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Ben Taub (“A Spy in Flight,” p. 34), a Jia Tolentino (“Vox Pop,” p. 28 ) is a staff
staff writer, received the 2020 Pulitzer writer. Her first book, the essay collec-
Prize for feature writing. tion “Trick Mirror,” came out in 2019.
Olga Tokarczuk (Fiction, p. 60) won Jelani Cobb (“The Limits of Liberalism,”
the 2018 Nobel Prize in Literature. Her p. 20), a staff writer, teaches in the
novel “The Books of Jacob,” translated, journalism program at Columbia Uni-
from the Polish, by Jennifer Croft, will versity. He co-edited “The Essential
be published in the U.S. in February. Kerner Commission Report” and “The
Matter of Black Lives,” an anthology
D. T. Max (“Secrets and Lies,” p. 50), a of writing from The New Yorker.
staff writer since 2010, is the author of
“Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story.” Charles Simic (Poem, p. 65), a Pulitzer
Prize-winning poet, most recently
Margaret Talbot (Books, p. 66) became published “Come Closer and Listen.”
a staff writer in 2004. Her new book,
with David Talbot, is “By the Light of Judith Thurman (A Critic at Large,
Burning Dreams.” p. 72) has been a staff writer since 2000.
She is the author of “Cleopatra’s Nose,”
Erik Agard (Puzzles & Games Dept.) a collection of essays.
co-founded the Crossword Puzzle
Collaboration Directory, a resource for Brian Koppelman (Shouts & Murmurs,
aspiring puzzle-makers from under- p. 27), the co-creator and showrunner
represented groups. of the TV series “Billions,” hosts the
podcast “The Moment.”
Jane Mead (Poem, p. 42), who died in
2019, published six poetry collections, Oliver Whang (The Talk of the Town,
including “To the Wren: Collected and p. 14), a freelance journalist, studies
New Poems.” philosophy at Princeton University.
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THE HEAT OF THE MATTER tory courses study colonial history. How-
ever, Scottish students—who are also
Elizabeth Kolbert, in her piece on the British, despite the frequent conflation
I.P.C.C.’s new climate report, describes of Britain with England—take a differ-
a low-emissions future—in which car- ent curriculum, administered by the Scot-
bon emissions reach net zero in the next tish Qualifications Authority. Those who
few decades and billions of tons of car- choose to study history at an advanced
bon dioxide are removed from the atmo- level may concentrate on a unit devoted FEED HOPE .
FEED LOVE .
sphere—as “the most optimistic, though entirely to the Atlantic slave trade. Scots
by no means the most realistic,” of the may not be more enlightened about their
five global-warming scenarios discussed ancestors’ involvement in the slave trade,
in the report (Comment, August 23rd). but the country’s separate educational
One might also call it “the responsible sce- system, and a widespread sense of the
nario,” as it is the only one that meets the fractured, problematic nature of “Brit-
Paris agreement’s commitment to limit ishness,” may help to explain why there
the increase in global average tempera- has been no outcry here about tarnish-
ture to well below two degrees Celsius. ing some deeply cherished notion of
Scientists use scenario analysis of this British history and identity.
kind to assess what might happen under Allyson Stack
a range of uncertainties. In the case of Edinburgh, Scotland
climate change, however, the most rel-
evant problem at present is not a scien- The amnesia and the denial that Knight
tific uncertainty but the political proj- identifies in many Britons’ attitudes to-
ect of transforming the global economy ward the United Kingdom’s colonial past
to run on clean energy instead of on are not limited to that nation. They are
fossil fuels. How likely the low-emissions a huge issue in this country, too. A few
scenario will be is a matter of determi- years ago, my wife and I took a nearly
nation, not prognostication. Among two-hour tour of a plantation outside
other things, it requires immediate ac- Charleston, South Carolina. The docent
tion from Congress, including a national did not once use the word “slave” or “slav-
clean-electricity standard that phases ery.” Instead, she described “workers,”
out fossil fuels by 2035. When it comes and referred to the shacks where enslaved
to the climate, we don’t need to guess; Africans had been housed as “residences.”
we need congressional Democrats to When, after the tour, I raised my con-
play hardball, and to steer us away from cern about these terms, the docent was
catastrophic warming. defensive, claiming that the owner of the
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K. C. Golden plantation was renowned for the great
Seattle, Wash. care of his slaves; that they “wanted” to
be there; and that their descendants now
SLAVERY AND DENIAL worked happily at this living museum.
Without an open acknowledgment of
Sam Knight’s article on how the culture the racism upon which this country was
wars have engulfed the National Trust built, our history will be incomplete, and
does well to acknowledge that the ten- our society will never be able to address
sions arising from the English-heritage some of its most persistent social ills.
industry’s revealing the darker side of Josh Berlin
Britain’s history have not tipped into Cambridge, Mass.
Scotland (“Home Truth,” August 23rd).
One reason that Scots are unperturbed •
might be found in a closer examination Letters should be sent with the writer’s name,
of one of the details Knight discusses. address, and daytime phone number via e-mail to
He cites a survey by the Guardian which themail@newyorker.com. Letters may be edited
for length and clarity, and may be published in
found that fewer than ten per cent of any medium. We regret that owing to the volume
British students who take G.C.S.E. his- of correspondence we cannot reply to every letter.
In an effort to slow the spread of the coronavirus, many New York City venues remain closed. Here’s a selection of culture to be
found around town, as well as online and streaming; as ever, it’s advisable to check in advance to confirm engagements.
The acclaimed English actor Cynthia Erivo has brought her stunning voice to many roles, on-
stage and onscreen; now she tests its full range with her début album, “Ch. 1 Vs. 1” (out Sept. 17).
The project is full of soothing contemporary soul music, showing off the warmth and the depth
of her tone, particularly on “Day Off ” and “A Window.” On Sept. 28, Erivo expands her story-
telling repertoire with the publication of her new children’s book, “Remember to Dream, Ebere.”
PHOTOGRAPH BY GABRIELE STABILE
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DANCE
flat as poster-board puppets. It does, how-
ever, yield new strengths. When Bioh’s
put it), and standup—each performed be-
hind a dedicated microphone. Those three
Johnny Falstaff (Jacob Ming-Trent), dressed strands are integrated in his new solo show,
in a Tupac T-shirt that leaves none of his directed by Derek DelGaudio (“In & Of
Little Island Dance Festival ample paunch to the imagination, declares Itself”), at the Cherry Lane Theatre, and
Curated by the brilliant and generous tap that the wives “shall be sugar mamas to me,” again there is a visual organizing principle:
dancer Ayodele Casel and the producer the familiar phrase carries us suddenly back Brennan stares at, rearranges, and picks up
Torya Beard, this new festival on Little Is- to the New World of Shakespeare’s time, various objects that prompt riffs on such
land (Sept. 15-19) leans toward the percussive where the brutal sugar business, fuelled by classic comedy topics as race (about which
side of dance. Free events throughout the day, European demand, stoked the transatlantic this co-creator of “Chappelle’s Show” is
featuring the likes of the House of Xtrava- slave trade and set the stage for the world we especially deft), drugs, and liberals. The
ganza and It’s Showtime NYC!, sandwich know now. A lot of the play is a good time, jokes are good because Brennan is sharp
ticketed shows by Michela Marino Lerman, but too much still sags. Ali’s largely static and entertainingly droll, with a deliberate
Ronald K. Brown/EVIDENCE, and Casel direction of this nearly two-hour-long, in- pacing—he appears to walk in slow motion—
herself, joined by special guests.—Brian Seib termissionless piece has too many deflating that is very effective. Eventually, Brennan
ert (littleisland.org) pauses and leans heavily on exaggerated ges- zeroes in on his sense of inadequacy, its
tures—belly clutches, lascivious glances—to roots and manifestations. This occasionally
signal humor rather than to create it. Much comes across as humblebragging rather than
Mark Morris Dance Group of the production’s delight lies in its scenic as self-deprecation, but Brennan’s unease
On Sept. 18, the company celebrates the twen- design, by Beowulf Boritt, which charms by is mostly affecting: “I don’t know how to
tieth birthday of its Brooklyn abode with an bringing the sidewalks, braiding salons, and be, a lot of the time,” he says.—Elisabeth
outdoor performance across the street, at the laundromats of Harlem into Central Park, Vincentelli (Through Nov. 21.)
Plaza at 300 Ashland. On the program are and—sacrilege!—the best moments come
two company staples, “Words” (from 2014) when Bioh shakes off Shakespeare altogether
and “Fugue” (from 1987). In both, Morris’s to riff on the contemporary.—Alexandra Utopian Hotline
fabulously plainspoken dancers do what they Schwartz (Reviewed in our issue of 8/23/21.) In a gently lit, pink-carpeted room hum-
do best: move to music, with clarity and intel- (Through Sept. 18.) ming with ambient tones, audience members
ligence, and with minimal fuss. “Words,” set are invited to remove their shoes and sit
to several of Mendelssohn’s “Songs Without on cushions along the wall. In the center,
Words,” is like a series of games. “Fugue” is Neal Brennan: Unacceptable four performers in white jumpsuits assemble
a maddening puzzle—like a dance version of In Neal Brennan’s 2016 show “3 Mics,” the around a long table arrayed with oldfangled
sudoku—set to Mozart’s equally maddening comedian divided his material into sec- audio-visual equipment (reel-to-reel play-
Fugue in C Minor.—Marina Harss (mmdg.org) tions—one-liners, “emotional stuff” (as he ers, push-button telephones, tape decks, a
Colleen Thomas
Originally scheduled to début in March,
2020, Thomas’s “Light and Desire” now gets
its world première at New York Live Arts,
Sept. 15-18. It’s about women artists resist-
ing fascism, whether in the Italy of Thomas’s
great-grandparents or in the contemporary
Albania, Poland, Hungary, Venezuela, or U.S.
of her dancer colleagues. These dancers are
augmented and supported by an eleven-mem-
ber chorus of Barnard College alumnae, who
wear floral masks, one of several elements of
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the show to take on new resonances during the
pandemic.—B.S. (newyorklivearts.org)
It’s hard to imagine what it will feel like to once again sit in the dark at the
David H. Koch Theatre as the curtain rises to reveal seventeen women, of
THE THEATRE New York City Ballet, bathed in blue light, each with one arm extended
upward, as if to touch the moon. As the dancers turn away from the light,
ILLUSTRATION BY DROR COHEN
Merry Wives the orchestra will play the slow opening chords of Tchaikovsky’s Sere-
The Public Theatre’s Shakespeare in the nade for Strings. “Serenade,” by the company’s founding choreographer,
Park reopens the Delacorte Theatre with
Jocelyn Bioh’s adaptation of Shakespeare’s George Balanchine, is always a stirring work, elegiac, full of wonder. The
“The Merry Wives of Windsor,” relocating effect of the dance on audiences, after eighteen months of not entering a
the play to a West African corner of present- theatre, will undoubtedly be magnified. Bring tissues. “Serenade” is the
day Harlem. The production, directed by
Saheem Ali, doesn’t redeem the play’s faults; opening ballet in the first program of the company’s fall season, which
the comedy is still broad, the characters as begins on Sept. 21 and runs through Oct. 17.—Marina Harss
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affecting forty-five minutes.—Rollo Romig work, organized by the Museum of Fine 1978-81 series, “Street Cops,” now on view
(Through Sept. 26.) Arts, Houston, inspired Bendolph to re- at the Daniel Cooney gallery, the photog-
turn to her art with renewed energy. The rapher embedded with the N.Y.P.D., and
dynamic geometry of the fiery corduroy her eye is both surprisingly sympathetic
“Farm House,” from 2003, and the recursive and predictably skeptical. (“There really
ART festivity of “A Quilt in a Quilt,” from 2010, are good guys and bad guys,” she wrote.)
are innovative designs as well as exquisite These unvarnished images show—from a
torchbearers of a vital tradition.—Johanna then novel, pre-“Hill Street Blues” point of
Mary Lee Bendolph Fateman (nicellebeauchene.com) view—routine arrests, tense domestic dis-
“Piece of Mind,” as this fantastic show of putes, stabbing victims, and child witnesses
quilts at the Nicelle Beauchene gallery is against a backdrop of poverty, racism, and
titled, brings together eleven rich and varied Jill Freedman neglect. “I wanted to show it straight, vi-
abstract compositions, all but one of them This Pittsburgh-born photographer, who olence without commercial interruption,”
from the early twenty-first century. Ben- died in 2019, shot her first notable body she explained, “sleazy and not so pretty
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without the make-up.” She succeeded.—J.F.
(danielcooneyfineart.com)
AT THE GALLERIES
MUSIC
Burnt Sugar:
The startlingly seductive, earnest, and beautiful six-part video “Glass “Angels Over Oakanda”
Life,” by Sara Cwynar (on view at Foxy Production through Oct. 23), is EXPERIMENTAL More than two decades ago, the
about the frictionless world of scrolling and swiping, in which the past cultural critic Greg Tate founded Burnt Sugar,
a sprawling New York improv unit, currently
and the future collapse into a tantalizing now that somehow remains numbering some two dozen members, that
just out of reach. (The work’s title phrase is drawn from Shoshana roams freely through all manner of interna-
Zuboff’s influential 2019 book, “The Age of Surveillance Capitalism: tional historical styles, particularly of Black
music. The bassist Jared Michael Nickerson,
COURTESY THE ARTIST AND FOXY PRODUCTION
The Fight for a Human Future at the New Frontier of Power.”) It’s Tate’s co-leader, underpins “Angels Over
also a portrait of the artist as her own archive. Made during the pan- Oakanda,” the band’s first album in four years,
demic, the nineteen-minute-long torrent of still and moving images with rhythms that sweep the music along like
a tide. Taking after the late Butch Morris,
(pictured, in a detail, above) includes footage of Cwynar in her studio, Tate conducts the players’ improvisations,
revisiting props and photographs from previous projects, in between which are sharp throughout, nowhere more
scenes of recent protests in the streets of New York City, a grounded so than over the skintight reggaetón groove
on “Repatriation of the Midnight Moors Inna
fleet of Alitalia planes, and an overwhelming array of other content. Oakanda.”—Michaelangelo Matos
Categorical and historical distinctions dissolve, so that Margaret
Thatcher and Mickey Mouse, or a live model and a C.G.I.-generated Ron Miles
avatar (to name an infinitesimal sample of Cwynar’s encyclopedic JAZZ Other venues beat the Village Vanguard
subjects), become interchangeable fodder for the feed.—Andrea K. Scott to the punch when it came to reopening, but
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directs, and Thomas Bartlett leads a chamber of poetry, righteousness, and denim.—Jay with an ICE agent (Toby Vitrano); Jessie’s
ensemble from the piano.—Oussama Zahr (St. Ruttenberg (Sept. 19.) biological father (Mark O’Brien) is a police
Ann’s Warehouse; Sept. 21-Oct. 3.) officer—but its dramatic core is a family’s de-
struction by unredressed police violence and
Kafkaesque judicial demands. Its emotional
Patti Smith and Her Band MOVIES
ILLUSTRATION BY SAMUEL RODRIGUEZ
cups—as she tells her psychoanalyst, “When I come, it goes, and when The film also looks behind the scenes at
industries that have arisen to meet—and
I go, it comes.” The analyst (Alan Mowbray) diagnoses Jill’s sexual profit from—the requirements of prison
frustration; she soon has an affair with a cantankerously intellectual regulations. An empathetic observer and
pianist, Alexander Sebastian (Burgess Meredith), whose own sexual a probing analyst, Story suffuses the film
with grief and indignation.—R.B. (Streaming
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issues are suggested in the squiggly line of a surrealistic portrait. on Maysles Documentary Center, Kanopy, and
Lampooning marriage and adultery alike, Lubitsch also satirizes the other services.)
banalities of business and the presumptions of art, and comedically
calls attention—while the U.S. was officially neutral—to the looming For more reviews, visit
menace of Nazi Germany.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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OREGON POSTCARD a box: sparking electrical wires, a tiki torch, find it, he works backward. Burn patterns
IGNITION POINT Weedwackers, spontaneously combust- in grass, remnants of shrubs and trees,
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At mile marker three hundred and Moving delicately around the crime scene,
thirty-two, Crouch started wondering he plants small colored flags. Red indi-
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and much of the evidence is obliterated.
Wildfires are different. A cigarette can
way radio beep. Eleven times. “Please stand District—whose largest county “has survive the wildfire it started. Crouch has
by for a smoke report,” a voice crackled. more cattle than humans,” he said—are one in his office collection. A book of
“We got our first of the day,” Crouch said, started by lightning, and a barometric matches can also survive. Crouch has one
pulling out. The dispatcher had indicated ridge was moving up from Nevada, of those, too—proof of arson.
that the report came from I-84, near mile bringing storms with it. On I-84, Crouch passed a blown tire
marker three hundred and twenty-two. Crouch’s method is to get to the fire on the shoulder. His truck’s thermome-
Crouch, who is tall with a bushy mus- as quickly as possible, to interview wit- ter read ninety-eight degrees. It hadn’t
tache, is a wildland-fire investigator for nesses and to start searching for evidence. rained in weeks. A few miles south, a
the Vale District Bureau of Land Man- He also brainstorms possible causes. “In blown tire had started the previous fire
agement, which covers roughly five mil- this corridor, I have power lines, gas lines, he investigated. It burned about five hun-
lion acres. He spent more than two de- there are some rail lines,” he said, as he dred acres of hillside. He found the cause,
cades fighting fire on the ground, trying pulled alongside a train churning through but he didn’t find a suspect.
to get in front of the flames. Now he the valley. He rolled down the window, Fire cause and fire intensity are two
moves in the opposite direction, toward and a metallic sound filled the truck. “If different things. “It can be super dry to
a fire’s source, which can be a range of you go around a corner, the wheel will the point where you could fart and you’d
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ples: flares, fireworks, bullets, trailer chains grind, and that can cause a fire.” no fire,” he said. This year, with a light
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tires, heat-warped wheel bearings, sky he needs to find out where it started. At drought, the rangeland is set to blow.
lanterns, a letter ripped into pieces and the scene of a burn, he’s often greeted by But, although the valley to the north was
set on fire (“you all night . . . I love . . . am a sea of black, which can sometimes span covered in a haze from forest fires out
positive babe . . . that we will one day”). a hundred thousand acres. The ignition west, he hadn’t seen that many fires. “It’s
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ous,” he said, smiling. a nonreligious, chapel-less counsellor, don’t-look-at-me line of work.
—Oliver Whang and to elevate such a figure to a posi- Steinberg wrote, “A story has been
tion of authority over people of faith; told that has promoted you beyond any
HIGHER POWER DEPT. would the College of Cardinals elect a status our body of Harvard Chaplains
REPUTATION ECONOMY nihilist Pope? has remit to confer, causing misunder-
Other outlets, including the Boston standing and distress and bringing about
Globe and NPR, took up the story. Some damage to colleagues’ reputations and
suggested, erroneously, that Epstein had to communities’ trust in their pastors
been tapped to head the divinity school, and advisors. Let me suggest—if there
while the Daily Mail seemed to imply has been a degree of self-promotion in
that Harvard had empowered Epstein this course of events, there must now
t the end of August, the Times ran to lead the entire university. Religious be a matching degree of remediation
A a story about a Harvard chaplain
named Greg Epstein, an avowed athe-
leaders took offense. Of the Times piece,
the Harvard Christian Alumni Society
on your part.”
The rabbi granted that the outrage
ist and “humanist rabbi,” who had been stated, “It seems written in a way to of some of their colleagues would be
selected by his fellow-chaplains at the prompt secular triumphalism and to justifiable if, as he wrote, “the role of
President of the Harvard Chaplains
were as the journalists who have re-
ported about you in recent days have
taken it to be—but I believe the fail-
ure there may be on your part in allow-
ing or encouraging a journalistic per-
ception without correcting the public
story yourself.”
Steinberg did not seem to think, or
want to think, that Epstein’s appoint-
ment had much to do with secularism
or with a decline in faith. The position
of president, as Steinberg, having oc-
cupied it, understood it to be, is more
point person than director, it being a
matter of convenience to have a liaison
between the dozens of disparate chap-
laincies and the university’s admin-
istration. And yet when the Harvard
“He started calling me his best friend years ago, and now it’s Catholic Center also downplayed the
way too awkward to tell him I don’t feel the same way.” position as purely administrative, the
Crimson scoffed. Its editorial board learned to drive.) After studying screen-
wrote last week, “Epstein’s presidency writing at the Pratt Institute, she worked
is indeed significant, a bit of a shock, in administrative roles at independent
and—most importantly—cause for cel- movie-production houses. When an
ebration.” The a-religious, heavily rep- employer folded, in 2008, she told her-
resented in Cambridge but hardly at self, “This is a sign.” She had started
all in, say, Congress, had a champion. taking standup classes and began to pri-
For Steinberg, the greater indul- oritize open mikes. She started a WNYC
gence was that of self-assertion, in a podcast, “2 Dope Queens,” with the ac-
reputation economy that encourages tress and comedian Jessica Williams,
it. “The most striking and disappoint- and worked her way into writing for
ing headline to me was the one you “Portlandia” and acting in “I Love Dick.”
gave your own email message shar- Her first solo comedy special premières
ing the New York Times article with this fall, on HBO Max. “A lot of peo-
our body,” he wrote. “ ‘I’m in the NY- ple tell me, ‘You’re starting to break
Times Today.’” out,’” she said. “I’m, like, ‘Bitch, I’m al-
Epstein, the author of a book called most forty.’”
“Good Without God,” has been the Her heels clicked down the sidewalk;
humanist chaplain at Harvard since Phoebe Robinson across the street, a construction worker
2005 and serves in a similar role at M.I.T. watched her pass and whirred his power
For a time, he was an ethicist-in-resi- pandemic activities, on a walk through drill. Robinson whipped around and
dence at TechCrunch. He grew up in Williamsburg. She had on a sleeveless said, fiercely, “Oh, wow! Has that ever
Flushing, Queens, as a self-described lavender plaid blouse with matching worked for you?”
“assimilated and disinterested Reform shorts and Kelly-green kitten-heel san- She prefers to appraise the opposite
Jew” and discovered Buddhism and dals. “But then #PublishingPaidMe hap- sex on Instagram, via weekly posts
Taoism in high school, at Stuyvesant. pened.” She was referring to the social- hashtagged #ThirstyThursday. A recent
He’s a graduate of Harvard Divinity media campaign, started last year, that tribute to Paul Rudd: “We don’t know
School but has no connection to it in exposed racial disparities in the pub- Paul’s opinions on anything and the
his current role. lishing industry. It made Robinson re- universe rewarded him with collagen
Perhaps, in the midst of the High member her experience, back in 2015, that won’t quit. He’s 52 and looks 22.
