Opinion: Henry Kissinger, dead at 100
In Loving Memory, Henry Kissinger
There used to be a time when white people discovered new lands all over the place quite literally. There also used to be a time when individuals like Henry Kissinger were considered brilliant men — men who could achieve the tasks set out before them without a conscience. Sociopaths on a massive scale who once had unlimited power to kill thousands on the yellowish-to-brownish gradient fill in pursuit of their country’s interests, as understood by them.
He worked alongside the likes of William Colby, a charismatic killer of the Pinochet fame, a real psycho who was rumored capable of performing a stabbing mid-conversation. Together they became the true masters of realpolitik, the idea that the end justifies the means.
History books beg to paint the duo as literal tools, the kind to employ reluctantly much like you would a white phosphorous artillery shell. That you used them because you absolutely had to achieve a goal.
“We sleep soundly in our beds at night because rough men stand ready to do violence on our behalf.” George Orwell
Many of his plans were by design short-term victories with devastating long-term consequences. Some in our midst still declare Kissinger one of the most brilliant men to ever be in government, but under their breaths of course, and rightly so.
At the height of his career, I’m made to understand that, the film “Three Days of the Condor” was trending. Cliff Robertson plays this the Kissinger — creature who comes up with a plan to invade the Middle East to take their oil. Robert Redford discovers the plan and all his co-workers are slaughtered to prevent anyone from finding out. Robertson gives a speech that sums up Kissinger's tragic philosophy that survives him through his writings.
“What’s going to happen in America when people who’ve never known cold, never known the darkness, never known hunger are suddenly cold, dark, and hungry? They aren’t going to want us to…