The real david stockman: the true...

There have been four books written about David Stockman, and readers will be forgiven if they suspect that this is at least three too many. The embarrassing truth is that five years ago,

William Grieder essentially got the story right. That was in the long, notorious article on “The Education of David Stockman” which appeared in The Atlantic Monthly and which Grieder

expanded into the first of the Stockman books. More recently, Stockman related his own version in “The Triumph of Politics.” Despite hints in these latest titles of a real Stockman hidden

behind a myth which the authors will penetrate and correct with the “true story,” none of these books departs radically from Grieder’s original and much more concise portrait. What they do,

instead, is fill out that picture with a mass of details. Fortunately, the details are interesting. That Stockman was a puzzling character, shot through with contradictions, was obvious from

the first pages of Grieder’s article. These books deepen the impression. As a high school senior, Stockman entered an American Friends Service Committee essay contest on “what nonviolence

means to me” and won with what he later described as “an ode to Martin Luther King Jr. and Mahatma Gandhi.” At the same time, like his fiercely anti-New Deal grandfather and all his bedrock

Republican family, Stockman was working for Barry Goldwater’s presidential campaign. “I didn’t see Goldwater and Gandhi as incompatible,” Owen Ullmann quotes Stockman as explaining. This

episode should prepare us for Stockman’s peregrinations from 4-H prize winner to SDS anti-Vietnam War militant to Niebuhrian liberal to Harvard neo-conservative to _ laissez-faire_

enthusiast to buoyant supply-sider to fiscal conservative. One after another, ideological mentors and political patrons are adopted and discarded: the Rev. Truman Morrison, the liberal

interdenominational pastor in East Lansing, Mich.; Daniel Patrick Moynihan at Harvard; Rep. John Anderson in Washington; supply-side proselytizers and publicists like Jude Wanniski, Irving

Kristol, and Jack Kemp; and finally Ronald Reagan himself. Both these books search for the inner compass that might explain this journey. Is Stockman in the tow of an irrepressible though

repeatedly frustrated urge to discover a simple key to “how the world works”? Or is he merely driven by old-fashioned ambition? Is he a rigid idealist or an all-too-flexible opportunist? Is

his often brutal candor an indication of personal integrity--or of public cynicism? Is he a man lacking in principles--or overdosed on them? Ullmann, John Greenya and Anne Urban assemble

testimony from every possible source as they track Stockman from farm to Michigan State to Harvard Divinity School to House Republican Conference staff to Congress and to a Cabinet seat as

head of Reagan’s Office of Management and Budget. On some things, there is a consensus. Above all, Stockman is an indefatigable worker. He is quick, bright and articulate, although maybe not

the numbers-crunching wizard sometimes conjured in the media. He is no backslapper. But--another of the puzzles--does his preference, as he once expressed it, for issues rather than people

merely signal the reserve of an intellectual with a small-town background, or does it suggest a more serious amputation of human feeling? No surprise: The interpretations correlate with

political sympathy. Neither of these books is written by uncritical Stockmanites. “The Real David Stockman” is another volume in the Nader library of exposes, an updated and expanded edition

of a 1983 report. Despite the Nader group’s insistence on public straightforwardness, the fact that this book is not entirely fresh is remarkably well disguised. The authors’ text is

introduced by Nader, who clearly considers Stockman a form of environmental pollution. Stockman-sponsored cutbacks in anti-hunger programs are labeled “child abuse.” Greenya and Urban do

prove willing to record the views of Stockman supporters as well as critics, although the latter, whether from the left or right, inevitably have the last word. Their book has a slightly

padded quality, as though every bit of testimony, no matter how undigested, had to be used once and occasionally more than once. Ullmann’s biography is better written, better organized,

based on more extensive and more recent research. Its even tone inspires confidence, despite a few points where the author lets Stockman off easily. Greenya and Urban do a service, for

instance, in reporting Robert Greenstein’s dissection of Stockman’s numbers-juggling defense of Reagan cuts in poverty programs. In the end, neither book produces the “Rosebud,” the

definitive insight that will solve all the Stockman riddles. This will be a grave disappointment only to those who can still be surprised to discover that conviction and calculation,

dedication and deviousness often coexist in a single human breast. It is not really the brute fact of mixed motives and contradictory characteristics that needs explanation as much as how

the obviously intelligent Stockman nicely lubricates his slide from position to position without suffering the friction of introspection and the pangs of self-doubt. None of the authors

focus explicitly on this matter, but their books provide plenty of evidence, as does Stockman’s own. In Stockman’s first semester at college, a young left-wing professor “just tore down all

my old views, just tore them down,” Stockman says. “First I lost religion, then I lost Republicanism, and then I lost capitalism.” One wonders, of course, about the solidity of conviction

that could come crashing down at the first blast of a professorial trumpet. But the real point of Stockman’s college crisis of faith is that it shows him reacting to what we call debunking,

an aggressive tearing down of one’s treasured beliefs. Exposure to debunking often works as a kind of inoculation--at worst, souring a person into cynicism, but, at best, simply making one

cautious about latching on too readily to grand theories about the world. On the other hand, exposure to debunking may elicit a very different reaction. It may produce a new kind of true

believer, one armored by a sense of superiority at having seen through old illusions and by a disdain for all who apparently have not. It was this latter kind of sophisticated naivete that

Stockman’s neo-conservative mentors unwittingly reinforced at Harvard. Whatever the positive attractions of the doctrines that Stockman has successively embraced, it is the scorn he feels

for those not sharing his current revelation that comes through most powerfully in all these books--and that seems to protect him against self-examination and self-criticism. After all, the

“lessons” about the deficit and about politics, which he claims to have finally learned with such pain--much of it to be paid by the rest of the nation--were generally in clear view from the

beginning. Having buried liberalism and even everyday Republicanism with sneers, however, Stockman could hardly take seriously any criticism from those quarters. These biographies, and

Ullmann’s in particular, are useful glosses on the Stockman story. They help answer a question Americans must repeatedly ask about a whole new breed of hotshot government officials, tutored

in cost-benefit analysis and priding themselves on tough-mindedness. In the wake of William Grieder’s Atlantic article about Stockman, former Senate Majority Leader Howard Baker put the

question this way: “How could somebody that smart be that dumb?” MORE TO READ