Holy Days, Epstein, having digested of shopping her first essay collection, Meanwhile, Mitch McConnell is tri-
the rabbi’s rebukes, offered some pri- “You Can’t Touch My Hair.” The refrain fling and looks like he took roll call at
vate remediation—but all he’d say, last from most outlets: “This isn’t relatable. the Battle of Gettysburg.”
week, about Steinberg’s letter was “I Nobody wants this.” Plume, a division “It’s fun and silly,” she said. “Social
appreciated it and thanked him for it, of Penguin Random House, sang a dif- media can’t just be this thing where ev-
and I look forward to continuing to ferent tune; the book became a Times eryone is yelling opinions and hot takes.”
work closely with him.” Steinberg, for best-seller in 2016. It’s also a team effort; she employs three
his part, declined to say anything more, Her forthcoming essay collection, specialists from a company called Swim
citing Rosh Hashanah. He also, true “Please Don’t Sit on My Bed in Your Social. “So many people have teams but
to his dispatch, expressed a reluctance Outside Clothes,” will be the first work don’t say it,” she said. “It’s like when
to “center myself further in these re- published by Tiny Reparations Books, these celebs say, ‘I’m able to have a TV
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cent events.” her new imprint with Plume; ten more show and be a mom.’ Yeah, because you
—Nick Paumgarten titles are in the pipeline, all by début have a nanny. Just say you have a nanny.”
authors from underrepresented groups. Instagram is also how she was courted
READING DEPT. “A lot of times, whether you’re a woman, by her boyfriend, a tour manager for
HYPHENATE a person of color, or in the queer com- rock bands who goes by the handle Brit-
munity, people are, like, ‘Oh, we’re tak- ishBaekoff. Robinson refers to him as
ing a chance with this blah-blah-blah,’” Bae. They met at a U2 concert. “I didn’t
she said. “I don’t feel like I’m taking make the best first impression,” she said.
a chance. These are writers who have “I only cared about U2.”
worked really hard on their manuscripts. She opened the door to Brooklinen,
It’s just recognizing talent.” a purveyor of bed and bath products. “I
he number of celebrity-backed lines She added, “I do have to be mindful am loving this sage,” she said, picking
T of skin care and CBD could fill a
Costco. Phoebe Robinson, the actress,
of what will sell and what won’t sell.
And be mindful about advances. I can’t
up a bundle of dried leaves in a pink ce-
ramic bowl. “I think we want to start
comedian, and author, recently identi- just be, like, ‘I’m gonna give everyone a saging. We’ve become that couple.”
fied a more niche market. million dollars.’” Scented candles tailored to different
“I wasn’t planning on launching an Robinson grew up in Ohio intent on times of day—“Magic Hour,” “Night-
imprint,” she said the other day, of her moving to New York City. (She never cap”—were assessed.
18 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
A sales associate approached. “There’s In 2012, she moved back to New York a few pictures with a Canon D.S.L.R.,
also a sample set, if you wanted to get and decided to document every bird to which she had attached a telephoto
all of them.” species in Brooklyn Bridge Park. Four lens. “Let’s use Merlin,” she said, refer-
“There is?” Robinson exclaimed. years later, she published “Birding at ring to Cornell’s free bird-identification
“Why would you tell me that?” the Bridge,” a two-hundred-and-sev- app. She plugged in a photo, and infor-
Candles rung up and bagged, Rob- enty-nine-page book that’s partly a bird mation on the redstart popped up.
inson drifted to another display: a night- guide, partly a memoir, and partly a Merlin can also identify birds by
stand stacked with books and a canary- triumph of nature photography. That sound. “At this time of year, most birds
yellow alarm clock. “A friend of mine same year, she was hired to do what aren’t singing a lot, because they don’t
said that I have to stop using my phone has turned out to be her dream job (so have to attract mates or defend terri-
as an alarm,” she said. “So I can have far): Web development for the Cornell tory,” Wolf said. Even so, an especially
twenty minutes in the morning with- Lab of Ornithology. noisy bird was clearly audible among
out being, like, Twitter, New York Times, Late one afternoon this summer, Wolf the leaves nearby, and a Merlin utility
breaking news.” took a walk in what’s now her principal called Sound ID nailed it: a gray cat-
The associate went to the back to birding “patch,” the transformed East bird. “An interesting fact about Merlin
look for one of the clocks. She returned River piers that constitute Brooklyn is that it identifies birdsong visually,
empty-handed. “We’re all sold out,” she Bridge Park. (She and her boyfriend, rather than from audio signals,” she
said. The floor model was not for sale. who is also both a software developer continued. When the app records a bird
“We also have some other ones,” she and a birder, live near Red Hook, not far call, it generates a spectrogram, which
added, “but they’re not as fun.” from Pier 6.) “I call this the Dark For- looks like a tracing made by a seismo-
Robinson nodded. “Thanks for hav- est,” she said, on a shaded path that was graph during an earthquake. Different
1
ing my back, boo.” maybe two hundred yards from the species’ spectrograms aren’t as individual
—Sheila Yasmin Marikar Brooklyn-Queens Expressway. “There’s as fingerprints, but almost. Sound ID
a black-crowned night heron that often is powered by an artificial-intelligence
BRAVE NEW WORLD hangs out here, in this sumac—and there algorithm that bird-identification ex-
BIRDLIFE it is.” A large, hunched bird with a long perts and lab staff have trained by feed-
bill was perched on a branch, camouflaged ing it thousands of spectrograms sub-
by foliage. A young man and woman mitted by birders (through ebird.org,
stopped, and the man asked Wolf what one of the lab’s sites) and annotated by
she was looking at. “Wow!” he said. “How bird-sound experts. “Right now, there
did you even see that?” are four hundred and fifty-eight spe-
A bird with bright-orange markings cies that Merlin can identify by sound,”
eather Wolf earned a degree in f lew down and began splashing in a Wolf said. “Something we’re going to
H sociology at U.C.L.A., then spent
six years playing electric bass in a trav-
shallow pond below the sumac. “That’s
a male American redstart—a migrating
be working on soon is training the app
on urban environments. The more
elling band. She earned a master’s de- warbler,” Wolf said. “You can see that sound recordings we have with heli-
gree in information science, moved to his tail is fanned out and flicking, and copters in the background, the better
Brooklyn, and worked as a software de- one theory is that they do that to scare Merlin is going to do in identifying
veloper for a company based in Man- insects, which they then eat.” She took these birds.”
hattan. She founded JuggleFit, which This past spring, Wolf had numer-
promotes physical fitness and mindful- ous opportunities to listen to, watch,
ness through juggling, and she taught and photograph a family of common
Harry Connick, Jr., on television, to jug- ravens, which had nested under the
gle colored scarves. In 2006, she moved American flag near the top of one of
to Pensacola, earned another master’s the Brooklyn Bridge towers. “They
degree, in computer science, and spent had the best view in New York,” she
five years working on a Web site for the said, “and they were fun to watch be-
Navy. One day, as she was walking to cause they would sometimes fly up-
the beach on a path among the dunes, side down and do rolls—usually a half-
she was attacked, more or less, by a bird. roll, but on rare occasions a full or even
“It was mostly white, and it looked a double.” Ravens look like crows, but
a little like a gull,” she said recently. they’re bigger and have thicker bills,
“When I got home, I looked it up and and their tails are more wedge-shaped.
learned that it was a least tern and that They also make a sound that Merlin
least terns aggressively defend their identifies easily: a croak, rather than a
nests, which are just scrapes in the sand.” caw. “Ravens sound like frogs,” Wolf
She hadn’t thought about birds very said. “So, if you hear a frog flying above
often before that moment; afterward, you, look up.”
she thought about them all the time. Heather Wolf —David Owen
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founding of the local chapter of the
ANNALS OF EQUALITY N.A.A.C.P.
That year, Winson Hudson, the
Bell in 1980. He handled civil-rights cases, then came to question their impact.
20 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
a quarter of a century, there is an ex- have been swift to take advantage of had developed a keen interest in mat-
tensive academic field of literature cat- the controversy. In June, Governor ters of equality.
aloguing C.R.T.’s insights into the con- Greg Abbott, of Texas, signed a bill Bell was born in 1930 in Pittsburgh’s
tradictions of antidiscrimination law that restricts teaching about race in Hill District, the community immor-
and the complexities of legal advocacy the state’s public schools. Oklahoma, talized in August Wilson’s plays, and
for social justice. Tennessee, Idaho, Iowa, New Hamp- he attended Duquesne University be-
For the past several months, how- shire, South Carolina, and Arizona fore enlisting. After serving two years,
ever, conservatives have been waging have introduced similar legislation. But he entered the University of Pitts-
war on a wide-ranging set of claims in all the outrage and reaction is an burgh’s law school and, in 1957, was
that they wrongly ascribe to critical unwitting validation of the very argu- the only Black graduate in his class.
race theory, while barely mentioning ments that Bell made. Last year, after He landed a job in the newly formed
the body of scholarship behind it or the murder of George Floyd, Ameri- civil-rights division of the Depart-
even Bell’s name. As Christopher F. cans started confronting the geneal- ment of Justice, but when his superi-
Rufo, an activist who launched the re- ogy of racism in this country in such ors became aware that he was a mem-
cent crusade, said on Twitter, the goal large numbers that the moment was ber of the N.A.A.C.P. they told him
from the start was to distort the idea referred to as a reckoning. Bell, who that the membership constituted a
into an absurdist touchstone. “We have died in 2011, at the age of eighty, would conflict of interest, and that he had
successfully frozen their brand—‘crit- have been less focussed on the fact to resign from the organization. In a
ical race theory’—into the public con- that white politicians responded to move that would become a theme in
versation and are steadily driving up that reckoning by curtailing discus- his career, Bell quit his job rather than
negative perceptions. We will eventu- sions of race in public schools than compromise a principle. He began
ally turn it toxic, as we put all of the that they did so in conjunction with working, instead, at the Pittsburgh
various cultural insanities under that a larger effort to shore up the politi- N.A.A.C.P., where he met Marshall,
brand category,” he wrote. Accordingly, cal structures that disadvantage Afri- who hired him in 1960 as a staff at-
C.R.T. has been defined as Black- can Americans. Another irony is that torney at the Legal Defense Fund.
supremacist racism, false history, and C.R.T. has become a fixation of con- The L.D.F. was the legal arm of the
the terrible apotheosis of wokeness. servatives despite the fact that some N.A.A.C.P. until 1957, when it spun
Patricia Williams, one of the key schol- of its sharpest critiques were directed off as a separate organization.
ars of the C.R.T. canon, refers to the at the ultimate failings of liberalism, Bell arrived at a crucial moment in
ongoing mischaracterization as “defi- beginning with Bell’s own early in- the L.D.F.’s history. In 1956, two years
nitional theft.” volvement with one of its most her- after Brown, it successfully litigated
Vinay Harpalani, a law professor at alded achievements. Browder v. Gayle, the case that struck
the University of New Mexico, who down segregation on city buses in Al-
took a constitutional-law class that Bell n May, 1954, when the Supreme abama—and handed Martin Luther
taught at New York University in 2008,
remembers his creating a climate of in-
I Court struck down legally man-
dated racial segregation in public
King, Jr., and the Montgomery Im-
provement Association a victory in the
tellectual tolerance. “There were con- schools, in Brown v. Board of Educa- yearlong boycott they had organized.
servative white male students who got tion of Topeka, the decision was in- The L.D.F. launched desegregation
along very well with Professor Bell, be- stantly recognized as a watershed in lawsuits across the South, and Bell su-
cause he respected their opinion,” Har- the nation’s history. A legal team from pervised or handled many of them.
palani told me. “The irony of the con- the N.A.A.C.P. Legal Defense and But, when Winson Hudson contacted
servative attack is that he was more Educational Fund, led by Thurgood him, she opened a window onto the
respectful of conservative students and Marshall, argued that segregation vi- distance between the agenda of the
giving conservatives a voice than any- olated the equal-protection clause of national civil-rights organizations and
one.” Sarah Lustbader, a public de- the Fourteenth Amendment, by in- the priorities of the local communi-
fender based in New York City who flicting psychological harm on Black ties they were charged with serving.
was a teaching assistant for Bell’s con- children. Chief Justice Earl Warren In her memoir, she recalled a conten-
stitutional-law class in 2010, has a sim- took the unusual step of persuading tious exchange she had, before she
ilar recollection. “When people fear the other Justices to reach a consen- contacted Bell, with a white represen-
critical race theory, it stems from this sus, so that their ruling would carry tative of the school board. She told
idea that their children will be indoc- the weight of unanimity. In time, many him, “If you don’t bring the school
trinated somehow. But Bell’s class was came to see the decision as an open- back to Harmony, we will be going to
the least indoctrinated class I took in ing salvo of the modern civil-rights your school.” Where the L.D.F. saw
law school,” she said. “We got the most movement, and it made Marshall one integration as the objective, Hudson
freedom in that class to reach our own of the most recognizable lawyers in saw it as leverage to be used in the
conclusions without judgment, as long the country. His stewardship of the fight to maintain a quality Black school
as they were good-faith arguments and case was particularly inspiring to Der- in her community.
well argued and reasonable.” rick Bell, who was then a twenty-four- The Harmony school had already
Republican lawmakers, however, year-old Air Force officer and who become a flashpoint. Medgar Evers,
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the Mississippi field secretary for the for saving the Union. Between 1954 touched. He criticized the decision as
N.A.A.C.P., visited the town and as- and 1968, the civil-rights movement evidence that the Court valorized a
sisted in organizing the local chapter. brought about changes that were kind of default color blindness, as op-
He told members that the work they thought of as a second Reconstruc- posed to an intentional awareness of
were embarking on could get them tion. King’s death was a devastating race and of the need to address his-
killed. Bell, during his trips to the state, loss, but hope persisted that a broader torical wrongs. He likely would have
made a point of not driving himself; vista of possibilities for Black people seen the same principle at work in the
he knew that a wrong turn on unfa- and for the nation lay ahead. Yet, 2013 Supreme Court ruling in Shelby
miliar roads could have fatal conse- within a few years, as volatile conflicts County v. Holder, which gutted the
quences. He was arrested for using a over affirmative action and school Voting Rights Act.
whites-only phone booth in Jackson, busing arose, those victories began to In the years surrounding the Bakke
and, upon his safe return to New York, look less like an antidote than like a case, Bell published two articles that
Marshall mordantly joked that, if he treatment for an ailment whose worst were considered both brilliant and he-
got himself killed in Mississippi, the symptoms can be temporarily allevi- retical. The first, “Serving Two Mas-
L.D.F. would use his funeral as a fund- ated but which cannot be cured. Bell ters,” which appeared in March, 1976,
raiser. The dangers, however, were very was ahead of many others in reach- in the Yale Law Journal, cited his own
real. In June of 1963, a white suprem- ing this conclusion. If the civil-rights role in the Harmony case. He wrote
acist shot and killed Evers in his drive- movement had been a second Recon- that the mission of groups engaged
way, in Jackson; he was thirty-seven struction, it was worth remembering in civil-rights litigation, such as the
years old. In subsequent years, there that the first one had ended in the N.A.A.C.P., represented an inherent
was an attempted firebombing of Hud- fiery purges of the so-called Redemp- conflict of interest. The two masters of
son’s home and two bombings at the tion era, in which slavery, though abol- the title were the groups’ interests and
home of her sister, Dovie, who was ished by the Thirteenth Amendment, those of their clients; what the groups
Diane Hudson’s mother and was in- was resurrected in new forms, such as wanted to achieve may not have aligned
volved in the movement. That suffer- sharecropping and convict leasing. with what their clients wanted—or
ing and loss could not have eased Bell’s Bell seemed to have found himself in even needed. The concept of an inher-
growing sense that his efforts had only a position akin to Thomas Paine’s: ent conflict was crucial to Bell’s under-
helped create a more durable system he’d been both a participant in a rev- standing of how and why the move-
of segregation. olution and a witness to the events ment had played out as it did: the
that revealed the limitations of its heights it had attained had paradox-
ell left the L.D.F. in 1966 for an achievements. ically shown how far there still was to
B academic career that took him first
to the University of Southern Califor-
Bell’s skepticism was deepened by
the Supreme Court’s 1978 decision
go and how difficult it would be to get
there. Imani Perry, a legal scholar and
nia’s law school, where he directed the in Bakke v. University of California, a professor of African American stud-
public-interest legal center, and then, which challenged affirmative action ies at Princeton, who knew Bell, told
in 1969, in the aftermath of King’s as- in higher education. Allan Bakke, a me how audacious it was at the time
sassination, to Harvard Law School, white prospective medical student, for Bell to “raise questions about his
as a lecturer. Derek Bok, the dean of was twice rejected by U.C. Davis. own role as an advocate and, perhaps,
the school, promised Bell that he would He sued the regents of the University the way in which we structured civil-
be “the first but not the last” of his of California, arguing that he had rights advocacy.”
Black hires. In 1971, Bok was made the been denied admission because of the Jack Greenberg, who served as the
president of the university, and Bell school’s minority set-aside admissions, director-counsel of the L.D.F. from
became Harvard Law’s first Black ten- or quotas—and that affirmative ac- 1961 to 1984, depicted Bell in his mem-
ured professor. He began creating courses tion amounted to “reverse discrimina- oir, “Crusaders in the Courts,” as a
that explored the nexus of civil rights tion.” The Supreme Court ruled that complex, frustrating figure, whose
and the law—a departure from tradi- race could be considered, among other stringent criticism of the organiza-
tional pedagogy. factors, for admission, and that diver- tion’s history and philosophy led to
In 1970, he had published a case- sifying admissions was both a com- tensions in their own relationship. Yet
book titled “Race, Racism and Amer- pelling interest and permissible under Sherrilyn Ifill, the current president
ican Law,” a pioneering examination the Constitution, but that the Uni- and director-counsel, told me that,
of the unifying themes in civil-rights versity of California’s explicit quota despite some initial consternation in
litigation throughout American his- system was not. Bakke was admitted civil-rights circles, Bell’s perspective
tory. The book also contained the seeds to the school. eventually found purchase even among
of an idea that became a prominent Bell saw in the decision the begin- those he had criticized. “I think most
element in his work: that racial prog- ning of a new phase of challenges. Di- of us—especially those who long ad-
ress had occurred mainly when it versity is not the same as redress, he mired and were mentored by Bell—
aligned with white interests—begin- argued; it could provide the appear- read his work as a cautionary tale for
ning with emancipation, which, he ance of equality while leaving the un- us as lawyers,” Ifill told me. Today, she
noted, came about as a prerequisite derlying machinery of inequality un- said, L.D.F. attorneys teach Bell’s work
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to students in New York University’s States. The civil-rights movement had American racism internationally; the
Racial Equity Strategies Clinic. been based on the idea that the Amer- tactic became more common after the
Bell eventually formulated a broader ican system could be made to live up start of the Cold War.)
criticism of the objectives of both the to the democratic creed prescribed in The historians Mary L. Dudziak,
movement and its lawyers. The issue its founding documents. But Bell had Carol Anderson, and Penny Von Eschen,
of busing was particularly complicated. begun to think that the system was among others, later substantiated Bell’s
Brown v. Board of Education centered working exactly as it was intended to— point, arguing that America’s racial
on the circumstances of Linda Brown, that that was why progress was invari- problems were particularly disruptive
an eight-year-old girl who lived in a ably met with reversal. Indeed, by the to diplomatic relations with India and
mixed neighborhood in Topeka, Kan- eighties, it was increasingly clear that the African states emerging from co-
sas, but was forced to travel nearly an the momentum to desegregate schools lonialism, which were subject to pitched
hour to a Black school rather than at- had stalled; a 2006 study by the Civil competition for their allegiance from
tend one closer to her home, which, Rights Project, at U.C.L.A., found that the superpowers. The civil-rights
under the law, was reserved for white many of the advances made in the first movement’s victories, Bell argued, were
children. During the seventies, in an years had been erased during the nine- not a sign of moral maturation in white
attempt to put integration into prac- ties, and that seventy-three per cent of America but a reflection of its geopo-
tice, school districts sent Black stu- Black students around that time at- litical pragmatism. For people who’d
dents to better-financed white schools. tended schools in which most students been inspired by the idea of the move-
The presumption was that white par- were minorities. ment as a triumph of conscience, these
ents and administrators would not un- In Bell’s second major article of arguments were deeply unsettling.
derfund schools that Black children this period, “Brown v. Board of Ed-
attended if white children were also ucation and the Interest-Convergence n 1980, Bell left Harvard to become
students there. In effect, it was hoped
that the valuation of whiteness would
Dilemma,” published in January of
1980 in the Harvard Law Review, he
I the dean of the University of Ore-
gon law school, but he resigned five
be turned against itself. But, in a re- lanced the perception that the socie- years later, after a search committee
versal of Linda Brown’s situation, the tal changes of the mid-twentieth cen- declined to extend the offer of a fac-
white schools were generally farther tury were the result of a moral awak- ulty position to an Asian woman when
away than the local schools the stu- ening among whites. Instead, he wrote, its first two choices, who were both
dents would otherwise have gone to. they were a product of “interest con- white men, turned it down. Harvard
So the remedy effectively imposed the vergence” and Cold War pragmatism. Law rehired Bell as a professor. His
same burden as had been imposed on Armed with images of American ra- influence had grown measurably since
Brown, albeit with the opposite in- cial hypocrisy, the Soviet Union had he began teaching; “Race, Racism and
tentions. Bell “was pessimistic about a damning counter to American crit- American Law,” which was largely over-
the effectiveness of busing, and at a icism of its behavior in Eastern Eu- looked at the time of its publication,
time when a lot of people weren’t,” the rope. (As early as the 1931 Scottsboro had come to be viewed as a founda-
scholar Patricia Williams told me. trial, in which nine African Ameri- tional text. Yet during his absence from
More significant, Bell was growing can teen-agers were wrongfully con- Harvard no one was assigned to teach
doubtful about the prospect of ever victed of raping two white women, his key class, which was based on the
achieving racial equality in the United the Soviets publicized examples of book. Some students interpreted this
omission as disregard for issues of race,
and it gave rise to the first of two events
that, in particular, led to the creation
of C.R.T. The legal scholar Kimberlé
Crenshaw, who was a student at the
law school at the time, told me, “We
initially coalesced as students and young
law professors around this course that
the law school refused to teach.” In
1982, the group organized a series of
guest speakers and conducted a ver-
sion of the class themselves.
