. As they say, "if you mess with
the bull, expect the horns." The media machine, which Hatfield called out as
complicit in fabricating a politician from a podunk, buried him alive. His
reputation was ruined, his book was essentially burned and his message was
almost entirely lost. Soft Skull Press, an independent publishing house,
has since republished the book with a dizzying number of new forwards,
introductions, polemics and exposes.
I have no way of personally corroborating all of Hatfield’s sources and
citations. But there are copious amounts of them. St. Martin’s Press’
legal counsel and fact checkers went through them and found them all
copacetic. Until, that is, the Bush campaign and the media put pressure on
them. Regardless of whether or not every minute detail in the book is the
truth, I believe Mr. Hatfield’s essential story: that, had George W. Bush
been a shrub by any other name, the American public would have laughed at
the possibility of him as a Presidential candidate (much less President!).
He would, in fact, have been nothing more than a failed oil-man running a
shrimp boat somewhere.
Considering this book in the aftermath of the "chad fandango", and with the
first hundred days of Bush’s administration already behind us, I honestly feel
that a terrible crime was committed against the American public. Whatever
the book’s flaws, it was the most comprehensive and unbiased view of George
W. Bush available to the voting public, and it was snatched from our grips
during a time when we most desperately needed information. Four years from
now, I hope Hatfield will take some solace in at least being able to
say I told you so.
-- Alex Zorn
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