At the same time, the legal acad-
emy was roiled by debates generated
by a movement called critical legal stud-
ies; a group of progressive scholars,
most of them white, had, beginning in
the seventies, advanced the contentious
idea that the law, rather than being a
neutral system based on objective prin-
ciples, operated to reinforce established had never really considered them. Her fiction and, in 1992, he published a
social hierarchies. Another group of ideas about intersectionality as a legal collection of short stories, called “Faces
scholars found C.L.S. both intriguing blind spot now regularly feature in at the Bottom of the Well.” A Black
and unsatisfying: here was a tool that analyses not only of public policy but female lawyer named Geneva Cren-
allowed them to articulate the meth- of literature, sociology, and history. shaw, the protagonist of many of the
ods by which the legal system shored As C.R.T. began to take shape, Bell stories, serves as Bell’s alter ego. (Bell
up inequality, but in a way that was became more deeply involved in an later told Kimberlé Crenshaw that
more insightful about class than it was ongoing push to diversify the Harvard he had “borrowed” her surname for
about race. (The “crits,” as the C.L.S. law-school faculty. In 1990, he an- the character, who was a composite of
adherents were known, had not “come nounced that he would take Black women lawyers
to terms with the particularity of race,” an unpaid leave to protest who had inf luenced his
Crenshaw and her co-editors Neil the fact that Harvard Law thinking.) Kirkus Reviews
Gotanda, Gary Peller, and Kendall had never granted tenure noted that, despite some
Thomas later noted, in the introduc- to a Black woman. Since “lackluster writing,” the
tion to the 1995 anthology “Critical Bell’s hiring, almost twenty stories offered “insight into
Race Theory: The Key Writings That years earlier, a few other the rage, frustration, and
Formed the Movement.”) Black men had joined the yearning of being black in
The next def ining moment in faculty, including Randall America.” The Times de-
C.R.T.’s creation came in 1989, when Kennedy and Charles Ogle- scribed the collection as
a group that developed out of the Har- tree, in 1984 and 1989. But “Jonathan Swift come to
vard seminars decided to hold a retreat Bell, cajoled by younger law school.” But the book’s
at the University of Wisconsin, where feminist legal scholars, Crenshaw subtitle, “The Permanence of Racism,”
David Trubek, a central figure in the among them, came to recognize the garnered nearly as much attention as
C.L.S. movement, taught. Casting unique burdens that went with being its literary merits.
about for a way to describe what the both Black and female. The collection includes “The Space
retreat would address, Crenshaw re- That April, Bell spoke at a rally on Traders,” Bell’s best-known piece of
ferred to “new developments in criti- campus, where he was introduced by fiction. In the story, extraterrestrials
cal race theory.” The name was meant the twenty-eight-year-old president land in the United States and make
to situate the group at the intersection of the Harvard Law Review, Barack an offer: they will reverse the severe
of C.L.S. and the intractable questions Obama. In his comments, Obama said damage the nation has done to the en-
of race. Legal scholars such as Rich- that Bell’s “scholarship has opened up vironment, provide it with a clean en-
ard Delgado, Patricia Williams, Mari new vistas and new horizons and ergy source, and give it enough gold
Matsuda, and Alan Freeman (attacks changed the standards of what legal to resurrect the economy, which has
on C.R.T. have conveniently over- writing is about.” Bell told the crowd, been ruined by policies favoring the
looked the fact that not all its found- “To be candid, I cannot afford a year rich. In exchange, the aliens want the
ing scholars were Black) began pub- or more without my law-school salary. government to turn every Black per-
lishing work in legal journals that But I cannot continue to urge students son in the country over to them. A
furthered the discourse around race, to take risks for what they believe if I consensus emerges that the Adminis-
power, and law. do not practice my own precepts.” tration should take the deal, on the
Crenshaw contributed what became In 1991, Bell accepted a visiting pro- ground that mandating that Black peo-
one of the best-known elements of fessorship at the N.Y.U. law school, ex- ple leave is not all that different from
C.R.T. in 1989, when she published an tended by John Sexton, the dean and drafting them to go to war. Whites
article in the University of Chicago Legal a former student of Bell’s. Harvard did largely support the measure. Jewish
Forum titled “Demarginalizing the In- not hire a Black woman and, in the groups oppose it, as an echo of Na-
tersection of Race and Sex: A Black third year of his protest, Bell refused zism, but they are silenced when a tide
Feminist Critique of Antidiscrimina- to return, ending his tenure at the uni- of anti-Semitism sweeps the nation.
tion Doctrine, Feminist Theory and versity. In 1998, Lani Guinier became A corporate coalition opposes the trade,
Antiracist Politics.” Her central argu- the first woman of color to be given because Black people make up so much
ment, about “intersectionality”—the tenure at the law school. of the consumer market. Businesses
way in which people who belong to that supply law enforcement and the
more than one marginalized commu- ell remained a visiting professor prison industry oppose it, too, recog-
nity can be overlooked by antidiscrim-
ination law—was a distillation of the
B at N.Y.U. for the rest of his life,
declining offers to become a tenured
nizing the impact that the disappear-
ance would have on their bottom line.
kinds of problems that C.R.T. ad- member of the faculty. He continued A Black member of the Adminis-
dressed. These were problems that to speak and write on subjects relat- tration decides that the only way to get
could not have been seen clearly un- ing to law and race, and some of his white people to veto the proposal is to
less there had been a civil-rights move- most important work during this pe- convince them that leaving with the
ment, but for which liberalism had no riod came in an unorthodox form. In aliens would be an entitlement that un-
ready answer because, in large part, it the eighties, he had begun to write deserving Blacks would achieve at their
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expense; his plan fails. The story ends an alternative ruling in Brown. In this his work at the University of Chicago,
with twenty million African Ameri- version, which was clearly informed stood to become the frst Black Pres-
cans, arms linked by chains, preparing by Bell’s reconsideration of Hudson v. ident. I thought that his skepticism
to leave “the New World as their fore- Leake County, the Court holds that had turned into fatalism. But, a decade
bears had arrived.” The narrative is bleak, enforcing integration would spark such later, during the most reactionary mo-
but it offers a trenchant commentary discord that it would likely fail, so the ments of the Trump era, Bell’s words
on the frailty of Black citizenship and Justices issue a mandate to make Black seemed clarifying. On January 6th of
the tentative nature of inclusion, and it and white schools equal, and create a this year, as a mob stormed the Capi-
echoes a theme of Bell’s earlier work— board of oversight to insure that school tol in an attempt to overturn a Presi-
that Black rights have been held hos- districts comply. Bell says in the book dential election, the words seemed
tage to white self-interest. that he wrote the ruling when a friend nearly prophetic. It would not have
The late critic and essayist Stanley asked him whether the Court could surprised Bell that Obama’s election
Crouch told me in 1997 about a panel have framed its decision “differently and the strength of the Black elector-
he appeared on with Bell, in which from, and better than” the one it chose ate that helped him win are central
he’d criticized Bell’s dire forecasts. “He to hand down. His response is a re- factors in the current tide of white na-
was clean. I’m looking at this beautiful buke to the Warren Court’s ruling and tionalism and voter suppression.
chalk-gray suit he had on that cost also, implicitly, to the position taken Bell did not live to see the election
about twelve hundred dollars, ” Crouch by the man who gave Bell his job as of Donald Trump, but, as his mention
told me. “I said to myself, ‘There’s an L.D.F. attorney—Thurgood Mar- of the nation’s “premature demise” sug-
something wrong with this.’ For me shall, who had overseen the plaintiff’s gests, he clearly understood that some-
having been involved with Friends of suit and sought integration as a rem- one like him could come to power.
sncc and core thirty-fve years ago, edy. Yet, Crenshaw said, “at the end of Still, the current attacks on critical
we’d be talking with guys from Mis- the day, if Bell had been on the Court, race theory have arrived decades too
sissippi back then who weren’t as pes- would he have written that opinion? late to prevent its core tenets from en-
simistic.” He added, “To hear that from Well, I highly doubt it.” As she told tering the legal canon. The cohort of
him was the height of irresponsibility.” me, “A lot of what Derrick would do young legal scholars that Bell influ-
In an essay titled “Dumb Bell Blues,” would be intentionally provocative.” enced went on to important positions
Crouch wrote that Bell’s theory of in- in the academy, and many of them,
terest convergence undermined the he 2008 election of Barack Obama including Crenshaw, Williams, Mat-
importance of Black achievements in
transforming American society. Whereas
T to the Presidency, which inher-
ently represented a validation of the
suda, and Cheryl Harris, have influ-
enced subsequent generations of think-
he regarded Bell’s view as pessimism, civil-rights movement, seemed like a ers themselves. People who looked at
to Bell it was hard-won realism. Imani refutation of Bell’s arguments. I knew the deaths of George Floyd and Bre-
Perry told me, “Even as he had a kind Bell casually by that point—in 2001, onna Taylor and others and concluded
of skepticism about the prospect that I had interviewed him for an article that they were not anomalies but ev-
racism would end, or that you’d get a on the L.D.F.’s legacy, and we had kept idence that the system was function-
just judicial order, he was still thinking in touch. In August of 2008, during an ing as it was designed to, were artic-
about how you move the society, what e-mail exchange about James Bald- ulating the conclusion that Bell had
will move, and what will be much harder win’s birthday, our discussion turned drawn decades earlier. “The gap be-
to move.” to Obama’s campaign. He suggested tween words and reality in the Amer-
Part of Bell’s intent was simply that Baldwin might have found the ican project—that is what critical race
to establish expectations. Crenshaw Senator too reticent and too moder- theory is, where it lies,” Perry told me.
mentioned to me “Silent Covenants,” ate on matters of race. Bell himself The gap persists and, consequently,
a book on the legacy of Brown, which was not much more encouraged. He Bell’s perspective retains its relevance.
Bell published in 2004. In it, he de- wrote, “We can recognize this cam- Even after his death, it has been far
scribes a 2002 ceremony at Yale, at paign as a signifcant moment like the easier to disagree with him than to
which Judge L. Robert Carter was civil rights protests, the 1963 March prove him wrong.
awarded an honorary degree. When for Jobs and Justice in D.C., the Brown Vinay Harpalani told me, “Some-
the university’s president noted that decision, so many more great moments one asked him once, ‘What do you
Carter had been one of the attorneys that in retrospect promised much and, say about critical race theory?’ ” Bell
who argued Brown, the crowd leaped in the end, signifed nothing except frst replied, “I don’t know what that
to its feet in an ovation, which prompted that the hostility and alienation to- is,” but then offered, “To me, it means
Bell to wonder, “How could a decision ward black people continues in forms telling the truth, even in the face of
that promised so much and, by its terms, that frustrate thoughtful blacks and criticism.” Harpalani added, “He was
accomplished so little have gained so place the country ever closer to its pre- just telling his story. He was telling
hallowed a place among some of the mature demise.” his truth, and that’s what he wanted
nation’s better-educated and most- I was struck by his ominous out- everyone to do. So, as far as Derrick
successful individuals?” look, especially since someone Bell Bell goes, that’s probably what I think
“Silent Covenants” also features knew personally, and who had taught is important.”
26 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
Grant is a main-titles piece of talent.
SHOUTS & MURMURS We will need to make that work
somehow.
Since the other actors have all
agreed to end credits, one idea is to
change the title of the show itself, so
that it has Grant’s name in it. It doesn’t
have to be the first word in the title,
but something along the lines of
“Grant’s Shenandoah Charade” might
make this work. You let us know if
there’s another way to skin this par-
ticular pony.
The North Star for our team is al-
ways Grant’s creative engagement.
And, as we said, on that count we do
want to make this work.
He has the script in hand and is
prepared to commit to engaging.
He does have notes.
Most of them are things that can
be solved and chewed up into bite-
sized morsels “on the day,” perhaps
during the first two hours of blocking.
Also, there’s his gift for improv. Which
the Guys should get ready for in the
best way.
But there are two threshold creative
notes that need to be resolved up front,
before we get into the schedule, money,
and credit stuff, so that the tail isn’t
wagging the lion here.
First: As currently scripted, Grant’s
WE CAN
character doesn’t appear until Epi-
sode 10—of twelve. Our concern isn’t
MAKE IT WORK
the size of the part but that, as it’s
written now, he dies in Episode 11.
Is there a way that the series could
BY BRIAN KOPPELMAN sort of tease this, to make the role more
enticing to play? The idea here is to
Got the script. Grant does want to make this work open the series with Grant getting
Sorry to leave you hanging so close creatively. And the schedule stuff can speared through the heart, and then
to production on the series. be solved. But we are really going to wrap around, like Morgan did on Sea-
The good news is that, on the cre- have to make the money work in order son 2 of “The Crown.”
ative side, we can make it work. for this to happen. We know you have Can we make that work?
There are a few small scheduling is- other deals in place. And we don’t Second: Does he have to die? The
sues related to Grant’s other commit- want to upset the apple cart, so all we notion being that we (read: the audi-
ments, but, if the Guys really want him, need on that front is favored nations ence) could think he dies in Episode 11,
we think that we can make it work. plus ten. but then, at the end of Episode 12, the
The show would just need to f ly The good news is we want to make last thing we see is him removing the
him in and out. Nightly. His time is it happen. Grant wants to. And, from spear and suturing himself.
precious right now, because he’s got the note the Guys wrote to Grant when Let me know when the Guys can
family issues. they sent the script, it seems like they fly to Tanzania to grab a quick jam ses-
He’s not with the family. He’s in Vegas. also want to make it work. sion with Grant, to vibe on the char-
Far away from them. But it really clears Which is great. Because the agency acter arc.
LUCI GUTIÉRREZ
his head to be there. What with the girls wants to make it work. And, as Grant’s Once we settle the business stuff,
and the gambling and so forth. manager, I also want to make it work. we can set this meeting.
So, that’s schedule. There’s also the As far as credit. We know that And, at that point, he will read
money. the Guys plan to do end credits. But the script.
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 27
ing someone’s eye at a stoplight, then
ONWARD AND UPWARD WITH THE ARTS driving on. She whipped the first note
up quicker than before, then did it again,
VOX POP
and again. Her drummer asked if she
wanted backup. “No,” Polachek said.
“But thank you.” Polachek is thirty-six,
The singer-songwriter Caroline Polachek returns to live performance. with long brown hair, pond-green eyes,
and a default expression of searching
BY JIA TOLENTINO ambivalence. There is a touch of the
uncanny about her face; she can resem-
ble a cyborg who has somehow wan-
dered into a Tolkien novel. She has
trained in bel canto, on and off, for the
past two decades. “Her high voice has
always had a silver to it, a shimmer, and
then in her lower range there’s velvet,”
her opera teacher, Pamela Kuhn, told
me. Polachek deploys her voice as a
shape-shifting instrument: a silk rope
that can curl up low and lush, or de-
materialize into gossamer, or snap at
the bull’s-eye of a melody. In the song
“So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings,”
she goes on a vocal run that mimics a
guitar solo in its taut, sinewy ornamen-
tation. Many of her songs contain syn-
thetic-sounding vocal slips that a lis-
tener might attribute to Auto-Tune, but
which Polachek achieves by flipping
sharply between her head voice and her
chest voice. As she talked the audio en-
gineers through imperceptible adjust-
ments to the backing track, she launched
into mini-warmups that sounded like
special effects, like outer-space yowl-
ing. Her voice was wearing down, but
she was pushing it, trying to keep it
warm and limber.
Polachek’s choreographer, C Prinz,
a willowy blonde in combat boots, held
n early August, Caroline Polachek tense. A few weeks earlier, when she a microphone and coached Polachek
I practiced her whistling in a dark,
foggy warehouse, deep in the San Fer-
began rehearsing, she panicked. “I had
completely forgotten how to be a body
through her in-ears as they ran through
the set, keeping her eyes locked on Po-
nando Valley, as lights sliced the room in front of a crowd,” she told me later. lachek and mirroring each arm fling
into coruscating triangles. She was re- “You do shows on Instagram Live, and body roll. She had choreographed
hearsing for her first show since the but you’re just a picture on a screen. I the show by watching Polachek move
pandemic took hold. It would be in Los thought, I don’t think I can live up to freely to her music and then sharpen-
Angeles, at the Greek Theatre, an out- this. I don’t think I can hold this mo- ing her gestures, giving her imaginary
door venue with a capacity of around ment down.” She got her band together, props to hold. The mood that Prinz
six thousand—the biggest gig that she’d re-started her rigorous vocal drills, and wanted was “sophisticated, and sexy,
ever played as a solo headliner. Polachek resumed sessions with her choreogra- and held. Like the feeling you get just
released “Pang,” her first album under pher. Now the doors were set to open before someone runs their nail down
her real name, in the fall of 2019, and, in less than twenty-four hours. the small of your back.” Polachek was
despite a year and a half of collective The whistling provides one of the singing a hypnotic low verse from an-
isolation, she was more famous than hooks on her most recent single, “Bunny other new song, “Billions,” which is
she’d ever been.The pressure of reëmerg- Is a Rider,” an insouciant song with a cosmic and pulsing. She seemed to be
ing under these circumstances felt in- sweltering bass line that feels like catch- collecting energy and releasing it, slowly,
through her hands and her hips.
Polachek’s voice is a protean instrument that can shimmer, coo, howl, and soar. Polachek’s career started with guys
28 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 PHOTOGRAPH BY DAMON CASAREZ
and guitars. She co-founded the indie collaborators Charli XCX and Chris- at the expense of precision or perfec-
band Chairlift when she was in college, tine and the Queens, Polachek has a tion or prettiness,” she said. “The last
in the early two-thousands, and the future-facing sonic playfulness at a time few years have made me realize the im-
group quickly reached a steady level of when many younger pop stars—Lorde, portance of that in pop music, and that
afternoon-set-at-a-festival success. But Billie Eilish, Clairo—have gone retro. that—heart, and honesty—is what I
“Pang,” a sumptuous avant-pop record Polachek appeared on Charli’s album have to offer.” We were on our way to
about the ecstatic terrors of love, had “Pop 2” and on Christine’s EP “La Vita another rehearsal, with members of the
inspired a fervent new following. In- Nuova,” and both artists were set to National Children’s Chorus. Polachek
stead of being the lead singer of a band, perform with her at the Greek. It would was bringing them out for an encore.
Polachek was now an alt-pop diva be their first proper concert since the I briefly imagined hearing a children’s
whose fans wrote things like “omfg i’m start of the pandemic, too. choir after a year and a half without
gonna cry and pee yes queen” on Insta- Polachek had been rehearsing in live music, and told Polachek that I was
gram and showed up to gigs in leather the warehouse all week. “I feel like a looking forward to crying. “I am, too,”
and mesh. (The phrase “Bunny Is a giant bruise—my voice, my head, my she said. Her eyes welled up softly and
Rider” was printed on white cotton feet,” she said, as we emerged, at 5:30 suddenly. “I kept breaking down during
thongs; they sold out in every size.) P.M., into the blazing August heat. She dance rehearsals,” she told me. “It was
Polachek, who has also written songs settled into the back seat of her man- the walk-on. I’ve had to vividly imag-
for other performers—including “No ager’s car, trembling like a greyhound. ine the crowd. I’ve had to practice that
Angel,” a track on Beyoncé’s self-titled Her face wore the blasted-out look of over and over, because I would just
album, from 2013—is as stylized as a a person coming down from an acid imagine everyone there and I would
Top Forty artist, but she has an exper- trip; her nails, painted a glossy terra- think, God, I miss this.” Her voice wob-
imental aesthetic, tending toward the cotta, were clattering. She slowed down bled, then broke. “We’ve all missed this,
esoteric. The visuals for “Pang” were her vibrating body by taking measured you know?”
partly inspired by the mid-twentieth- breaths. I apologized, conscious that I
century American illustrator Eyvind was intruding on a tiny window for olachek’s last show before the pan-
Earle and the seventeenth-century en-
graver Jacques Hurtu. She has co-di-
decompression. “No, this is good,” she
said, smiling mischievously. “When
P demic shutdown was on March 11,
2020, at Heaven, a club in North Lon-
rected several of her frequently surreal I’m fucked up, that’s the real me, right?” don. The coronavirus was all over the
music videos with her boyfriend, the The show at the Greek had been news, and she was sure that she would
visual artist Matt Copson. booked since the spring. It would be not be performing again for some time.
She also serves as her own producer, the second show at the venue since its The energy in the room felt height-
often working with Danny L Harle, reopening. Polachek had thought that ened and final, she said. After the show,
who’s known for the frenetic digital it might be a moment of straightfor- she decided to stay in London a little
sound associated with the London- ward catharsis: the audience, liberated longer, to do some more sessions with
based record label PC Music. Polachek by vaccination, would stream in un- Harle. A few days later, she woke up
obsessively tweaks every aspect of her masked, ready for some temporary with a grinding headache that she cor-
output, mocking up the art for her sin- magic. Instead, in July, the Delta vari- rectly suspected was a symptom of
gles on Photoshop and adjusting indi- ant began causing infections among COVID. Dazed, in bed, she made a Goo-
vidual cymbal hits until the last min- the vaccinated and filling hospitals with gle spreadsheet of everyone who’d been
ute. “I can remember two or three the unvaccinated. Polachek, along with backstage with her at Heaven, and
sessions that descended into Caroline a playlist’s worth of alt-pop stars, had began calling and texting people. It was
listening to one bar of the high hat on attended a birthday rave in L.A. that a frantic moment; there weren’t enough
loop for ninety minutes, bobbing her month, which resulted in a smattering tests or P.P.E. anywhere. Her father,
head maniacally,” Harle said, laugh- of positive tests. During rehearsals, ev- James, was in a nursing home in New
ing. Daniel Nigro, the producer behind erybody on site was tested every day. York City. Within weeks, he, too, came
Olivia Rodrigo’s chart-topping début “For the last year, everyone’s been liv- down with COVID.
album, also worked on “Pang.” He told ing in this state of not knowing, of faith- Polachek was born in Manhattan,
me that, although his job often involves lessness about the future, and in that but she spent her early childhood in
vocal production, Polachek produced sense I don’t think this moment is any Tokyo, where her parents, both of them
her own vocals with every take. “You’ll different,” Polachek said, in the car. She ex-academics, managed investment port-
tell her that a take was great and she’ll paused. “If anything, the not knowing folios. Her favorite TV show, “Creamy
say, ‘No, I can do better, I’m going to makes this show feel as meaningful as Mami, the Magic Angel,” was about a
sing it with a more guttural response,’ it could possibly be.” girl who turned into a pop star after
and then she’ll do that take and you’ll She had been attempting to let go being granted powers by an alien. She
say, ‘Whoa, that is way better.’” of her need for exacting control. “The resisted music lessons, but could play
Polachek has a trickster’s interest in existential key that turned for me was songs on the piano by ear. Her father
creative manipulation: she is both the realizing that I wanted everything to was a classical pianist and violinist, and
magician and the woman stepping into have as much heart in it as it could, to keep his daughter’s sonic experiments
the box. Like her friends and occasional and that I was happy for that to come from becoming disruptive he bought
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 29
her a Yamaha keyboard for her room. her recovery. By late April, it was clear The two started dating, and formed
When she was seven, her family moved that he wasn’t going to make it. “Say- Chairlift. They moved to Brooklyn in
to Greenwich, Connecticut, and Po- ing goodbye to him over FaceTime was 2006; there, they joined up with the
lachek, a loner until late adolescence, one of the most painful experiences producer Patrick Wimberly, and Chair-
became a horse girl. She credits riding of my life,” she said. “And I just really lift became a trio. Polachek worked to-
with teaching her about rhythm and didn’t want to leave the house for a long ward a B.F.A. at N.Y.U. while the band
how to map space—to her instructor’s time after that.” A couple of months played warehouse shows and put music
chagrin, she would mentally subdivide after her father’s death, she wrote a up on MySpace, selling burned CDs
the beats of her horse’s gait and beatbox tribute to him on Instagram, describ- for a dollar. Her mother had made it
along in the saddle. “You learn to steer ing him as “a lightning wit, and a bet- clear that she would be cut off finan-
with your eyesight,” she said. “Wher- ter musician than I can ever hope to cially after graduation, and Polachek
ever you look, your body weight shifts be.” Her father, who had been a scholar was too pragmatic and too proud, she
to match, and the horse matches. I feel of the Qing dynasty and taught at told me, to depend on her parents as
like that’s a skill I still have in terms of Princeton and Columbia, had “hated an adult. She hoped to get a job as a
how I navigate the stage and hold my- pop music and never once came to see gallery girl, to “eat shit and slowly make
self—leading with my eyes.” me perform,” she wrote, “but his belief my way into the art world,” she said.
Her father struggled with bipolar in the arts as a secret language for tran- She was also making art. One of her
disorder and depression, and he dis- scendent beauty, radical politics, and projects, “The Gothletic Archetype,”
tanced himself from the family. Po- syncretic spirituality bolstered my faith which involved reworked photos of
lachek’s parents divorced soon after the in making music.” teen-age volleyball players, had just
move back to the States. “Even when Polachek began looking for people been accepted for a group show when
I was a kid, there were years that would to sing with when she was fifteen, and a producer at KCRW, in Santa Mon-
go by without me talking to him,” she ended up in two nu-metal bands, four ica, played a demo of the Chairlift song
told me. But, when she was an adult, choirs—one at church and three at “Bruises” on the air. Apple soon bought
they rebuilt their relationship, and after school—and an a-cappella group. In the rights to play it in a commercial
he got sick she talked to him on the 2004, she enrolled at the University of for the iPod Nano. Chairlift was signed
phone about his symptoms, trying to Colorado, where she met Aaron Pfen- by Columbia.
encourage him by telling him about ning, another student and musician. “It was a blessing, but it was a curse,”
Polachek told me, of the Apple spot.
The band was instantly more popular,
but people wanted to hear songs that
sounded like the one from the ad. Pfen-
ning and Polachek broke up, and he
left the band. Polachek kept writing
songs, which Wimberly produced, but
she was frustrated by the constraints
of this arrangement. “I became more
micromanagey,” she told me. “I think
I started to resent the fact that I didn’t
have my hands on the wheel, that I had
to go through a boy. There was a side
of me that didn’t really play into the
idea of a band, that was more electron-
ically-minded, and wanted to play more
with the idea of theatre and costume
than I felt able to do when surrounded
by unshaved guys onstage.”
She recorded an album entirely on
her laptop, on her own, and released it,
in 2014, under the name Ramona Lisa,
an old Facebook alias. The songs had
seraphic melodies that melted into dis-
cordant static; she called the genre “elec-
tronic pastoral.” She had begun dating
Ian Drennan, another artist and musi-
cian, and they were married in 2015, at
the New York Chinese Scholar’s Gar-
“Sure, you can use G.P.S. to find the cheese, but after den, on Staten Island. Vogue did a photo
that they’ll be watching your every move.” spread of the ceremony: the gardens
were deep emerald, and the table ar- explicable adrenaline rushes—her heart Her six-inch stage heels were packed
rangements were studded with persim- would take off racing when she was away in a closet. Polachek, with her feel
mons. Pamela Kuhn, Polachek’s opera getting ready for bed, or sitting down for self-presentation and her meticu-
teacher, officiated. to dinner. Her marriage was breaking lously tuned mix of earnestness and
Before a gig in Bogotá, Polachek up; she and Drennan divorced in 2017. irony, is a very Internet-friendly artist,
and Wimberly got into an argument “My mother very much disapproved, but in lockdown she found the digital
about priorities: she wanted to spend and my friend group was sort of split world alienating. Social media was “so
more time rehearsing and to expand by it,” Polachek said. She moved into focussed on morality from every pos-
their live show; he was busy produc- a friend’s temporarily vacant apartment. sible angle,” she said. It felt dishonest
ing music for other bands, including She felt fragile, and struggled with jeal- to her. “Nobody is innocent,” she went
MGMT. (Wimberly declined to com- ousy about other artists’ positions in on. Destruction was everywhere—in
ment.) In the summer of 2016, over din- the industry; she wondered if her early the virus; in the long, cyclical history
ner in New York, she told him that she thirties was a little late to be starting a of plague; in the supply chains that
was done. Chairlift did a farewell tour, project as a pop musician. “But I was brought fruit across the world to the
after which Polachek composed an in- feverishly compelled by the music, and grocery store. She became obsessed
strumental synth album using only sine in love with it,” she said. She pushed with a faked Marianne Williamson
waves, and released it under the name herself to write about the breakup of tweet, Photoshopped to say “Every-
CEP (her initials). She called it “Draw- her relationship and the beginning of thing we want will require unfathom-
ing the Target Around the Arrow,” a a new one, with Copson, and not to able violence.” She told me, “I started
reference to a fable from the Maggid retreat into abstraction. She set up a thinking about how to re-harmonize
of Dubno, an eighteenth-century Jew- studio next to her bed, and often worked myself, and my music, with the reality
ish preacher, and also the expression of until the sun came up. that there is a destructive side to every-
a creative philosophy: follow an im- During one shaky, sunrise moment, thing, with the recognition that you are
pulse, and then build rightness around she seized on the word “pang” to de- mortal, that you cannot save the world,
it. She had begun collaborating with scribe what was happening in her body: that there are greater forces that you
Harle, and her reputation as a song- a burst of desperate longing, a need for submit to.”
writer was growing. In 2016, Harle was change and flight. The album that she That night, Copson told her to get
invited to pitch top lines to Katy Perry. produced was crystalline, baroque, up and put on her bike helmet. “He
Polachek joined the session, then the off-kilter—a pop record that includes took me biking to Buckingham Pal-
two of them decided to write for them- a track in 7/4 time. On the song “New ace, and we didn’t pass a single car on
selves instead. Normal,” which has no chorus, the key the road,” she recalled. “It was like being
Harle, who describes Polachek as changes braid back on one another like Peter Pan or something—flying through
“one of the best producers I’ve ever stairways in an Escher print. There Piccadilly Circus with not a single per-
met,” has, like her, an odd and eclectic were lumps of sing-along sugar, too, son around and all the shop lights still
mix of inf luences. His music often like the Lorde-esque track “Hit Me glittering, and we were drawing zig-
sounds like a heart attack happening Where It Hurts,” and startling mo- zags down the center of the road, big
inside a rainbow-colored Nintendo ments of virtuosic vocal performance: swooping shapes, like little kids.” The
game, but, when I asked him what he despite her commitment to contem- cognitive dissonance of the moment—
likes to listen to, he sent me a four- porary synth pop, Polachek still occa- the joy, the fear, the sadness—was beau-
teenth-century French lamentation. He sionally goes full Sarah Brightman. tiful and overwhelming. Unusually,
suggested that the intensity of his and Critics praised the coherence and the for Polachek, she didn’t try to write
Polachek’s individual visions is what specificity of the album’s vision, even about it. Individual experience seemed
makes the collaboration work: “Instead as it ranged, track by track, into a mot- strangely irrelevant in the context of
of a clash between our identities, or an ley array of genres: indie folk, adult the pandemic, at once too isolated and
overcomplication, it’s a synthesis, a mu- contemporary, modern classical, early- too commonplace.
tual amplification of aesthetics we both two-thousands-style R. & B. Pola- She began settling into a life that
think of as ideal.” Polachek said that chek had a limited budget for her live felt quiet and Victorian, revolving
when they started writing together shows—she could pay for either a band around daily outings to Hyde Park.
Harle had these “big, sawing trance or a huge painted backdrop, and she “I’d never gotten to see the same tree
synths, but with medieval chord pro- chose the backdrop. She toured the every day, because as a musician I was
gressions, and I wrote this twisty, asym- album in small clubs, then bigger ones. always travelling so much,” she said.
metrical, non-repeating melody over it, She made it through fifteen sets be- “But getting to measure time in that
and it sounded like nothing either of fore everything shut down. way was poetic. To see, Oh, the leaves
us had ever heard, but a kind of sound have changed shape, now they’ve
we’d both always been after.” n May, 2020, not long after her fa- changed color, now the flowers are dying,
Polachek, emboldened, began con-
ceiving of the record that she would
I ther died, Polachek found herself
lying awake at four in the morning.
now it’s the fullness of summer.” She
had booked the biggest shows of her
release under her own name. At the She was still in London, living with solo career for the summer of 2020:
same time, she started experiencing in- Copson at his place in Notting Hill. Glastonbury, in England; Primavera
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Sound, in Barcelona; Outside Lands, for miles and miles against the night shorts sets—and mostly wearing masks.
in San Francisco. They were all can- sky, and it felt like the most beautiful Among the flock, I spotted several pop
celled. “I always have a feeling of dis- visual metaphor for what I was going and indie stars: Phoebe Bridgers, one
belief that I get to do this for a living,” through—feeling this inexplicable, of the Haim sisters, Perfume Genius,
she told me. “It always feels like a magic wordless, faceless, tectonic, chaotic en- Olivia Rodrigo. “It’s live here!” a guy
spell that will break at any moment. ergy coming up from below,” she said. working concessions told me. “I love
So I had this feeling that of course the In the afternoons, while her friends it!” I approached stranger after stranger:
shows got pulled away from me, be- went to the beach, she stayed in the it was everyone’s first show back. I
cause that was never going to happen house, “in a stained cotton dress, bare- thought of something Polachek had
in the first place. There was no way that foot, wearing headphones, working with told an interviewer just before the pan-
that was actually real.” the windows open.” demic. “One of the most special things
In July, a friend invited Polachek Back in England, Polachek began a about concerts is actually how vulner-
and Copson to visit him in Rome. It- residency at Laylow, a West London able the audience is, too,” she said. “I
aly’s lockdown had been eased, and club with a studio. Then COVID spiked feel like for half the time at a gig peo-
they spent hours driving around in again, and in November the U.K. gov- ple aren’t really listening, they’re pro-
their friend’s beat-up station wagon ernment instituted another lockdown. cessing their own shit: what happened
with the windows down, listening to The club’s owners “closed the entire to them that day, a fight they had with
Italian pop from the seventies and building, gave me a key, and told me someone, or this thing that means a
eighties. There was a righteous sim- to hang on to the studio for as long as lot to them. And so the concert becomes
plicity in the chesty, vibrato-heavy sing- I wanted,” Polachek said. She kept it this amazing place where hundreds or
ing that blared from the car’s old speak- for more than three months, writing thousands of people are standing in a
ers, Polachek thought. They returned songs, burning incense, watching music place together, working through their
to London after a couple of weeks. “I videos on YouTube. As the bleak win- own shit.”
could still feel that dizzying heat and ter softened, she thought about per- Polachek was scheduled to go on at
feral beauty of the Mediterranean rat- forming again. In the spring, her team nine-thirty. “She’s in full opera mode,”
tling around inside me,” she recalled. booked the show at the Greek and a Copson told me, backstage, as Polachek
“Pang” had told the story of her di- couple of festivals to follow. They plot- ran through her scales. The sky had
vorce and what came after, but any ted U.S. tour dates. Polachek and Cop- deepened to indigo; many in the crowd
kind of cinematic, well-constructed son flew to L.A. in June. Polachek be- had taken off their masks. Then the
narrative seemed blown apart by the came wildly busy—she seemed made lights changed and the air thickened.
pandemic. She felt averse to a domi- of adrenaline. Rather than writing mu- Polachek came out in high black boots
nant paradigm in contemporary pop sic, then recording and releasing it, and and a wine-colored cutout halter dress
songwriting that is sometimes associ- then going on tour, she was doing all by the French designer Thierry Mugler.
ated with Julia Michaels, who co-wrote three at once. A branching tattoo was drawn around
“Sorry” for Justin Bieber and “Lose In August, in the car, I asked how her biceps. After more than a year with-
You to Love Me” for Selena Gomez— she hoped things would go the next out crowds, the applause felt like thun-
the “cliché of the big chorus and the day, at her first show. “I hope for time der, blanketing the dark. “I think I’m
snap-drop down to verse two,” as Po- to slow down,” she said. “I hope I can dreaming,” Polachek told the crowd.
lachek put it. She wanted something “Or is this your dream? Are you guys
different. She was thinking about the dreaming?”The opening notes of “Pang”
structures and dynamics of dance music began twinkling. “There’s a look in your
and hip-hop, and about how she could eyes when you’re hungry for me,” Po-
conjure a sense of “coasting, or sailing, lachek sang. “It’s a beautiful knife, cut-
or flowing.” One day, Harle sent her a ting right where the fear should be.”
beat that he’d written, and Polachek Then came the chorus, punctuated by
heard a melody out of nowhere, oce- sudden gasps followed by warm waves
anic and potent, and started jotting of sound.
down psychedelic images: a headless Polachek wanted her second song
angel, an overflowing cup, a pearl in- be surprised. I hope that everyone, me to welcome the crowd, and let them
side an oyster. The beat and the images and the band included, can enjoy the settle in, so she’d chosen a gentle bal-
became the song “Billions.” She told scale of everyone being together.” lad from “Pang” called “Hey Big Eyes.”
me, “I wanted something that captured She got halfway through the first line
the afterglow of a reopening.” n the night of the show, the sky, (“I can picture you right now, at a win-
She returned to Italy later in the sum-
mer, with a few friends. They rented an
O through the haze of pollution, was
a cherubic pastel. To get to the Greek,
dow seat, crying for nobody, except the
world”) before breaking. She was think-
Airbnb at the base of Mt. Etna, which you have to ascend a small hill. The ing of Copson. The song is about him;
had begun erupting around the onset crowd was dressed up—sheer shirts he’d taken care of her during the dark-
of the pandemic. “I’d go out at night, and patterned pants, goth fairy dresses, est parts of the past year. “I’m gonna
and you could see the red lava glowing combat boots and matching shirt-and- cry,” she told the crowd, and covered
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her eyes with one hand. Everyone
roared, cheering her on until she could
sing again. She got to the song’s non-
verbal, a-cappella refrain, and her voice
wavered and flared until she could stitch
it back to the melodic line. You could
hear, for a minute, the material facts
of Polachek’s instrument—how the
timbre and the texture of each note
were formed, tenuously, by ligament
and tissue.
Behind Polachek, onstage, was the
painted backdrop, featuring an ornate
gate inspired by Hurtu’s woodcuts.
Light crackled around it like a slow-
moving current. For “Bunny Is a Rider,”
she brought out the bassist Blu DeTi-
ger, who played with her before quar-
antine and became famous on TikTok
during the pandemic. Christine and
the Queens slunk onstage in red leather
for “La Vita Nuova.” (Later, on Insta-
gram, Phoebe Bridgers posted a video
of Polachek and Christine grinding
on each other and wrote, “I cried and
came.”) Charli XCX took the stage
for her song “Tears,” which features “Do you mind if I sit here and exercise my right
Polachek and Charli trading lines in to sit anyplace I damn well please?”
the second verse. On the verse’s last
line—“That ain’t love”—Polachek soars
an octave higher, hiking her voice to
• •
a ragged scream that she sustains for
the full length of the chorus, modu- years. She had told me, the day before, can be rough. You can let go, you can
lating her pitch as Charli’s melody that she’d been thinking about vital- be sloppy. The audience will get this
shifts. Onstage, Charli and Polachek ity, and what that meant for her, as a one for you.” She went into “So Hot
dropped to the floor. On the song’s woman, as she entered “the real dinner You’re Hurting My Feelings,” and the
final flourish, Polachek punched the course of adulthood.” It meant “a force crowd joined her, loud and off key.
microphone upward in celebration— of triumph, and survival, right? You’ve Polachek finished the set and went
and bonked Charli in the face. Both been through the fire, and you come backstage to change for an encore. She
erupted in laughter. out not with a sense of innocence but unclenched the fist in her throat. The
Polachek had told me that Kuhn, with a love for life,” she said. “And it’s crowd chanted “Caroline! Caroline!” I
her opera teacher, sometimes made her not a naïve love for life—it’s a know- checked in with the guy at concessions.
sing bent over, with her hands on her ing love for life.” To perform was to “I didn’t think it was gonna be that
knees, as if her voice were spilling the engage in a game of mutual make- live,” he said. “She’s good! Whew! She’s
notes out violently onto the floor. Kuhn believe, a game of trust and imagina- good!” A man in a fish-net shirt turned
told me later, “I’ve seen her at her weak- tion, she told me: “We have to trust to me and drawled, “Epic.” It was still
est. I’ve seen her underbelly. I would that you believe, too.” weird, we all agreed, to be around this
say to her, over and over, that the great As the set neared its close, Polachek many people; it would be weird for a
artists are the ones who have the abil- could tell that her voice was becoming while. After I returned to my seat, the
ity to get to a raw sound, who can let strained. “I felt like I had been clench- children’s choir came out for “Billions.”
the idea of perfection go for a moment ing a fist for an hour and a half,” she “I never felt so close to you,” the chil-
and give us a direct line into their soul.” told me later. She fumbled a high note, dren sang, their parts tumbling out in
Kuhn said that Polachek had changed, and then lost her focus, wondering, as a round. The melody broke into three
as a performer, during the pandemic— she went into the next song, whether overlapping pieces, and it sounded like
she had tapped into that rawness in a her voice would last through the end both a question and a reassurance. The
new way. of the show. Abruptly, she realized that moment felt, at once, lasting and eva-
Onstage, Polachek was command- she had dropped all her choreography. nescent, its pleasure heightened by the
ing; there was a stillness and a power “I started spiralling,” she said, “and then sadness and the gratitude that we would
in her body that felt accumulated over I thought, Caroline, it’s O.K. This one never be exactly here again.
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A REPORTER AT LARGE
A SPY IN FLIGHT
How a Syrian war criminal and double agent disappeared into the shadows of Europe.
BY BEN TAUB
n a September day in 1961, a Nazi hunters assumed that Brunner intelligence officers came to be their
dressed to Georg Fischer. Few people for sure. y the end of February, 2013, Khaled
knew that Fischer, an ill-tempered Aus-
trian weapons merchant, was actually
Brunner and other Nazis had helped
structure Syria’s intelligence services,
B al-Halabi was running out of time.
For the previous five years, he had served
the S.S. Hauptsturmführer Alois Brun- and trained its officers in the arts of in- as the chief of the General Intelligence
ner, “the erstwhile assistant of Adolf terrogation. In Syrian detention cen- Directorate branch in Raqqa, a vast
Eichmann in the annihilation of Jews,” ters, their techniques are used to this desert province in the northeastern part
as a classified U.S. cable put it. But among day. Among the practitioners was Khaled of Syria, far from his wife and children.
those who were aware of his identity al-Halabi, a Syrian Army officer who To the locals, he was an outsider with
was a Mossad operative who had infil- was assigned to the intelligence services the authority to detain, torture, and kill
trated the Syrian élite. When Brunner in 2001. By his own account, he was a them. But Halabi, who was a fifty-year-
opened the package, it exploded, killing reluctant spy—he wanted to remain a old brigadier general, felt insecure
two postal workers and blinding him in soldier. Nevertheless, he served for the within Syria’s intelligence apparatus.
the left eye. next twelve years, ascending through An employee at his branch of the di-
The Israeli spy was later caught, tor- the ranks. rectorate described him as a “well-ed-
tured, and executed; Brunner lived When Syria erupted in revolution, ucated and decent man” who was not
openly in Damascus for the next sev- in 2011, Assad and his deputies blamed a strong or decisive leader. Another
eral decades, in the third-floor apart- the protests on outside forces.They jailed noted that Halabi, who belonged to a
ment of 7 Rue Haddad. “Among Third activists who spoke to foreign news out- religious minority known as the Druze,
Reich criminals still alive, Alois Brun- lets, and targeted for arrest people whose was afraid of two of his subordinates
ner is undoubtedly the worst,” the Nazi phones contained songs that were “rather who, like Assad, were Alawites. He
hunter Simon Wiesenthal wrote, in offensive to Mr. President.” Even inter- overlooked their rampant corruption
1988. France sentenced Brunner to death nal government communications as- and abuses.
in absentia. Israel tried to kill him a sec- serted that the instability in Syria was It was partly through this sectarian
ond time, but the bomb took only some the result of “Zionist-American plots.” lens that Halabi seemed to make sense
fingers. Brunner told a German mag- But Halabi understood that the crisis of his professional disappointments. He
azine that his chief regret was not hav- was real. He raised his concerns with thought of himself as a “brilliant offi-
ing killed more Jews. his boss. “Ninety-five per cent of the cer,” he later said, and was the only
Hafez al-Assad, Syria’s dictator, ig- population is against the regime,” Ha- Druze in Syrian intelligence to become
nored multiple requests for Brunner’s labi later recalled saying. “I asked him a regional director. But, he added, “to
extradition. Brunner was useful—as an if we should kill everyone. He couldn’t be frank, Raqqa is the least important
assertion of Syrian state sovereignty, a answer me.” region in the country. That’s why they
mockery of global norms and values, In the next decade, Halabi would stationed me there. It was like putting
and an affront to Israel, Syria’s neigh- become the unwitting successor to me in a closet.”
bor and enemy. He was, as someone in Brunner’s circumstances. Diplomats Halabi regarded the local popula-
Assad’s inner circle later put it, “a card and spies from other governments tion with sympathetic disdain. They
that the regime kept in its hand.” weighed Halabi’s and Brunner’s past were tribal and conservative; he was a
But, in the late nineties, as Assad’s service and perceived utility against secular man with a law degree, who
health was failing, he became devoted potential future risks—and sometimes drank alcohol and read Marxist litera-
to the task of preparing his ruthless miscalculated. The two men even ture. To the extent that he had politi-
world for his son. After inheriting the traded countries. In some ways, they cal beliefs, they were aligned with those
Presidency, Bashar al-Assad would por- were nothing alike: the Austrian was of some of the leftist intellectuals whom
tray himself as a reformer; it might be a monster; the Syrian, by most ac- he was occasionally ordered to arrest.
a liability to have an avowed génocidaire counts, is not. But each man carried His wife and children refused to visit
in the diplomatic quarter, flanked by out the functions of a murderous re- Raqqa; they stayed hundreds of miles
Syrian guards. For the next fifteen years, gime. And, in the end, their actions as away, in Damascus and in Suweida, the
34 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
“When you receive an order, as a soldier, you have to carry it out,” Khaled al-Halabi said, before he vanished.
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portions of the route from Raqqa to
Damascus. It joined forces with Isla-
mist and jihadi groups in the surround-
ing countryside. In Halabi’s assessment,
the battle was over before it began. “Any-
one who thought otherwise is an im-
becile,” he said.
There are five main entrances to
Raqqa, and by February, 2013, the city
was under threat from all of them. Four
were guarded by members of the other
intelligence branches. The fifth, which
led to Raqqa’s eastern suburbs, was the
responsibility of Halabi’s men in Gen-
eral Intelligence. Hundreds of police,
military officers, and intelligence offi-
cers had already defected to the rebels
or fled—including almost half Halabi’s
subordinates. Many of them urged Ha-
labi to join the revolution, but he stayed
in his post.
On March 2nd, rebels stormed into
Raqqa city through Halabi’s check-
points, where they encountered no
meaningful resistance. By lunchtime,
the revolutionaries had conquered their
first regional capital. Locals toppled a
“We’re expecting you to return as a rich and successful artist.” gold-painted statue of Hafez al-Assad
in Raqqa’s main roundabout, and fight-
ers ransacked government buildings and
• • smashed portraits of Bashar. The corpse
of Jameh’s lead interrogator was thrown
predominantly Druze city Halabi was benefitted little from the government off a building, then dragged through
from. In time, Halabi began an affair in Damascus. When the protests began, the streets. Meanwhile, Islamist bri-
with a woman who worked in the en- the regional governor advised his se- gades captured the governor’s mansion
vironmental ministry. A nurse recalled curity committee that “only threats and and took hostage the regional head of
him asking for Viagra. intimidation worked.” Halabi initially the Baath Party and the governor of
His rivals exploited such transgres- tried to act as a voice of moderation. Raqqa. By the end of the week, regime
sions. Syria’s security-intelligence ap- According to a defector, he told his of- intelligence officers who hadn’t escaped
paratus comprises four parallel agen- ficers not to arrest minors, and, when to a nearby military base were prison-
cies with overlapping responsibilities, possible, to patrol without arms. But, ers, defectors, or dead. Only one senior
and Halabi’s counterpart in Military in March, 2012, after security forces official was unaccounted for. Khaled
Intelligence, an Alawite named Jameh killed a local teen-ager, armed conflict al-Halabi had disappeared.
Jameh, had taken a particular dislike to broke out in the province. One day, More than a year passed, and Raqqa’s
him. “He spread rumors that I was drunk Halabi gathered his section heads and instant collapse served as fodder for re-
all the time, that I don’t work, that I told them to open fire on any gather- gional conspiracy. A Lebanese newspa-
don’t leave the office because there are ing of more than four people. It wasn’t per published rumors that Halabi might
young boys coming to see me,” Halabi his decision, he said; he had received be “lying low in Mount Lebanon.” An
complained. One day, after Halabi left the order from his boss in Damascus, Iranian outlet claimed that Western
Raqqa to visit his family in Suweida, Ali Mamlouk. powers had paid him more than a hun-
his car was ambushed at a checkpoint. As Halabi saw it, Assad’s inner cir- dred thousand dollars to help jihadis
He narrowly escaped assassination, he cle treated Raqqa as a limb to be sac- bring down the regime.
later said, and was convinced that Jameh rificed in order to protect “the heart of One day in 2014, a Syrian dissident
had ordered the hit. If Halabi’s assess- the country.”They deployed only a thou- writer and poet named Najati Tayara
ment was paranoid, it wasn’t baseless; sand troops to the province, which is got an unnerving phone call. Tayara,
Military Intelligence was wiretapping about the size of New Jersey. By the who was almost seventy years old and
his phone. end of 2012, the Free Syrian Army—a living in exile in France, had been in
The people of Raqqa were over- constellation of rebel factions with dis- and out of Syrian detention several
whelmingly Sunni and rural, and had parate ideologies—had captured key times in the past decade, for criticiz-
36 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
ing Assad’s government. Now, Tayara gade reached out to Halabi. He prom- contacts escorted Halabi through im-
learned, Halabi was in Paris, and wanted ised to arrange Halabi’s escape, and to migration. “It was Walid Joumblatt who
to meet with him. spare the lives of his subordinates, if coördinated everything with the Turks
“I was concerned,” Tayara told me. the rebels could enter Raqqa from the and the Jordanians,” Halabi later said.
“Before I came to France, I was in jail. city’s eastern suburbs. On the eve of “I do not know how he did it.”
And now here is an intelligence offi- the attack, armed rebels smuggled Ha- Joumblatt’s men arranged for Ha-
cer—he came here, he’s asking for me.” labi to Tabqa, a town by the Euphra- labi to meet with other Druze officers,
tes Dam. They handed him off to an- Syrian defectors, and Jordanian intelli-
alabi had detained Tayara twice other brigade, which took him to a safe gence, to support the revolution. ( Joum-
H in the mid-two-thousands, when
he was stationed in Homs, in central
house near the Turkish border, owned
by a local tribal leader, Abdul Hamid
blatt’s father was assassinated in 1977,
and he has always believed that Hafez
Syria. Tayara was part of a circle of dis- al-Nasser. “Some of the Free Syrian al-Assad ordered the hit.) But most of
sidents and intellectuals who held sa- Army members wanted to arrest him, the Druze came to suspect that Halabi
lons in their homes. After each arrest, but, since my father was a revered local was still working for the regime. “We
he sensed that Halabi had been reluc- figure, no one could do anything,” Nas- discovered that he had played a very
tant to take him in for questioning. “He ser’s son Mohammed recalled. The next nasty role in Raqqa,” Joumblatt told me.
was a cultured man—very gentle and morning, Nasser drove Halabi to the “We think he did his best to show the
polite with me,” Tayara recalled. “He Turkish border. He crossed on foot, regime the weaknesses of the Raqqa re-
told me, ‘I am obliged to send you to while officers from the other intelli- sistance,” and flipped only in the final
Damascus for interrogation. Excuse gence branches were slaughtered at moments, to save his own skin. Joum-
me—I cannot refuse the order.’ ” Ha- their posts. blatt and his followers severed all con-
labi gave Tayara his cell-phone num- The Turkish border areas were filled tact with Halabi. “And now I don’t know
ber, and told him to call if anyone with refugees, jihadi recruits, and spies. where he is,” Joumblatt said.
threatened or abused him in custody. Halabi remained in touch with the Is-
“That was how al-Halabi handled peo- lamist commander, but he was never at ater in 2013, having been turned away
ple like me—human-rights advocates
and public intellectuals,” Tayara told
ease in Turkey. Through intermediaries,
he contacted Walid Joumblatt, a Leb-
L by his fellow-Druze, Halabi walked
into the French Embassy in Amman.
me. “But with the Islamists? Maybe he anese politician and former warlord He presented himself as a reluctant in-
is a different man. I cannot be a wit- who is the de-facto leader of the Druze telligence chief whose political and cul-
ness for how he was with others.” When community. In the nineteenth century, tural tastes aligned with those of the
Halabi reached out in Paris, Tayara Joumblatt’s great-great-great-grandfa- French. “I like alcohol and secularism,”
agreed to meet. ther Bashir led an exodus of persecuted he later said. “France. Food. Napoleon.”
Halabi told Tayara that he hadn’t Druze, including Halabi’s ancestors, He added that since the beginning of
seen his wife or children in more than out of Aleppo Province. (The Arabic the Syrian war he had been “convinced
three years. After the fall of Raqqa, his name for Aleppo is Halab.) Now Ha- that this regime will not last—that any-
eldest daughter, who had been study- labi asked if he could seek refuge in one who talks about longevity is a
ing in Damascus, was forced out of Lebanon. But Joumblatt relayed that moron.” By this point, even the top gen-
school and brief ly detained. In Su- Halabi would never get there—that eral responsible for preventing defec-
weida, her mother and siblings were tions had himself defected. After de-
under constant surveillance by the re- cades of service to the regime, “I decided
gime. Halabi had never publicly de- not to tie my fate to it,” Halabi said.
fected to the opposition. But, Tayara The French government had spent
recalled, “he told me that he left Syria more than a year debriefing high-rank-
because he made contact with the Free ing Syrian military and intelligence de-
Syrian Army—that he gave them the fectors—partly in anticipation of As-
keys to Raqqa.” sad’s losing the war, partly to facilitate
According to members of the in- that outcome. A hundred years ago,
vading force, negotiations had begun France occupied Syria and Lebanon,
weeks in advance. “To insure that he Hezbollah, which had sent fighters into as part of a post-Ottoman mandate.
wasn’t manipulating us, we asked him Syria to support the regime, had a con- Now it set out to make deals with any-
to do things in the city that made it trolling presence at the Beirut airport. one it considered acceptable to lead in
easier for protesters and revolution- Instead, Halabi later recalled, “he ad- a post-Assad era—an era that looked
aries,” a rebel-affiliated activist recalled, vised me to go to Jordan.” increasingly likely. At one point in 2012,
in a recent phone call from Raqqa. “I The journey was impossible by land. there was gunfire so close to Assad’s
was wanted by his security branch, but So, in May, 2013, Joumblatt sent an em- residence that he and his family report-
he shelved the arrest warrant, so that issary to Istanbul, who escorted Halabi edly fled to Latakia, an Alawite strong-
I could move freely.” onto a plane. Halabi had no passport— hold on the Syrian coast. “If we did not
A few days before the attack, a com- only a Syrian military I.D. But, in want a collapse of the regime—perhaps
mander from a powerful Islamist bri- Amman, Jordan’s capital, Joumblatt’s as happened in Iraq, with dramatic
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consequences after the U.S. interven- ate, he reached out to a Druze finan- Central European bus depots. Local
tion—then we had to find a solution cier in Paris who had connections to European police agencies were inun-
that blended the moderate resistance spies in the Middle East. After a cash dated with reports that they had no
with elements of the regime who were handoff, a French intelligence officer capacity to pursue.
not heavily compromised,” the French turned up at Halabi’s door. One day that fall, a Canadian war-
foreign minister Laurent Fabius told “They didn’t like the fact that I called crimes investigator named Bill Wiley
Sam Dagher, for his book “Assad or on some friends,” Halabi recalled. The led me to a padlocked door in a base-
We Burn the Country,” from 2019. intelligence officer, who introduced ment in Western Europe. Inside was a
Assad, meanwhile, eliminated several herself as Mme. Hélène, cited the Druze large room containing a dehumidifier,
possible candidates to succeed him— connection as evidence that Halabi was metal shelving, and cardboard boxes
including, it seems, his brother-in-law associated with another foreign intel- stacked floor to ceiling. The boxes held
Assef Shawkat, who was in touch with ligence agency. She added that it would more than six hundred thousand Syr-
French officials before dying in a bomb- be useless for him to apply for asylum. ian government documents, mostly
ing that was widely considered an in- Halabi never saw her again. taken from security-intelligence facil-
side job. After ninety days, Halabi’s visa ex- ities that had been overrun by rebel
Halabi trod a careful line. “If the re- pired, and he applied for asylum any- groups. Using these documents, Wi-
gime hadn’t killed people—if I wasn’t way. “They brought me here and aban- ley’s group, an N.G.O. called the Com-
going to get my hands dirty with blood— doned me,” Halabi complained to the mission for International Justice and
it is possible that I would not have left,” asylum officer, of his experience with Accountability, had reconstructed much
he told the French. “That’s why the ex- French intelligence. “If they were pro- of the Syrian chain of command.
tremist opposition hates me. And the fessional, they would try to win me over.” Wiley and his colleagues formed
regime considers me a traitor, because Halabi declined to speak with me. the CIJA in response to what they
I didn’t kill with them.” As long as his But his French asylum interview— perceived as major deficiencies in the
family was still in Suweida, he said, “I which lasted for more than four hours, international justice system. Because
am caught between these two fires.” and was conducted by someone with Assad’s government had not ratified
After months of dealing with Em- deep knowledge of Syrian affairs—of- the founding document of the Inter-
bassy officials, Halabi was introduced fers a glimpse into his character, back- national Criminal Court, the court
to a man whom he knew only as Ju- ground, priorities, and state of mind. could not open an investigation into
lien. “As soon as I saw him, I under- “I’ve been cheated—it doesn’t go with its crimes. Only the U.N. Security
stood that he was from the intelligence French ethics,” Halabi insisted, in the Council could rectify this, and the gov-
service, because I am in the business,” interview. “They could do this to a lit- ernments of Russia and China have
Halabi later said. Julien apparently dan- tle soldier, but not to a general like me.” blocked efforts to do so. It was the ul-
gled the possibility of a relationship “Ethics and intelligence services— timate symbol of international failure:
with French intelligence, but Halabi they’re not the same thing,” the asylum there was no clear path to prosecuting
refused to share his insights for free. “I officer replied. the most well-documented campaign
am not a child, I am an intelligence of- “I am sure they will intervene,” Ha- of war crimes and crimes against hu-
ficer,” he said. He told Julien that he labi said. “I know that I deserve a ten- manity since the Holocaust.
would consider helping the French only year residency document—ask your International criminal trials often
if he were first brought to Paris and conscience.” focus on authority, duty, chain of com-
granted political asylum, and if his fam- “If they intervene, they intervene, but mand. The force of the enterprise is in
ily were smuggled out of Suweida. we will not contact them,” the officer deterrence—in making plain that there
In February, 2014, the French Em- said. “We will make our own decision.” are inflexible standards for conduct in
bassy in Amman issued Halabi a single- “Question your conscience! No one war. A lack of enthusiasm does not
use travel document and a visa. He landed is more threatened than me in Syria.” amount to a defense. What matters is
in Paris on February 27th, according to “We will do our due diligence,” the what is done—not how an officer felt
the entry stamp, and checked into a asylum officer continued. “As you can about doing it. Under a mode of liability
hotel. Then began an “intelligence imagine, in light of your profession, we known as “command responsibility,” a
game,” as Halabi put it. “I needed money. will have to think about it for a while. senior officer, for example, can be pros-
They wanted to pressure me, to make We can’t make a decision today.” ecuted for failing to prevent or punish
me needy.” widespread, systematic criminality among
According to Halabi, Julien was y the end of 2015, nearly a million his subordinates.
aware that he had only five hundred
euros and a thousand dollars. Some-
B Syrians had crossed into Europe,
fleeing the conflict. Across the Con-
This distinction was apparently lost
on Halabi, who seems to have thought
one was supposed to meet him at tinent, survivors of detention and tor- of “law” only as whatever he was in-
the hotel within two days of arrival, to ture began spotting their former tor- structed to do. “When you receive an
take care of the bill, help him apply for mentors in grocery stores and asylum order, as a soldier, you have to carry it
asylum and housing, and start debrief- centers. The exodus had forced victims out,” Halabi told the French asylum
ing him. But nobody came. After two and perpetrators into the same choke officer. He didn’t appear to connect his
weeks, Halabi ran out of cash. Desper- points—Greek coastlines, Balkan roads, obedience to what followed: more than
38 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
two hundred members of the Raqqa to make?” the French asylum officer had strained treatment that Tayara had de-
branch of the General Intelligence Di- asked Halabi. scribed. The care that Halabi had shown
rectorate would receive his order, and “I don’t remember—in Suweida, none.” him before the revolution was far from
have to implement it. “I never did any- “And in Raqqa?” the brutality later endured by other
thing illegal in Syria, except helping “Four or five.” human-rights activists and intellectuals.
people,” he said. “If there is an inter- By the middle of 2012, according to Many of the worst abuses were car-
national tribunal for these people”— the CIJA’s investigation, Halabi’s branch ried out by Halabi’s head of investiga-
Assad and his deputies—“I will be the of the directorate was arresting some tions and his chief of staff, the two Ala-
first to show up.” fifteen people a day. Detainees were wites he was apparently afraid of. These
The CIJA had prepared a four-hun- stripped to their underwear and put in men and others regularly used the threat
dred-page legal brief that established filthy, overcrowded cells, where they suf- of rape, or rape itself, during interroga-
the criminal culpability of Assad and fered from hunger, disease, and infec- tions. Defectors said that Halabi, whose
about a dozen of his top security offi- tion. The branch converted storage units office shared a wall with the interroga-
cials. The brief links the systematic tor- in the basement into individual cells tion room, was “fully aware” of what was
ture and murder of tens of thousands that ultimately held ten or more people. going on. “Nobody would do anything
of Syrian detainees to orders that were “Detainees would be taken into the without his knowledge,” a former offi-
drafted by the country’s highest-level interrogation office, and typically soaked cer at the branch recalled. “Often, he
security committee, approved by Assad, in cold water, and then placed into a would enter and watch the torturing.”
and sent down parallel chains of com- large spare tire,” one of Halabi’s former As the head of the branch, Halabi signed
mand. The CIJA’s documents contain subordinates said. “Then they were rolled each order to transfer a detainee, for
hundreds of thousands, if not millions onto their backs and beaten with elec- further interrogation, to Damascus,
of names—arrestees and their interro- trical wires, fan belts, sticks, or batons.” where thousands of people have been
gators, Baathist informants, the heads Survivors recalled receiving electric tortured to death.
of each security agency—and have shocks, and being hung from the walls A few weeks after the fall of Raqqa,
served as the basis for economic sanc- or ceiling by their wrists. Screams could Nadim Houry, who was then the lead
tions targeting regime officials. In re- be heard throughout the three-story Syria analyst for Human Rights Watch,
cent years, the CIJA has become a source building. After interrogations, detain- travelled to the city. He had been studying
of Syrian-regime documents for civil ees were routinely forced to sign or place the structures and abuses of Syria’s intel-
and criminal cases all over the world. their fingerprints on documents that ligence services since 2006. Now he made
A tip from one of its investigators in they had not been permitted to read. his way to Halabi’s ransacked branch.
ISIS territory prevented a terrorist at- The CIJA saw no evidence of the re- “You go in, and on the first floor it
tack in Australia. Meanwhile, the group
has fielded requests from European
law-enforcement agencies concerning
more than two thousand Syrians. Ac-
cording to Stephen Rapp, a former in-
ternational prosecutor who served as
the United States Ambassador-at-
Large for War Crimes Issues and is
now the chair of the CIJA’s board of
directors, the evidence in the CIJA’s
possession is more comprehensive than
that which was presented at the Nurem-
berg trials.
Assad and his deputies might never
set foot in a jurisdiction where they will
be charged. But, in 2015, Chris Engels,
the CIJA’s head of operations, received
a tip from an investigator in Syria that
Khaled al-Halabi had slipped into Eu-
rope. At first, Engels hoped to inter-
view him as a defector, for the Assad
brief. But, as CIJA analysts began build-
ing a dossier on Halabi—drawing on
internal regime documents, and also on
testimony from his subordinates—En-
gels began to think of Halabi as a pos-
sible target for prosecution instead.
“How many arrests were you ordered “I think you’ll find this wine to be quite infuriating.”
almost looked like a regular Syrian bu- Halabi’s role in repressive measures continue with it.” He sighed, and ad-
reaucratic building—offices, files scat- against protesters, he brought up Tayara. justed his scarf, which partly obscured
tered about, the same outdated furni- “There is a person here in France,” his face. “I am afraid to continue inves-
ture,” Houry told me. “Then you go Halabi said. tigations about him,” he said. “There
down the stairs. You see the cells. I’d “Whom you arrested?” are so many of them—so many Syrian
spent years documenting how they’d “He is a friend,” Halabi said. “A fa- officers here.”
cram people into solitary-confinement mous member of the opposition.”
cells. And now it sort of materialized He launched into the story of Ta- t the CIJA headquarters, Engels and
in front of my eyes.” In a room near
Halabi’s office, he found a bsat al-reeh,
yara’s first arrest. “He knew full well
that the order came from on high—
A Wiley had concluded that there
was no more important target within
a large wooden torture device similar that I had nothing to do with it,” Ha- reach of European authorities than
to a crucifix but with a hinge in the labi said. “I even bought him a pair of Khaled al-Halabi: as a brigadier gen-
middle, used to bend people’s backs, pajamas, with my own money, because eral and the head of a regional intelli-
sometimes until they broke. I liked him. I prohibited my men from gence branch, he was the highest-
“This is what the Syrian regime is, blindfolding and handcuffing him— ranking Syrian war criminal known to
at its core,” Houry said. “It is a modern well, to blindfold him only when he be on the Continent.
bureaucracy, with plenty of presentable was entering national-security facilities. The CIJA formed a tracking team
people in it, but it is based on torture He went, he came back, we stayed to find him and other targets: inves-
and death.” friends. . . . You can ask him.” tigators worked sources and defectors,
“I understand that you are minimiz- analysts pored over captured docu-
alabi and Tayara met two or three ing your role a little bit,” the French of- ments, a cyber unit hunted for digital
H times in Paris.The encounters were
cordial, if fraught; Tayara never fully un-
ficer said. “You say that you were against
violence, torture, and deaths, but you
traces. Before long, the tracking team
had Halabi’s social-media accounts.
derstood Halabi’s motivation for reach- continued to be chief of intelligence for On Facebook, he went by Achilles; on
ing out to him. Perhaps it was loneli- a regime that was known for its repres- Skype, he was Abu Kotaiba, meaning
ness, he said, or a desire for forgiveness. sion. Why did you stay working for this “Father of Kotaiba”—Halabi’s son.
The poet and the spy sipped black regime for so long?” Online, Halabi claimed to live in Ar-
coffee with sugar by the Seine. They Halabi didn’t wait for a decision on gentina. But Skype metadata revealed
strolled through the city’s gardens, dis- his asylum status; after several months that he had told Tayara the truth about
cussing the challenges of living in exile without news, he opted to once again his plans; he consistently logged in
as older men. Their lives as opponents vanish. Before leaving Paris, he men- from a cell phone tied to an I.P. ad-
felt distant. Both were broke and alone, tioned to Tayara that, according to a dress in Vienna.
unable to master the local language, friend, Austria was a more welcoming From time to time, CIJA investiga-
displaced in a land of safety that felt place for refugees. It was a strange as- tors receive tips about ISIS members in
indifferent to everything they cared sertion; Austria’s increasingly right-wing Europe, and Wiley immediately alerts
about and everyone they loved. Tayara government was taking the opposite the local authorities. But, when it comes
lived in a tiny studio; Halabi told his stance. “We try to get rid of asylum seek- to former Syrian military and intelli-
former captive that he was staying in gence officers, who pose less of an im-
the spare room of an Algerian who mediate threat, his organization is more
lived in the suburbs. France was deeply judicious. “We don’t go to the domes-
involved in Syrian affairs. But in France tic authorities and say, ‘Yeah, we hear
famous Syrians from every faction So-and-So is in your country,’” Wiley
drifted about in anonymity, longing said. “If these guys are still loyal to the
to return home, agonizing over events regime, they might be a threat to other
that, to the people around them—in Syrians in the diaspora in Europe, but
buses, Métro cars, parks, and cafés— they’re not going to be blowing up or
weren’t so much seen as irrelevant as stabbing people in the shopping dis-
simply not noticed at all. ers from the moment they touch our trict.” Besides, a leaked notification
I asked Tayara whether Halabi had soil,” Stephanie Krisper, a centrist Aus- could trigger someone like Halabi to
ever requested his help. “No, no, no,” he trian parliamentarian, who is appalled go underground.
said. “It was just to inquire about my by this approach, told me. By January, 2016, the CIJA’s Halabi
health, my family. It was all very lovely. I met Tayara in Paris, on a rainy No- dossier was complete. For four months,
He didn’t need anything from me.” vember afternoon in 2019; he and Ha- the location of his Skype log-ins had
But it appears as though Halabi was labi hadn’t spoken in years. I asked for not changed. Stephen Rapp requested
grooming a witness—that he planned help contacting Halabi, but Tayara gen- a meeting with the Austrian Justice
for the French authorities to contact Ta- tly declined. “I am an old man,” he said. Ministry. A reply came back on official
yara, and was taking advantage of his “I look for peace. I look for beauty, for letterhead, with a date from the wrong
target’s solitude and nostalgia. When poetry. I like watching ballet! This mys- year: “Dear Mr. Rapp! I am glad to in-
the French asylum officer asked about tery—it is very hard. I don’t want to vite you and Mr. Engels to the Aus-
40 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
trian Federal Ministry of Justice.” It
continued, “All expenses of the delega-
tion, including interpretation and/or
translation, accommodation, transpor-
tation, meals, guides and insurance
during your stay in Austria will be borne
by your side.”
“We hadn’t worked with the Aus-
trians before—they’re not very active
in the international war-crimes space,”
Engels told me. “But normally this is a
very coöperative process. And fast.”
On the morning of January 29, 2016,
Rapp and Engels walked into Room 410
at the Austrian Ministry of Justice.
Five officials awaited them—a judge,
a senior administrator, the deputy head
of the International Crimes Division,
and two men who did not give their
names. After Engels and Rapp laid out
the CIJA’s evidence, one of the officials
searched a government database and
affirmed that a Khaled al-Halabi was
registered to an address in Vienna.
The meeting drew to a close. En-
gels and Rapp handed over the Halabi
dossier. Once they left the room, the
• •
two unnamed men—who worked for
the B.V.T., Austria’s civilian security-in- all prosecutions of former Nazis. Ten proved that he personally strangled six
telligence agency—were asked to look years later, the Times reported that the Jews, there is no problem,” the head of
into whether the man described by the country had “abandoned any serious Waldheim’s party told a French maga-
CIJA was the man at the Vienna ad- attempt to arrest Mr. Brunner,” the zine. Waldheim won the election, and
dress. They agreed to do so, giving no Nazi then living in Damascus, who had served until 1992. The U.S. Department
indication that they had ever heard of deported more than a hundred and of Justice concluded that he had taken
Halabi before that morning. In fact, twenty-five thousand people to con- part in numerous Nazi war crimes, in-
two weeks earlier, one of them, an in- centration and extermination camps. cluding the transfer of civilians for slave
telligence officer named Oliver Lang, From his apartment on Rue Haddad, labor, executions of civilians and pris-
had taken Halabi shopping for storage Brunner sent money to his wife and oners of war, and mass deportations to
drawers at Ikea, and had written the daughter in Vienna, where he had led concentration and extermination camps.
delivery address using his operational the office that rid the city of its Jewish For the rest of his term, Waldheim was
cover name. population. The Austrian chancellor, welcome only in some Arab countries
Lang kept the receipt, and later filed in a dismissive conversation with Nazi and at the Vatican.
it for expenses. It also had Halabi’s sig- hunters, seemed to accept the Syrian It took until after Waldheim’s Pres-
nature, which he hadn’t modified since government’s official position—that it idency for the Austrian government to
his days of signing arrest warrants in had no idea where Brunner was. begin acknowledging decades-old crimes.
Raqqa. The money for the drawers had In 1986, it emerged that Austria’s best- And only last year did Austria begin of-
come in the form of a cash drop from known diplomat, Kurt Waldheim—who fering citizenship to descendants of vic-
Halabi’s secret longtime handlers: the had served for most of the previous de- tims of Nazi persecution. A shadow still
Israeli intelligence services. cade as the Secretary-General of the hangs over the country. “The Austrians,
United Nations—had been a Nazi mil- in European war-crimes circles, have a
fter the Second World War, the itary-intelligence officer during the war. reputation for being particularly fuck-
A Austrian government maintained
that its people were the Nazis’ first vic-
At first, Waldheim, who was running
for President of Austria, denied the al-
ing useless,” said Bill Wiley, whose first
war-crimes investigation, in the nine-
tims, instead of their enthusiastic back- legation. But, as more information came ties, was of an Austrian Nazi who had
ers. Schoolchildren were not taught out, he began to defend himself as a escaped to Canada. “You just never know
about the Holocaust, and, for almost “decent soldier,” and claimed that the what is driven by incompetence and la-
half a century, Jews who returned to true “scandal” was the effort to dredge ziness and disinterest, and what’s driven
Vienna were unable to recover expro- up the past. Other politicians came to by venality.”
priated property. In 1975, Austria halted his defense. “As long as it cannot be In recent years, Austria has been cut
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 41
out of European intelligence-sharing
agreements, including the Club de
Berne—an informal intelligence net- I WONDER IF I WILL MISS THE MOSS
work that involves most European na-
tions, the U.K., the U.S., and Israel. I wonder if I will miss the moss
(Austria withdrew after the Club’s se- after I fly off as much as I miss it now
cret review of the B.V.T.’s cyber-infra- just thinking about leaving.
structure, building-security, and count-
er-proliferation measures—all of which There were stones of many colors.
it found to be abysmal—was leaked to There were sticks holding both
the Austrian press.) Senior Austrian in- lichen and moss.
telligence officers have been accused of There were red gates with old
spying for Russia and Iran, and also of hand-forged hardware.
smuggling a high-profile fugitive out There were fields of dry grass
of Austria on a private plane. An Ira- smelling of first rain
nian spy, who was operating under dip- then of new mud. There was mud,
lomatic cover in Vienna and was listed and there was the walking,
in a B.V.T. document as a “possible tar- all the beautiful walking,
get for recruitment,” was convicted of and it alone filled me—
planning a terrorist attack on a conven- the smells, the scratchy grass heads.
tion in France; Belgian prosecutors later All the sleeping under bushes,
determined that he’d smuggled explo- once waking to vultures above, peering down
sives through the Vienna airport, in a with their bent heads the way they do,
diplomatic pouch. “The Austrians are caricatures of interest and curiosity.
not considered to have a particularly Once too a lizard.
good service,” a retired senior C.I.A. Once too a kangaroo rat.
officer told me. The general view within Once too a rat.
Western European intelligence agen- They did not say I belonged to them,
cies is that what is shared with Vienna but I did.
soon makes its way to Moscow—a con-
cern that was amplified when Vladimir Whenever the experiment on and of
Putin danced with Austria’s foreign my life begins to draw to a close
minister at her wedding, in 2018. I’ll go back to the place that held me
But in March of 2015, the Mossad and be held. It’s O.K. I think
invited the B.V.T. leadership to partic- I did what I could. I think
ipate in an operation that sounded mean- I sang some, I think I held my hand out.
ingful: an Israeli intelligence asset was
in need of Austrian assistance. Three —Jane Mead (1958-2019)
months had passed since Halabi’s French
asylum interview, and he was simulta-
neously hiding and overexposed, search- ficers, Oliver Lang and Martin Filipo- the meeting, they sat down with the
ing for a way out of the country. vits. Soon afterward, they received or- deputy head of counterintelligence, a
The deputy director of the B.V.T. ders to go to Paris, meet with French Syria specialist, and an interpreter. Also
travelled to Tel Aviv. According to a counterintelligence, and return to Vi- present were three representatives of
top-secret B.V.T. memo, the Israelis enna the next day, with Halabi. There the Mossad, including the Paris station
said that, owing to Halabi’s “cultural were no obvious challenges. The Mos- chief and Halabi’s local handler.
origins,” he was poised to “assume an sad had cleared the exfiltration with The Austrian and Israeli officers
important role in the Syrian state struc- French intelligence, according to a asked permission to fly Halabi out of
ture after the fall of the Assad regime.” B.V.T. document, and Israeli operatives France on a commercial plane, a request
Halabi wouldn’t be working for the were in “constant contact” with Halabi that they assumed was a formality. But
B.V.T., but the Israelis promised to share in Paris. the D.G.S.I. refused. Halabi had ap-
relevant information with the agency Lang and Filipovits set off at dawn plied for asylum, a French officer said,
from time to time. All the Austrians on May 11th, and boarded a flight to and domestic law stipulates that asy-
had to do was bring Halabi to Vienna Charles de Gaulle—Row 6, aisle seats lum seekers cannot travel beyond French
and help him set up his life. C and D, billed to the Mossad. When borders until a decision has been made.
Bernhard Pircher, the head of the they landed, they went by Métro to the The Austrians and the Israelis proposed
B.V.T.’s intelligence unit, created a file headquarters of France’s domestic-in- that Halabi retract his French asylum
with a code name for Halabi: White telligence agency, the D.G.S.I. There, request, but the D.G.S.I. replied that,
Milk. He assigned the case to two of- according to Lang’s official account of in that case, Halabi would be in France
42 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
illegally. After the meeting, according would be to admit that it is powerless to “What you really want is an agent in
to Lang’s notes, the Israelis told Lang prevent them. It is unlikely that Halabi, place.” In moving Halabi to Vienna, the
that the French had changed their po- from his hiding places in Europe, was in Israelis were fulfilling a debt to a long-
sition since learning that “the B.V.T. is any way useful to Israeli intelligence. time source. So how did the relation-
also involved.” Two days before Halabi’s extraction, ship begin?
Lang suggested that the Israelis smug- Lang’s security clearance was upgraded Halabi graduated from the Syrian
gle Halabi out of France in a diplomatic to Top Secret. Outside of the B.V.T. military academy in Homs in 1984,
vehicle, through Switzerland or Ger- leadership, only he and Filipovits knew when he was twenty-one. Sixteen years
many. The B.V.T. would wait at the Aus- about the operation. Lang still believed later, he earned a law degree in Da-
trian border and escort them to Vienna. that Halabi had access to information mascus—a qualification that resulted
“The proposal was well received,” he that was of “immense importance” to in his being seconded to the General
wrote. But the Mossad team would first the Austrian state. “Miracles happen,” Intelligence Directorate. “I did not
have to check with headquarters, in Tel Lang wrote to Pircher. choose to work in the security service—
Aviv, “as this approach could have a last- “Today is just like the 24th of De- it was a military order,” he told the
ing impact on relations” between Israeli cember,” Pircher replied. French asylum representative. “I was a
and French intelligence agencies. “ We l l t h e n . . . M E R R Y brilliant military officer. I was angry to
In the early twenty-tens, the Mos- CHRISTMAS.” have been transferred to the intelli-
sad had made something of a habit of On June 13th, Lang waited at the gence service.” He served the director-
operating in Paris without French per- Walserberg crossing, at the border with ate in Damascus for four years; in 2005,
mission. The agency, which is not sub- Germany, for the Israelis to arrive. It is he became a regional director—first in
ject to Israel’s legal framework, and an- unclear whether the German govern- Suweida, then in Homs, in Tartous,
swers only to the Prime Minister, had ment was aware that the Mossad was and in Raqqa.
reportedly lured French intelligence moving a Syrian general out of France In asylum interviews, Halabi glossed
officers into inappropriate relation- and through its territory in a diplomatic over the precise nature of his first job
ships; attempted to sell compromised car. Lang booked hotel rooms in Salz- at the directorate in Damascus, and his
communications equipment, through burg for himself, the Israelis, and the interrogators were focussed on what he
a front company, to the French na- man he would start referring to as White had done in his final post. But, in a top-
tional police and the domestic intelli- Milk in his reports. Once again, the secret meeting, the Israelis blundered.
gence service; and used a Paris hotel Mossad took care of the bill. According to the B.V.T.’s meeting notes,
room as a staging ground for a kill op- a Mossad officer said that Halabi couldn’t
eration in Dubai. Members of the kill
team entered and exited the United
“ T oKim
betray, you must first belong,”
Philby, a British spy who
have been involved in war crimes, be-
cause he was the “head of ‘Branch 300,’
Arab Emirates on false passports that defected to the Soviet Union, said, in in Raqqa,” which was “exclusively re-
used the identities of real French cit- 1967. “I never belonged.” sponsible” for thwarting the activities of
izens—an incident that a judicial-po- In the past two years, I have discussed foreign intelligence services.
lice chief in Paris later described to Le Halabi’s case with spies, politicians, ac- The B.V.T. didn’t register the mis-
Monde as “an unacceptable attack on tivists, defectors, victims, lawyers, and take: there is no Branch 300 in Raqqa—
our sovereignty.” criminal investigators in six countries, Halabi’s branch was 335. And yet the
On June 2nd, Lang, Filipovits, and and have reviewed thousands of pages Mossad operative had accurately de-
Pircher met with officers from the Mos- of classified and confidential documents scribed the counterintelligence duties
sad. “It was agreed that the ‘package’ in Arabic, French, English, and Ger- of the real Branch 300, which is in
would be delivered” in eleven days, Lang man. The process has been beset with Damascus.
wrote. The Israelis may have quietly false leads, misinformation, recycled ru- I began searching for references to
worked out an agreement with French mors, and unanswerable questions—a Branch 300 and counterintelligence in
intelligence, to avoid friction, but the central one of which is the exact tim- various Halabi dossiers and leaks. A de-
Austrians never learned of any such ar- ing and nature of Halabi’s recruitment fector had told the CIJA that Halabi
rangement; as far as they were con- by Israeli intelligence. Nobody had a might have served at Branch 300 but
cerned, the D.G.S.I. would remain in clear explanation, or could say what he didn’t specify when. By now, there were
the dark. contributed to Israeli interests. But, hundreds of pages of government doc-
Unlike France, Israel did not overtly slowly, a picture began to emerge. uments scattered on my floor. One day,
seek to topple Assad’s regime. Its oper- A leaked B.V.T. memo describes Is- I revisited a scan of Halabi’s handwrit-
ations in Syria were centered on matters rael, in its exfiltration of Halabi from ten asylum claim from France, from the
in which it perceived a direct threat: Ira- Paris, as being “committed to its agents summer of 2014. There it was, in a
nian personnel, weapons transfers, and who have already completed their tasks.” description of his work history, his first
support for Hezbollah. Since 2013, Is- This resolved the matter of whether he job at the directorate: “I served in Da-
raeli warplanes have carried out hun- had been recruited in Europe. “No one mascus (counterintelligence service).”
dreds of bombings on Iran-linked tar- really wants defectors,” the retired se- By Halabi’s own account of his life,
gets in Syria. The Syrian government nior C.I.A. officer, who has decades of he would have been a classic target: ap-
rarely objects; to acknowledge the strikes experience in the Middle East, told me. proaching middle age, feeling as if his
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 43
military prowess had gone unappreci- his escape from Raqqa to Turkey, or in In Traiskirchen, Lang made sure that
ated; aggrieved at the notion that, no his efforts to persuade the French Em- Halabi was “isolated, and not seen by
matter how well he served, in a state bassy in Jordan to send him to France— other asylum seekers,” Natascha Thall-
run by sectarian Alawite élites he would where his contact with the Druze finan- mayer, the asylum officer who conducted
never attain recognition or power. Even cier was exposed. Something similar the interview, later said. “I was not given
after his promotion to regional direc- caught Walid Joumblatt’s attention— a reason for this.” Lang never intro-
tor, “as a member of the Druze minority, his men have detected an unusual flow duced himself; although his presence is
I was marginalized,” Halabi told the of cash and communications into the omitted from the record, he sat in on
French asylum interviewer. He seems Syrian Druze community via Paris. the interview. “Why and according to
to think of himself as Druze first and “This money was not coming from which legal basis the B.V.T. official took
Syrian second. The Druze are not es- here,” he told me, from his elegant stone part, I can no longer say,” Thallmayer
pecially committed to the politics of palace, in Mt. Lebanon. It was coming said. “He just stayed there.”
any country; they simply make prag- from Israel. “We think this Halabi is Halabi lied to Thallmayer about his
matic arrangements in order to survive. working with our other nasty neigh- entry into Austria. A friend in Paris
Syria’s counterintelligence branch bors, the Israelis.” “bought me a train ticket,” he said, and
is incredibly difficult to penetrate from With Halabi abandoned in Paris, it put him on a train to Vienna—by which
the outside. But the rest of the Syrian fell to the Mossad to help an Israeli route, exactly, he didn’t know. The story
defense apparatus is not. In the de- asset. (Unit 504 is not known to oper- was clearly absurd; the B.V.T. had ar-
cades before the revolution, “everyone ate in Europe.) According to a B.V.T. ranged the interview with the asylum
was spying for somebody—if not the memo, the Mossad created a “phased office long before Halabi’s supposedly
Israelis, then us and the Jordanians,” a plan” for Halabi—exfiltration to Austria, spontaneous arrival by train. Neverthe-
former member of the U.S. intelligence plus an initial stipend of several thou- less, Thallmayer asked no follow-up
community told me. “The entire Syr- sand euros a month. The long-term questions. “The special interest of the
ian military—they were just a crimi- goal was for Halabi to become “finan- B.V.T. was obvious,” she said.
nal enterprise, a mafia. They had no cially self-sustainable.” But he wasn’t, At the beginning of Operation
loyalty besides, perhaps, the really, re- as the memo put it, “out in the cold.” White Milk, Pircher had noted in his
ally small inner circle. It was hard to records that Halabi “must leave France”
work, because they were also spying liver Lang was also a counterin- but faced “no danger.” Now Lang fab-
on each other. But there were not a lot
of secrets.”
O telligence officer, and his specialty
at the B.V.T. was Arab affairs. But he
ricated a mortal risk. “The situation in
France is such that there are repeated,
Halabi appears to have stayed in Syria had never learned Arabic, so Pircher, sometimes violent clashes between re-
for most, if not all, of his career. For this his boss, brought in another officer, gime supporters and opponents, some
reason, among others, it is more likely Ralph Pöchhacker, who had claimed of which result in serious injuries and
that his recruitment was the work of Is- linguistic proficiency. When Lang in- deaths,” he wrote. He added that, owing
raeli military intelligence than that of troduced him to Halabi, however, the to Halabi’s “knowledge of top Syrian
the Mossad. A secretive military-intel- two men couldn’t communicate. “Oh, state secrets, it must be assumed that,
ligence element known as Unit 504 re- well, you can forget about Ralph,” Lang if Al-Halabi is captured by the various
cruits and handles sources in neigh- informed Pircher. “Ralph more or less Syrian intelligence services, he will
boring areas of conflict and tensions, doesn’t understand his dialect.” be liquidated.” The B.V.T. submitted
including Syria, and it routinely targets Pircher is short, with long blond Lang’s memos to the asylum agency,
promising young military officers. If hair, and a frenetic social energy. (Be- whose director, Wolfgang Taucher, or-
Unit 504 got to Halabi when he was a hind his back, people call him Rum- dered that Halabi’s file be placed “under
soldier, his appointment to Branch 300 pelstiltskin.) Before he became the lock and key.”
would have been an extraordinary intel- head of the B.V.T.’s intelligence unit, The B.V.T. had no safe houses or
ligence coup. through his political party, in 2010, he operational black budgets, so it rented
Halabi may not have known for some had little understanding of policing or Halabi an apartment from Pircher’s fa-
time that he was working for Israel; its intelligence. ther-in-law. For the next six months,
spies routinely pose as foreigners from Two days after Halabi crossed into Lang carried out menial tasks on be-
other countries, especially during op- Austria, Lang paid an interpreter to ac- half of the Mossad. “Dear Bernhard!
erations in the Middle East. Or per- company him and Halabi to an inter- Please remember to call your father-in-
haps he was given a narrow assignment view at an asylum center in Traiskirchen, law about the apartment!” he wrote to
regarding a shared interest. Halabi was thirty minutes south of Vienna. In the Pircher. “Dear Bernhard! Please be so
disgusted by Iran’s growing influence preceding weeks, Filipovits had exam- kind as to remember the letter regard-
over Syria, and has described Assad as ined legal options for Halabi’s residency, ing the registration block!”
an “Iranian puppet” who is “not fit to and determined that asylum came with “God you are annoying,” Pircher
govern a country.” a key advantage: any government offi- replied.
The extent of Halabi’s service for cials involved in the process would be “Dear Bernhard!” Lang wrote, in
Israel is unknown. But I have found “subject to a comprehensive duty of early July. He didn’t like the fact that,
no evidence of Israeli involvement in confidentiality.” for all these petty tasks, he had to use
44 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
his real name. “It would certainly not defectors and officers knew not to ask Halabi’s relationship to the Israelis, and
be bad to be equipped with a cover a lot of questions, to avoid suspicion said that he believed it dated back to
name,” he wrote. “What do you think?” among ourselves,” a member of the the previous decade and was likely nar-
By the end of the month, Lang was in- group told me. “But Halabi was the row in scope—reporting on Iranian
troducing himself around the city—at opposite. He was always asking ques- weapons shipments, for example, or on
Ikea, the bank, the post office, Bob & tions. ‘How many people are attending matters related to Hezbollah.
Ben’s Electronic Installation Services— the meeting?’ ‘Where is the meeting?’ The moment Halabi left Syria, in
as Alexander Lamberg. ‘Can I have everyone’s names?’ ‘Every- 2013, he became “the weakest, the least
The Israelis gave Lang about five one’s phone numbers?’” They cut him relevant in the context of the war,” the
thousand euros a month for Halabi’s out of the f low of information. The man said. “Most people who are linked
accounts, passed through the Mossad’s member continued, “One possibility to foreign agencies participated—and
Vienna station. Lang kept meticulous is that he simply could not leave his in some cases continue to participate—
records, sometimes even noting the intelligence mentality behind. The in far worse crimes.” He added, “They
names of Israeli officers he met. Halabi other—which we began to suspect more have total access to Russia and the West,
found Pircher’s father-in-law’s apart- and more, over time—is that he still with all the money they need, all the
ment too small, so, after a few months, had connections to the regime.” diplomatic protections.” In the search
Lang started searching for another place. In Vienna, Halabi hosted regime- for intelligence, not every useful person
“Dear Bernhard!” Lang wrote, in July, affiliated members of the Syrian dias- is a good one—and most of the good
2015. “If we are successful, the monthly pora in his flat. According to someone ones aren’t useful.
rent we agreed on with our friends will who attended one of these events, sev- On December 2, 2015, Austria granted
of course increase slightly. However, my eral Syrians in his orbit flaunted their Halabi asylum. Within days, he was is-
opinion is that they will just have to connections to foreign intelligence ser- sued a five-year passport. Lang helped
live with it.” vices, and the life style that came with Halabi apply for benefits from the Aus-
On October 7th, Halabi provided them. The source, a well-connected trian state. The B.V.T. had supported
Lang with intelligence that a possible Syrian exile, independently deduced his application, noting that it had “no
ISIS fighter had applied for asylum in
Austria. Lang filed a report, citing “a
reliable source,” and sent it to Pircher,
who passed it along to the terrorism
unit. An officer there was underwhelmed
by the tip. “Perhaps the source handler
could talk to us,” he replied. The same
information was all over Facebook and
the news.
The next week, Lang and Filipovits
went to a meeting in Tel Aviv. When
they returned, Lang accompanied Ha-
labi to a second asylum interview. Since
Halabi had already applied for asylum
in France, the officer asked his permis-
sion to contact the French government.
“I am afraid for my life, and therefore
I do not agree,” Halabi said, according
to a copy of the transcript.
“There are also many Syrians in
Austria,” the interviewer noted. “Are
you not afraid here?”
“The number of Syrians in Austria
does not come close to that of France,
so it is easy for me to stay away from
them here,” Halabi said. “And, above
all, from Arabs. I stay away from all of
these people.”
In fact, in both countries, Halabi
was in touch with a group of Syrians
who were trying to set up civil-society
projects in rebel-held territory. But they
suspected that he was gathering intel- “ You can still change your mind—there’s a subway arriving
ligence on their members. “All the other at 110th Street in exactly four minutes.”
information” that he had ever “been in- secret, however, they set out to gather Pircher would have known if they had
volved in war crimes or other criminal intelligence on the CIJA’s staff and its been listening during the meeting—or
acts in Syria.” witnesses, and to discredit the organi- if they had read the meeting minutes,
zation, under the heading “Operation which the Justice Ministry had already
even weeks later, the Austrian Jus- Red Bull.” shared with them.
S tice Ministry alerted the B.V.T. that
the CIJA had identified a high-ranking
Days before the meeting with the
CIJA, a miscommunication between the
Subject: Information on Operation Red Bull
Dear Bernhard!
Syrian war criminal in Austria. The Jus- B.V.T. and the Justice Ministry had led
tice officials had never heard of Halabi, Pircher and Lang to believe that Rapp Pircher had sent Lang an article from
and were unaware that a member of and Engels, the Cija’s head of operations, a Vienna newspaper, which Lang now
their intelligence service was, at the be- were part of an official U.S. delegation. summarized for him: a thirty-one-year-
hest of a foreign agency, tending to his When they finally understood that the old Syrian refugee named Mohamad Ab-
every need. In Austria, war crimes fall CIJA is an N.G.O., they were startled by dullah had been arrested in Sweden, on
under the investigative purview of the its investigative competence, and sur- suspicion of participating in war crimes
B.V.T.’s extremism unit. But no one in mised that the group’s ability to track somewhere in Syria, sometime in the pre-
that unit was aware of Operation White Halabi to Vienna signalled ties to an in- vious several years. “Swedish authorities
Milk, and the B.V.T. sent Lang and telligence agency. Most of the cija’s staff- got on Abdullah’s trail through entries
Pircher to the January 29th meeting ers are from Europe and the Middle and photos on the Internet. Sounds sus-
with the CIJA officials instead. East. But, since the men across the table piciously like the CIJA’s modus operandi
The Justice Ministry kept detailed were American, Pircher and Lang in- to me,” Lang wrote. “Assuming that
meeting minutes. At one point, Stephen ferred that the CIJA’s case against Ha- there are not umpteen war-crimes trials
Rapp, the chair of the cija board of di- labi reflected a rupture in relations be- in Sweden, Abdullah must be the al-
rectors and former international pros- tween the Mossad and the C.I.A. Rapp leged deputy.” (Abdullah has no appar-
ecutor, noted that the CIJA’s witnesses was especially suspect, they thought, since ent connection to Halabi.)
included several of Halabi’s subordi- he had previously served in government. On February 15, 2016, representatives
nates from the intelligence branch, tes- Lang started researching Rapp, and of the B.V.T. and the Mossad met to
tifying against their former boss. e-mailed his findings to Pircher and discuss the CIJA and its findings; ac-
Lang wrote down only one sentence Pircher’s boss, Martin Weiss, the head cording to a top-secret memo drafted
during the meeting: “Deputy of Al-Ha- of operations. by Weiss, the Mossad team noted that
labi is in Sweden and is a witness against the cija is a “private organization with-
Al-Halabi.” It was as if the only thing Subject: Information about Stephen RAPP out a governmental or international
Respected Leadership! For your informa-
he had absorbed was the urgency of the tion, if you type Stephen Rapp in Google . . . mandate”—nothing to worry about, in
threat. Lang and Pircher told the Jus- other words, since it couldn’t prosecute
tice Ministry that they would look into Lang had unearthed the same basic anyone. Courts in Europe and the U.S.
whether Halabi was in the country. In biographical information that he and have opened cases that rely on the CIJA’s
evidence. But that didn’t mean Austria
had to do the same.
In mid-April, Pircher instructed
Lang to find the address of the CIJA’s
headquarters. For security reasons, the
organization tries to keep its location
private; documents in its possession in-
dicate that the Syrian regime is trying
to hunt down its investigators. Lang
concluded that the CIJA shared an of-
fice with The Hague Institute for Global
Justice, in the Netherlands, where Rapp
had a non-resident fellowship.
A few days later, Pircher and another
B.V.T. officer, Monika Gaschl, set off
for The Hague. Their official purpose
was to attend a firearms conference. But
Pircher sent Gaschl to check out The
Hague Institute. “Working persons are
openly visible in front of their screens,”
Gaschl reported. “At lunchtime, food
was brought into the building. Obvi-
“Now that I’ve invented it, I have this odd compulsion to hold it ously, food was ordered.” Gaschl took
in my hand wherever I go and glance at it incessantly.” at least eight photographs—wide-angle
images, showing the street, the side- In fact, Luschin’s position guaran- the French. Luschin acted as if he were
walk, the entrance, and the building teed that there would be no meaning- seeing it for the first time.
façade—and submitted them to Pircher, ful investigation—and he promised as That week, there was a flurry of cor-
who had sent her an e-mail requesting much to the B.V.T. In December, 2016, respondence between the B.V.T. and
“tourist photos from the Hague.” Lang’s partner, Martin Filipovits, asked the Mossad. Lang was desperate to get
But Lang had supplied the wrong Luschin about the status of his case. Halabi out of the apartment. On Au-
address, so Gaschl spied on a random But when Filipovits used the words gust 1st, the Mossad liaison officer called
office of people waiting for lunch. “war criminal” in reference to Halabi, Lang to say goodbye; according to
The CIJA has no affiliation with The Luschin stopped him. The term “is not Lang’s notes, the officer left Austria the
Hague Institute. It isn’t even based in applicable from a legal following day. Two months
the Netherlands. point of view,” Luschin said. later, the B.V.T. formally
He added that he might ended Operation White
ustria’s Justice Ministry agreed that interview Halabi, but only Milk. During the B.V.T.’s
A the CIJA’s dossier amounted to “suf-
ficient” ground for an investigation—
to ask whether he had ever
personally tortured some-
final case discussion with
the Israelis, the Mossad re-
as long as the B.V.T. confirmed that one—not as an interna- quested that Halabi remain
Khaled al-Halabi, the Vienna resident, tional war crime but as a in Austria.
was the man in the file. (After three matter of domestic law, in Seven weeks later, on
weeks with no update, the judge who the manner of a violent as- November 27th, B.V.T. of-
had attended the CIJA meeting called sault. Otherwise, Luschin ficers accompanied Aus-
Lang, who informed her that the re- said, “no investigative steps trian police to Halabi’s
sults of his investigation showed that are necessary in Austria, and no con- apartment and unlocked it with a spare
Halabi “was, to all appearances, actu- crete investigative order will be issued key. Clothes were strewn about, and
ally staying in Vienna.”) But, after the to the B.V.T.” there was rotting food in the refriger-
CIJA sent more evidence and documents, A year passed. Then the French asy- ator. “The current whereabouts of
“we heard nothing,” Engels said. During lum agency sent a rejection letter to al-Halabi could not be determined,” a
the next five years, the CIJA followed up Halabi’s old Paris address. “The fact that B.V.T. officer noted, according to the
with the Austrians at least fifteen times. he didn’t desert until two years after the police report. “The investigations are
A Vienna prosecutor named Edgar Lus- beginning of the Syrian conflict, and continuing.”
chin had formally opened an investiga- only when it had become evident that Oliver Lang still works at the B.V.T.
tion, but he showed little interest in it. his men were incapable of resisting the His boss, Bernhard Pircher, was dismissed,
At first, according to the cija, Luschin rebel advance on Raqqa, casts doubt on after a different scandal. Pircher’s boss,
dismissed the evidence as insufficient. his supposed motivation for desertion,” Martin Weiss, was recently arrested, re-
He later clarified that the quality of the letter read. It added that the asylum portedly for selling classified informa-
war-crimes evidence was immaterial; agency had “serious reasons” to believe tion to the Russian state.
he simply could not proceed. that, owing to Halabi’s “elevated respon- Three years ago, when Lang briefed
Austria has been a member of the sibilities” within the regime, he was Geissler on Operation White Milk, she
International Criminal Court for more “directly implicated in repression and asked him what Austria had gained
than twenty years. But it wasn’t until human rights violations.” In April, 2018, from it. “Lang responded by saying that
2015 that the Austrian parliament up- the agency sent Halabi’s file to French we might obtain information on inter-
dated the list of crimes covered by its prosecutors, who also requested docu- nal structures of the Syrian intelligence
universal-jurisdiction statute—an as- ments from the CIJA. After it became service,” she later said. “I considered
sertion that the duty to prosecute cer- clear that Halabi was no longer in French this pointless.”
tain heinous crimes transcends all bor- territory, prosecutors issued a request to
ders—in a way that would definitively all European police agencies for assis- azi hunters never gave up the pur-
apply to Halabi. For this reason, Lus-
chin decided, Austria had no authority
tance tracking him down. The alert trig-
gered an internal crisis at the B.V.T.; it
N suit for Alois Brunner. But, by 2014,
when Brunner would have been a
to try Halabi for war crimes or for crimes was the first time that the extremism hundred and two, there had been no
against humanity; whatever happened unit, which handles war-crimes inves- confirmed sighting in more than a
under his command had taken place tigations, had heard Halabi’s name. decade. A German intelligence official
before 2015. In late July, Lang was forced to brief informed a group of investigators that
“Why this is the Austrian position, Sybille Geissler, the head of the ex- Brunner was almost certainly dead. “We
I could only speculate,” Wiley, the cija tremism unit, on everything that had were never able to confirm it forensi-
founder, told me. Other European coun- happened in the preceding years. She cally,” one of them told the Times. Nev-
tries have overcome similar legal hur- informed Luschin that Halabi was still ertheless, he added, “I took his name off
dles. “It could be that the Ministry of living in the Vienna apartment that the list.”
Justice, as part of the broader Austrian Lang had rented for him. She also Three years later, two French jour-
tradition, just couldn’t be arsed to do a handed him the CIJA’s dossier, which nalists, Hedi Aouidj and Mathieu Palain,
war-crimes case,” he added. had just been supplied to her office by tracked down Brunner’s Syrian guards
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 47
in Jordan. Apparently, when Hafez al- conjured by Syrian intelligence and city of spies. It is situated on the fringe
Assad was close to death, his prepara- laundered through “deep state” net- of East and West, by Cold War stan-
tions for Bashar’s succession included works in Europe, as part of a plot to dards, and Austria has been commit-
hiding the old Nazi in a pest-ridden undermine Halabi as a potential re- ted to neutrality, in the manner of the
basement. Brunner was “very tired, very placement for Assad. “I am positive Swiss, since the nineteen-fifties. These
sick,” one of the guards recalled. “He that it is the French and the Austrians conditions have attracted many inter-
suffered and he cried a lot. Everyone who are trying to cut Halabi’s wings, national organizations, and, in recent
heard him.”The guard added that Brun- because people like him undermine decades, Vienna has been the site of
ner couldn’t even wash himself. “Even their agendas in Syria,” he said. high-profile spy swaps, peace negoti-
animals—you couldn’t put them in a But Halabi has reported on Sheikh’s ations, and unsolved assassinations.
place like that,” he said. Soon after Bashar activities to the Mossad. On January 4, Now, as my colleague Adam Entous
took over, the door closed, and Brunner 2017, a Mossad operative informed Ol- reported, it is the epicenter of Havana
never saw it open again. “He died a mil- iver Lang that Halabi would be trav- Syndrome—invisible attacks, of un-
lion times.” elling abroad, because a friend of his certain origin, directed at U.S. Em-
Brunner’s guards had been drawn had been invited by a foreign ministry bassy officials.
from Syrian counterintelligence— to discuss a political settlement for Austria’s legal framework effectively
Branch 300—and the dungeon where Syria. “The friend wants Milk to par- allows foreign intelligence agencies to
he died, in 2001, was beneath its head- ticipate in the negotiations,” Lang act as they see fit, as long as they don’t
quarters. Halabi may well have been noted, in a top-secret memo, adding target the host nation. But Austria has
in the building during Brunner’s final that the Mossad would debrief Halabi little capacity to enforce even this. Ac-
weeks. Now Austria deflected atten- on his return. cording to Siegfried Beer, an Austrian
tion from Halabi’s case, much as Syria Lang figured that the negotiations historian of espionage, “Whenever we
had done with Brunner’s. A year after were “presumably in Jordan.” Instead, discover a mole within our own ser-
Halabi hastily moved out of his B.V.T. five days later, Halabi flew to Moscow, vices, it’s not because we’re any good
apartment, Rapp met with Christian where he joined Mustafa al-Sheikh in at counterintelligence—it’s because we
Pilnacek, Austria’s second-highest Jus- a meeting with Russia’s deputy foreign get a hint from another country.
tice Ministry official. According to minister, Mikhail Bogdanov. In the “The biggest problem with the
Rapp’s notes, Pilnacek said that, if the previous months, the Russians had B.V.T. is the quality of the people,”
cija really wanted Halabi arrested, helped the Syrian Army, and associ- he went on. With few exceptions, “it
perhaps it ought to tell the ministry ated Shia militias, forcibly displace tens is staffed with incompetents, who got
where he was. Last fall, Rapp returned of thousands of civilians from rebel-held there through police departments or
to Vienna for an appointment with areas of Aleppo. Now the Russian gov- political parties.” Most officers have
the justice minister—but she didn’t ernment framed its discussions with no linguistic training or international
show up. Sheikh and Halabi as a “meeting with experience.
Of Halabi’s recent phone numbers, a group of Syrian opposition members,” In 2018, after a series of scandals,
two had Austrian country codes, and a with an “emphasis on the need to end the Ministry of the Interior decided
third was Hungarian. Until last fall, his the bloodshed.” Sheikh appeared on to dissolve the B.V.T., which it over-
WhatsApp profile picture showed him Russian state television and said that sees, and replace it with a new orga-
posing in sunglasses on the Széchenyi he hoped Russia would do to the rest nization, to be called the Directorate
bridge, in Budapest. There have been of Syria what it had done in Aleppo— of State Security and Intelligence. Of-
unconfirmed sightings of him in Swit- a statement that drew accusations of ficers are currently reapplying for their
zerland, and speculation that he escaped treason from his former rebel partners. own positions within the new struc-
Vienna on a ferry down the Danube, Halabi remained in the shadows. I have ture, which will be launched at the
to Bratislava, Slovakia. But the most heard rumors that he made three more beginning of next year. But, as Beer
reliable tips, from Syrians who know trips to Moscow, but have found no sees it, the effort is futile: “Where are
him, still place him in Austria. evidence of this. His Austrian passport you going to get six hundred people
One of these Syrians is Mustafa al- expired last December and has not who, all of a sudden, can do intelli-
Sheikh, a defected brigadier general been renewed. gence work?”
and the self-appointed head of the Free Press officers at the Interior Min-
Syrian Army’s Supreme Military Rev- n late August, I flew to Vienna and istry insinuated that it could be ille-
olutionary Council—an outf it he
founded, to the confusion of existing
I journeyed on to Bratislava. Every day
for the next four days, I crossed the Slo-
gal for them to comment on this story.
Pircher declined to comment; law-
F.S.A. factions. In a recent phone call vak border into Austria by train shortly yers for Weiss and Lang did not en-
from Sweden, he described Halabi as after dawn. I could see an array of sat- gage. The Justice Ministry’s Economic
his “best friend.” “General Halabi is ellite dishes on the hill at Königswarte— Crimes and Corruption Office, which
one of the best people in the Syrian an old Cold War listening station, for is investigating the circumstances
revolution,” Sheikh insisted. He said spying on the East, now updated and under which Halabi was granted asy-
that Halabi’s links to war crimes and operated by the N.S.A. In the past cen- lum, said that it “doesn’t have any files
foreign intelligence agencies were lies, tury, Vienna has become known as a against Khaled al-Halabi”—but I have
48 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
several thousand leaked pages from
its investigation.
A week before my arrival in Austria,
I sent a detailed request to the Mos-
sad; it went unanswered. So did three
requests to the Israeli Embassy in Vi-
enna, and one to Unit 504. On a sunny
morning, I walked to the Embassy, on
a quiet, tree-lined street. “We did not
answer you, because we do not want
to answer you!” an Israeli official bel-
lowed through a speaker at the gate.
“Publish whatever you want! We will
not read it.”
From there, I walked to Halabi’s last
known address. As I approached, I no-
ticed that, on Google Maps, the name
of the building was denoted in Arabic
script, al-beit—“home.” For several min-
utes, I sat on a bench near the entrance
listening, through an open window, to
an Arabic-speaking woman who was
cooking in Halabi’s old flat, 1-A. Then
I checked the doorbell: “Lamberg”—
Oliver Lang’s cover name.
A teen-age boy answered the door,
but he was far too young to be Hala-
• •
bi’s son, Kotaiba. I asked if Halabi was
there. “He left long ago,” the boy said. weight, five and a half feet tall. I must meeting with Italy’s intelligence direc-
I asked how he knew the name; he re- have checked a thousand faces. But tor, so he came and went.
plied that Austrian journalists had none of them were his. After twenty hours of searching for
come to the flat before. Luschin’s office says that its inves- Halabi, I walked to his apartment com-
The next day, I visited Halabi’s law- tigation into Halabi is “still pending.” plex and buzzed his door. A young
yer, Timo Gerersdorfer, at his office, in But, according to someone who is fa- Austrian woman answered; she had
Vienna’s Tenth District. He said that miliar with Luschin’s thinking, the never heard of Halabi, and had no in-
the government had revoked Halabi’s general view at the Justice Ministry is terest in who he was. I showed Ha-
asylum status, since it had been ob- that “it’s Syria, and it’s a war. Every- labi’s photograph at every shop and
tained through deception, and that he body tortures.” Other European gov- restaurant in a three-block radius of
has appealed the decision, arguing that ernments have expressed openness to the address. “We know a lot of peo-
the revelation of Halabi’s work for Is- normalizing diplomatic relations with ple in this neighborhood,” a Balkan
raeli intelligence poses such a threat to Assad, and have taken steps to deport man with a gray goatee told me. He
his life that Austria must protect him refugees back to Syria and the sur- squinted at the image a second time,
forever. “No one could get asylum in rounding countries. and shook his head. “I have never seen
Austria if they told the truth,” he said. If Halabi is the highest-ranking Syr- this man.”
According to Gerersdorfer, Halabi is ian war criminal who can be arrested, On my way out of the Twelfth Dis-
broke; it seems that the Mossad has it is only because the greater monsters trict, I walked past the western side
stopped paying his expenses. A few are protected. The obstacle to prose- of the apartment building, where bal-
months ago, Halabi tried to stay in a cuting Assad and his deputies is polit- conies overlook a garden. Directly
shelter with other refugees, but the ical will at the U.N. Security Council. above the Austrian woman’s apart-
shelter looked into his background and Halabi’s former boss in Damascus, Ali ment, a man who looked like Khaled
turned him away. Mamlouk, reportedly travelled to Italy al-Halabi sat on his balcony, shielded
I discovered a new address for Ha- on a private jet in 2018. Mamlouk is from the late-morning sun. But I was
labi, in the Twelfth District, an area that one of the war’s worst offenders—it unable to confirm that it was him.
is home to many immigrants from Tur- was his order, which Halabi passed A knock on the door went unan-
key and the Balkans. Later that after- along, to shoot at gatherings of more swered; according to a neighbor, the
noon, I walked the streets near his block, than four people in Raqqa. But Mam- flat is empty. A lie uttered by Syria’s
as people returned home from work. louk—who has been sanctioned since foreign minister, thirty years ago, kept
The neighborhood was full of men who 2011, and was prohibited from travel- playing in my head: “This Brunner is
looked like him—late middle age, over- ling to the European Union—had a a ghost.”
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PROFILES
he Irish writer Colm Tóibín is Mann’s life. “I could not have done the buttocks. “It was an absolute lark,” Tói-
BOOKS
BY MARGARET TALBOT
oe v. Wade may be the rare Su- viciousness that has poisoned public life
mun did more inadvertent damage to our was unintentionally pregnant for the third
democracy than any other 20th-century time, by a flaky married guy who was al-
American,” the columnist David Brooks ready out of the picture. She wasn’t look-
wrote, in 2005, of the opinion’s author. ing for a crusade when she met with the
Roe v. Wade, Brooks argued, “set off a feminist lawyers Sarah Weddington and
cycle of political viciousness and counter- Linda Coffee at a pizza parlor in Dallas; After decades of changing allegiances,
66 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
Norma McCorvey came to occupy what she called “the mushy middle,” supporting abortion rights with some limits.
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she was looking for a way to end her preg- fully, according to Prager—in a best- tant. Benham was a born-again-Chris-
nancy. Abortion was illegal in Texas, and selling 1994 memoir, “I Am Roe.” The tian lay minister who preached not only
McCorvey was most likely too far along ambivalence ran both ways, and was awk- against abortion but also against homo-
in her pregnancy to make it to one of the wardly riven by class. McCorvey thought sexuality. He kind of liked Norma, though,
few states where it wasn’t; also, she’d been the pro-choice leaders were hoity-toity. and, more to the point, he saw in her a
scared off by a reconnaissance visit to an They left her out of events commemo- prize convert for his movement. Soon he
illegal practitioner closer to home. rating Roe where she figured she should was pressing a Bible into her hands, mak-
By the time the Court handed down its have been a featured speaker. She thought ing her a business card that read “Miss
decision in the case, McCorvey had given they wanted her to be something she Norma, Slave for Christ,” and baptizing
birth to a baby girl and relinquished her wasn’t—“a demure . . . white glove lady.” her in a back-yard pool in suburban Dal-
for adoption. She had also met Connie (She felt differently about the celebrity las. So began McCorvey’s turn as an asset
Gonzalez, her devoted partner for many lawyer Gloria Allred, who did the talk- to the other side in the abortion wars. The
years (although McCorvey cheated on show circuit with her for a while and head of Texans United for Life crowed,
her with gusto), and the two were eking brought out McCorvey’s salty, extempo- “The poster child has jumped off the
out a living as housecleaners. When Mc- raneous charm.) poster.” In time, McCorvey rebelled
Corvey got the call from Weddington and Pro-choice activists didn’t really want against Benham’s insistence that she re-
learned that she’d prevailed in the high- McCorvey donning white gloves, of all nounce her lesbianism, but she contin-
est court, the victory didn’t mean much things, but they did tend to see her as a ued to cast her lot with the anti-abortion
to her. As the journalist Joshua Prager loose cannon and an unreliable narrator side, eventually converting to Catholicism.
writes in “The Family Roe: An Ameri- of her own life. For years, McCorvey had Prager is not unsympathetic to Mc-
can Story” (Norton), his prodigiously re- told reporters that the pregnancy she’d Corvey, but he sees her clearly. He notes
searched, richly detailed, sensitively told gone to court over had been the result of that, unlike some of her feminist allies,
account of McCorvey’s strange, and very a rape. When she explained, in a 1987 in- pro-life leaders, even though they rejected
American, odyssey, “Her own lawyers had terview, that it was actually a consensual her homosexuality, “made a public point
not much cared to know her. She, in turn, encounter, the revelation came as an em- of embracing Norma as she was—blunt
had not much cared to know about their barrassment to the pro-choice movement. and blue-collar.” He paints a believable
case; when, months later, Norma listed Anti-abortion activists seized on the ad- portrait of a woman who cared about
in her red plastic datebook the important mission, arguing that it essentially inval- flirting and fun, seduction and sex, atten-
events of 1973, she included the Yom Kip- idated the Court’s ruling. Prager quotes tion and affirmation—“watching out for
pur War, the Texas State Fair, and the a letter to a Virginia newspaper from a Norma’s salvation and Norma’s ass,” as
closing of a local theater, but not the law- preacher: “As a result of McCorvey’s lie, she once put it—but not about ideology,
suit that bore her assumed name.” more than twenty million babies have been or politics, or anybody else’s rights, really,
McCorvey eventually acknowledged aborted.” In fact, neither McCorvey’s affi- let alone their souls. McCorvey confided
that she was Jane Roe and, in the late davit nor Blackmun’s opinion mentioned to Prager, who spent time with her at the
nineteen-eighties and early nineties, began anything about how she got pregnant. end of her life, “It’s really a lot harder on
making appearances in the national media. Then, in the mid-nineties, while Mc- this side because you gotta act like you
She served as an ambivalent asset to the Corvey was answering phones at an abor- care. But I don’t really give a shit.”
pro-choice movement, attending rallies, tion clinic, she met Flip Benham, a former McCorvey died in 2017, and three
and telling her story—not especially truth- saloonkeeper turned anti-abortion mili- years later a documentary about her,
“AKA Jane Roe,” portrayed her as hav-
ing never truly changed her mind about
abortion but having been paid off to say
she had. Yet, in Prager’s persuasive tell-
ing, it was not so much a secret deal as
a product of McCorvey’s personality.
It’s true that in the documentary Mc-
Corvey, interviewed in a nursing home,
tells the filmmaker, Nick Sweeney, “If
a young woman wants to have an abor-
tion, fine, it’s no skin off my ass.” And
when Sweeney asks if her advocacy for
the pro-life side “was all an act,” she re-
plies, “Yeah. I did it well, too.” Though
the film suggests that anti-abortion ac-
tivists had paid McCorvey handsomely,
Prager says she made something like
eight hundred dollars on average for a
talk, and “struggled to hold on to what
“Mom, Dad, you’re barely in frame . . .” little she earned.” In fact, the pro-choice
side had paid her for public appearances, addiction) and periods of fulfillment for decades. By the time Prager located
too, but she never got rich off either (going back to school, loving a job at a her, she had been acquitted of fraud
movement. You don’t get the impres- florist’s, meeting a nice new guy or gal, charges (after allegedly forging a client’s
sion that McCorvey was purposefully embracing stay-at-home motherhood). signature) and suspended by the Texas
lying to activists on either side. When And yet, because their biological mother bar a few times, when she got behind on
she decided that people were being high happens to have been Jane Roe, they are her licensing payments. She was living
and mighty with her, it was enough to also extraordinary. It’s like a fairy tale set quietly with her partner in a small town
send her skittering back and forth across in working-class America, each sister car- in East Texas, where it was not easy to
what seemed to others like profound rying a secret and a curse. be open about her gay identity. Her fi-
dividing lines of conscience and belief. nances were precarious enough that she
She just doesn’t seem to have cared all ould a different Jane Roe have relied on a local food bank. When she
that much about reproductive rights.
McCorvey, speaking of her defection to
W changed the way the case has been
perceived over the years? Reading “The
was invited, with Weddington, to a pro-
choice fund-raising event in 2019, the
the anti-abortion camp, told Prager, “I Family Roe,” you wonder former partners in history-
was lonely for some excitement. I needed whether someone other than making hadn’t seen each
to do something that would cause media McCorvey might have been other in twenty-seven years.
attention. Isn’t that awful?” a better fit for the role, and By the time the pro-life
Prager got an astonishing array of peo- whether she might have movement took McCorvey
ple to talk to him for this book—from been served better by side- aboard, anti-abortion activ-
short-term girlfriends of McCorvey’s to stepping it. The one thing ists had widened their focus
the son of Henry Wade, the Dallas D.A. McCorvey had wanted when from the vulnerable fetus
who was Roe’s legal antagonist and who, she went to see the lawyers to the woman carrying it—
we learn here, was secretly pro-choice. she’d been referred to was who, they argued, would be
The book is most compelling, though, an abortion—and she never morally, emotionally, and
when it’s relating the personal saga of a got it. Weddington and Cof- physically damaged by an
woman and her family caught in the gears fee do seem to have told her that, by the abortion. The purported damage ranged
of history. Prager brings in two charac- time her case made it to court, it would from regret to a constellation of woes
ters beyond McCorvey’s orbit—Mildred almost certainly be too late to end the called “post-abortion syndrome.” Ron-
Jefferson, an African American pro-life pregnancy. But they did not help her to ald Reagan’s Surgeon General C. Ever-
leader, and Curtis Boyd, a doctor who get an abortion, and, as Prager notes, ett Koop was tasked with collecting ev-
provided abortions before and after Roe— they could at least have tried. Wedding- idence of P.A.S., but admitted that he
but their stories don’t add much to the ton had worked with a service that re- couldn’t find any. Evidence of routine re-
narrative. Its drive comes from Prager’s ferred people seeking abortions to clin- gret was also lacking. A large-scale study
efforts to track down the three daughters ics in California (where it was legal) and conducted by researchers at the Univer-
whom McCorvey gave up for adoption. in Mexico (where it was quasi-legal). She sity of California, San Francisco, found
What he learns about these women herself had obtained an abortion in Mex- that, five years out, the vast majority of
doesn’t cohere into a neat takeaway, al- ico a few years earlier. women who had undergone an abortion
though it’s notable that all three tell him Weddington was only twenty-six said it had been the right choice for them.
they are pro-choice. The oldest, who was when she argued Roe in front of the Su- In any case, regret is a dubious basis for
partly raised by Norma’s mother and sis- preme Court. The prevailing atmosphere policy. People regret all kinds of deci-
ter, and who knew Norma, yearns for a was so sexist that the Texas assistant at- sions, large and small, but we don’t pro-
deep family bond with her two half sis- torney general prefaced his argument actively deprive them of their deci-
ters and hopes that they’ll find a way to with a lame quip about the difficulty of sion-making agency on the chance that
accept their mother. The middle sister, facing off against “such beautiful ladies.” they might. The anti-abortion movement
who most resembles McCorvey and is, There is much to admire about her: she made McCorvey into a sad-eyed em-
like her, a lesbian, is more interested in went on to win a seat in the state legis- bodiment of tormenting second thoughts.
information about her biological parents lature, to write a memoir about the case, Here, after all, was the very woman whose
than in a relationship with them. The and to become a popular speaker on col- pregnancy had legalized abortion, now
youngest, the so-called Roe baby, was lege campuses. But Prager says that in decrying it. But the regret McCorvey ex-
identified by a pro-life private detective early interviews Weddington made it pressed time and again was about not
shortly before her nineteenth birthday, sound as if McCorvey had decided to getting an abortion—she even shared
laying the groundwork for a National En- carry her pregnancy to term to make sure that sentiment with a reporter sent to
quirer story. Until then, she had pretended she would still have standing, thereby cover her born-again baptism.
that her real parents were Ann-Margret saving the case. In fact, Prager writes,
and Elvis Presley, and she tells Prager “Norma had shown no such valor.” Cof- here had been other possible plain-
that she wishes she’d never learned the
facts of her birth. The sisters’ lives are or-
fee gets a more sympathetic treatment,
perhaps in part because Weddington de-
T tiffs, other possible routes to the Su-
preme Court. As a young litigator with
dinary, zigzagging between rough pas- clined to talk to Prager, and in part be- the A.C.L.U., Ruth Bader Ginsburg had
sages (depression, divorce, domestic abuse, cause Coffee had a much lower profile hoped that the Court’s first abortion case
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 69
would be one in which she was repre- partner. Projecting a sort of “disdain for ity rather than in privacy. You can see
senting a woman seeking not to have an politics” was often part of the package, the pitfalls of a “my body, my choice”
abortion. The woman was Susan Struck, as Cynthia Godsoe, a professor at Brook- absolutism—or a caricature of it—in the
a nurse in the Air Force who became lyn Law School, points out in an essay anti-vaccine and anti-mask movements
pregnant in 1970, while serving in Viet- called “Perfect Plaintiffs.” Jim Oberge- of today. Many feminist thinkers now
nam. The military gave her two choices: fell, the plaintiff in Obergefell v. Hodges argue for a more inclusive, and poten-
have an abortion or be immediately dis- (2015), the case that established same-sex tially sturdier, defense of abortion rights
charged. (Though illegal in most states, marriage, told reporters, “No one could in what’s often called reproductive jus-
abortion was allowed on military bases.) ever accuse us of being activists. . . . We tice. It embraces the freedom to have
The Supreme Court agreed to hear just lived our lives.” Still, Godsoe writes, children, with adequate social supports
Struck v. Secretary of Defense, but in the “several had been involved in previous to raise them, as well as the freedom to
meantime the Air Force, realizing that LGB advocacy; all were attractive can- postpone or prevent childbearing. That
it would likely lose, overturned the pol- didates for careful recruitment by cause would mean, as Reva Siegel, a law pro-
icy. An opinion in the Struck case, Gins- lawyers.” A belief in the mission and the fessor at Yale, has put it, looking beyond
burg believed, would have anchored the support of other people who believe in abortion and asking, “What are all the
right to have an abortion—like the right it can gird a person for a long, public ways that law impinges on—empowers
not to have one—in the notion of equal- fight, making things easier on the client, or disempowers—people in their inti-
ity. A whole class of people could not be emotionally, and on the larger move- mate and their family lives?”
denied equal treatment under the law ment, politically. On the other hand, Justice Black-
simply because they were subject to the And yet a plaintiff’s character or com- mun’s elaboration of a constitutional
condition of pregnancy. mitment doesn’t necessarily matter to right to privacy, the assertion that there
“The Family Roe” tells us that Wed- the outcome of the case. It was easy to are areas of intimate life on which the
dington and Coffee, hedging their bets love the Lovings, the plaintiffs in Lov- state cannot encroach, has been import-
against the possibility that Norma would ing v. Virginia (1967), which legalized ant in subsequent decisions governing
drop out of the suit, had challenged the interracial marriage across the country. the right to marry whom one chooses,
Texas abortion law on behalf of another Their lawyers could accurately present and in the understanding of human
plaintiff as well. Her name was Marsha them as ordinary, apolitical rural folks, rights more generally. And the backlash
King, and she was, Prager writes, “un- a couple who loved each other and sim- argument—that it was the judicial over-
like Norma in almost every way.” A mar- ply wanted to live together quietly and reach of Roe that created this country’s
ried engineer with an advanced degree legally. Yet, as Godsoe notes, these dream long-lasting division over abortion—
in physics, King had talked openly about clients with the dream name came to deserves at least an asterisk. There’s no
the importance of abortion rights ever their lawyers by “happenstance.” John doubt that Roe exerted what Prager de-
since having a gruelling procedure her- Lawrence, of Lawrence v. Texas (2003), scribes as a galvanizing effect on anti-
self, in Mexico. She was in ill health and the landmark Supreme Court case that abortion activists. It has been a main-
didn’t want to risk getting pregnant again, overturned sodomy laws, was nobody’s stay of evangelical politics for decades,
but, because she wasn’t currently preg- idea of a dream plaintiff. He had dis- and all the more offensive to some be-
nant, the Texas court that heard the case played no interest in gay-rights activ- cause it could be attributed to what An-
found she didn’t have standing. Even so, ism, and he had a previous conviction tonin Scalia called “the black-robed su-
there might have been many other can- for vehicular homicide. One night, the premacy” on the federal bench. Yet
didates like King. By 1970, there had been police invaded his home without a war- Siegel and Linda Greenhouse, a former
speak-outs where women came forward rant and arrested him for having sex Supreme Court reporter for the Times,
in public forums to talk about their own with another man. Lawrence’s partner have dug into the backlash claim and
fears of unwanted pregnancy and their wasn’t even his lover, as the law profes- provided a set of complicating facts.
experiences with illegal abortionists. sor Dale Carpenter revealed in his book Polling on the eve of Roe showed that
These were feminists attuned to the wider on the case, “Flagrant Conduct.” But a “substantial majority” of Americans
significance of legalizing abortion, more arrests for sodomy in Texas were rare, favored decriminalizing abortion, in-
committed to a cause than to their own so this one offered a valuable opportu- cluding two-thirds of self-identified Re-
immediate self-interest. nity to challenge a set of assumptions publicans and fifty-six per cent of Cath-
In the years since Roe, some civil- behind legal anti-gay discrimination. olics. But, they write, “despite broad
rights lawyers seem to have sought out McCorvey’s main qualification, too, was popular support, liberalization of abor-
appealing, well-spoken clients, with a being in the right place in the right con- tion law had all but come to a halt in
history of activism or at least developed dition at the right time, and being will- the face of concerted opposition by a
opinions on the issue at stake. That was ing to sign an affidavit. Catholic-led minority.” Republicans
true, for instance, of most of the plain- Those of us who are pro-choice may began stoking opposition to abortion
tiffs in the lawsuits seeking to legalize be tempted to sigh over Roe v. Wade, as part of a strategy to lure working-class
same-sex marriage, who were upstand- wondering how it could have been dif- Catholic voters and Southerners who
ing embodiments of respectability poli- ferent. Maybe, as Justice Ginsburg be- were alienated by the Democratic Par-
tics—monogamous, middle class, some- lieved, it would have been better to ty’s outreach to minorities, by the coun-
times devotedly caring for a disabled ground the right to abortion in equal- terculture, and by the women’s move-
70 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
ment. In Greenhouse and Siegel’s view,
there is nothing uniquely backlash-in-
ducing about a judicial, as opposed to BRIEFLY NOTED
a legislative, extension of rights.
As for McCorvey herself, precisely Matrix, by Lauren Groff (Riverhead). The author, whose previ-
because of her ambivalence she was, in ous fiction has probed contemporary American communities,
significant ways, a highly representative sets this novel in an impoverished twelfth-century English
and therefore inadvertently eloquent abbey, where the protagonist, Marie, is sent at the age of sev-
plaintiff. As Prager writes, “If Norma enteen to be prioress. A half-royal orphan used to court life,
was uncomfortable with the increasing she looks upon the role as a living death but becomes adept at
surety and absolutism of both move- eliding medieval strictures of faith and gender. Wrestling with
ments, she was hardly alone.” By the a multifaceted devotion—tenuous piety, thirst for power, love
end of her life, she occupied what she for her sisters in the abbey—she creates an “army of nuns” who
called “the mushy middle,” supporting, undersell male scribes and rout unscrupulous tenants. Through
as many Americans do, abortion rights Marie, Groff explores how a society’s religious and gendered
but with some limits. And the fact that constraints can be turned on their head to create a utopia.
she did not want to be a parent was cer-
tainly related to what Ginsburg called Damnation Spring, by Ash Davidson (Scribner). Taking place
“the right to control her own destiny.” in a small town in Northern California’s redwood country, this
Her topsy-turvy life is a reminder, too, novel shifts perspectives among members of the Gunderson
that if the personal is the political, the family. Rich comes from a logging background and hopes to
political is also the personal, driven by fulfill his father’s dream of owning the land with the largest
inconsistency and exigency. redwood in the area. His wife, Colleen, a midwife and a mother
McCorvey wanted an abortion at a of one, longs for a second child but has had multiple miscar-
time when some women could fly to riages. When environmentalists question the effects of the log-
California or Oregon or Mexico to get ging industry’s herbicide use, the household is torn; logging is
one and others could not. She simply Rich’s heritage and livelihood but may offer an explanation
didn’t have the money. Today, more than for Colleen’s miscarriages. With great empathy and care, Da-
half of those who have abortions live vidson demonstrates how competing values play out against a
below the federal poverty line. And they backdrop of climate change in America.
are the ones who will suffer if the Su-
preme Court overturns Roe. Women Love Lockdown, by Elizabeth Greenwood (Gallery). A sobering
will always seek to end unwanted preg- statistic opens this exploration of dating and marriage in Amer-
nancies, as they have throughout his- ican prisons: the U.S. has not only the highest incarceration
tory, and throughout the world, regard- rate in the world but also the highest rate in the country’s his-
less of what the law says. Indeed, doing tory, with some 2.3 million people “inside.” Greenwood, fol-
so is easier now than ever, given the lowing five couples over five years, shows what it takes to main-
availability of reliable abortion-induc- tain a relationship when one or both partners are incarcerated:
ing drugs that can be taken at home enduring years of separation; saving up for privately operated,
and are increasingly provided by online price-gouging e-mail services; and so on. Moving seamlessly
services. People of means seeking abor- between the intimate and the institutional, she remains alert
tions will be able to travel to states that to the injustices of the system while capturing the romance of
have strengthened their own laws to her subjects’ stories, like that of Sherry, an incarcerated trans
make sure the procedure can still be of- woman who spends all day talking through an air vent with
fered there. Women short on funds, or her fiancé, Damon, the boy in the cell next door.
information, or child care, or the ability
to take time off from work will be out Freedomville, by Laura T. Murphy (Columbia Global Reports).
of luck and, if they do find a way to end In 2000, enslaved miners from the Kol tribe, in Uttar Pradesh,
an unwanted pregnancy, more vulner- freed themselves by winning a lease for their own rock quarry.
able to prosecution. Norma McCor- In the human-rights community, the story of this nonvio-
vey’s obituary in the Washington Post lent, survivor-led “slave revolt” became central to thinking
ended, aptly, with something she said about strategies that might help free the estimated forty mil-
in 1994: “I don’t require that much in lion people still enslaved worldwide. But a significant, and
my life. I just never had the privilege to violent, detail of the story was missing. By the time that
go into an abortion clinic, lay down, and Murphy, an academic, heard the full story from the Kols,
have an abortion. That’s the only thing she had been teaching the incomplete narrative for years.
I never had.” In that way, McCorvey She now sees that version as romanticized and believes that
was the perfect plaintiff—a harbinger the truth must be known, lest we saddle the marginalized
of things to come. with unrealistic moralism.
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 71
evil.” The godfather had been raised in
A CRITIC AT LARGE a pious community, and he entered into
the spirit of this one. His own experi-
ASYLUM SEEKER
ence of malevolence had taught him,
as he wrote, that life “is not moral.” Yet
he stood gravely at the font and vowed,
Seven centuries after Dante’s death, are we finally ready for Purgatory? “Rinuncio.”
I thought of those scenes last spring
BY JUDITH THURMAN when I began reading three new trans-
lations of Purgatory, being published
to coincide with the seven-hundredth
anniversary of Dante’s death, at fifty-
six, in September of 1321. The speech
of the hamlet had primed my ear for
the poet’s tongue. “Di che potenza vieni?”
an old farmer had asked the godfather:
“From what power dost thou come?”
Purgatory, like the other two canticles
of what Dante called his “sacred” epic,
Inferno and Paradise, takes place during
Easter week in 1300. In Canto I, the
pilgrim and his cicerone, Virgil, emerge
from Hell and arrive at the mountain
“of that second kingdom where the
human spirit purges itself to become
worthy of Heaven.” Dante’s body, still
clad in its flesh, inspires marvel among
the shades because it casts a shadow.
They mob him with questions: From
where has he come?
Dante was a good companion for
the pandemic, a dark wood from which
the escape route remains uncertain. The
plagues he describes are still with us:
of sectarian violence, and of the greed
for power that corrupts a regime. His
medieval theology isn’t much consola-
tion to a modern nonbeliever, yet his
art and its truths feel more necessary
than ever: that greater love for others
ifty years ago, I was a guest at less bohemians, so the gift was wel- is an antidote to the world’s barbari-
F the baptism of a friend’s son in
the ancient church of a Tuscan ham-
come. It came, however, with a
condition: we had to watch the lamb
ties, that evil may be understood as a
sin against love, and that a soul can’t
let. It was Easter, and lambing season. being slaughtered. hope to dispel its anguish without first
A Sardinian shepherd who tended the The blood sacrifice took place after plumbing it.
flocks of a local landowner came to the baptism. That morning, the baby’s An underworld where spirits mi-
pay his respects to the new parents. godfather, an expatriate writer, had grate after death has always been part
He was a wild-looking man with mat- caused a stir in the church, since none of humankind’s imagination. Nearly
ted hair whose harsh dialect was hard of the villagers, most of them farmers, every culture, including the most an-
to understand. Among our party was had ever seen a Black man in person. cient, has a name for it: Diyu, Naraka,
a beauty of fifteen, an artist’s daugh- Some tried to touch his hands, to see Sheol, Tartarus, Hades. But there is no
ter, and the shepherd took such a fancy if the color would rub off; there was a Purgatory in the Bible, or in Protes-
to her that he asked for her hand. The sense of awe among them, as if one of tantism, or in Eastern Orthodoxy. In
girl’s father politely declined, and the the Magi had come to visit. Toward the current Catholic dogma, it is a state of
shepherd, to show that he had no hard end of the ceremony, the moment came being rather than an actual realm be-
feelings, offered us a lamb for our Pas- for the sponsors to “renounce Satan tween Hell and Heaven: an inner fire
chal dinner. My friends were penni- and . . . all his seductions of sin and in the conscience of sinners that refines
their impurities.
Dante’s conception of Purgatory is remarkably like a wilderness boot camp. The concept of Purgatory was rela-
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tively new when Dante was born; it we are living as we read.” And here, too, paldino, and war must have given him
came into currency in the twelfth cen- he reflects, there is “hope, as it is expe- a foretaste of Hell. But then he went
tury, perhaps among French theolo- rienced nowhere else in the poem, for back to civilian life, becoming a nova
gians. This invention of a liminal space there is none in Hell, and Paradise is in Florence’s literary firmament. He
where sinners who had repented but fulfillment itself.” made princely friends who admired
still had work to do on their souls was his poetry. Among them was another
a great consolation to the faithful. It he Dante we meet in the first lines of Italy’s greatest poets, Guido Caval-
was also a boon for the Church. By the
late Middle Ages, you could shorten
T of Inferno is a middle-aged man
who wakes after a night of terrors to
canti, although Dante wouldn’t spare
his father from damnation for heresy.
your detention by years, centuries, or find himself in the wilderness. How By 1295, Dante had finished “Vita
even millennia by paying a hefty sum did he get there? The Republic of Flor- Nuova,” a stylized autobiography. Its
to a “pardoner,” like Chaucer’s pilgrim. ence was his crucible. He was born in author is a self-absorbed youth with
A popular ditty captured the cynicism 1265, under the sign of Gemini. Ac- the leisure to moon after an aloof wo-
this practice inspired: “As soon as a coin cording to a recent biographer, the Ital- man. He knows he’s a genius and can’t
in the coffer rings / The soul from Pur- ian scholar Marco Santagata, he be- help showing off. Passages of prose
gatory springs.” lieved that his natal horoscope had alternate with sonnets and canzoni
Before Dante, though, the notion of destined him for glory as both a poet on the theme of love, but the author
Purgatory was an empty lot waiting for and a messiah who would save the doesn’t trust us to understand them.
a visionary developer. His blueprint is world. There was little in his back- His didactic self-commentary has been
an invention of exquisite specificity. A ground to justify such grandiosity. San- hailed as the birth of metatextuality,
ziggurat-like mountain ringed with tagata calls Dante’s father, Alighiero, though it also seems to mark the ad-
seven terraces, one for each of the car- “a small-time moneylender.” His vent of mansplaining. The “Vita,”
dinal sins, rises from the sea in the mother, Bella, came from a wealthier Dante tells us, in the penultimate chap-
Southern Hemisphere, opposite the family. Both parents were respectable ter, is addressed to a female reader-
globe from Jerusalem, with the Earthly citizens, though not members of the ship (one presumably unversed in po-
Paradise at its summit. According to élite. Their son’s pretensions to nobil- etics). “It is to the ladies that I speak,”
Dante, this mountain was formed by ity weren’t warranted by his birth. he writes.
the impact of Satan’s fall to Earth. His Dante was the youngest of his par- Several ladies elicit Dante’s gal-
descent brought grief to the children ents’ children, and he was possibly just lantry in the “Vita,” but only one, Be-
of Eve—those “seductions of sin and a toddler when his mother died. His atrice, inspires his adoration. Her prob-
evil” that every godparent must re- father died when Dante was about ten. able model was Beatrice di Folco
nounce. But it also created a stairway The boy suffered from poor health and Portinari. Her father and husband were
to Heaven. bad eyesight. The fits and visions that rich Florentine bankers; she died in
Dante’s conception of Purgatory is his works allude to may have been her early twenties. Details of her life
remarkably like a wilderness boot camp. caused by epilepsy. Yet his intellect are scarce, and Dante doesn’t supply
Its terrain is forbidding—more like an seems always to have been exceptional. many. Their families may have been
alp than like a Tuscan hillside. Each of However Dante was educated (likely neighbors. Her father’s testament left
the rugged terraces is a setting for group in a plebeian public school, according her fifty florins. Dante claims that he
therapy, where supernatural counsellors to Santagata), he mastered Latin and was first smitten with Beatrice as a
dispense tough love. Their charges are became “a great epistolographer”—a nine-year-old; she was a few months
sinners, yet not incorrigibles: they all composer of artful letters, official and younger and dressed fetchingly in
embraced Jesus as their savior. But, be- private. When he waded into his city’s crimson. At that moment, he “began
fore dying, they harmed others and roiling politics, that talent anchored to tremble so violently that even the
themselves, so their spirits need reëd- his career. least pulses of my body were strangely
ucation. They will graduate to the Florence was a hub of banking and affected.” He next catches sight of her
Earthly Paradise, and eventually to the wool trade. By the late twelve-hun- at eighteen, now “dressed in pure
Heaven, after however much time it dreds, two rival parties, the Guelfs white,” and when she greets him he
takes them to transcend their mortal and the Ghibellines, had been fight- feels he is experiencing “the very sum-
failings by owning them. ing for nearly a century to dominate mit of bliss.” That night, he dreams of
For many students of Dante, Pur- its government. The Guelfs were al- her asleep, “naked except for a crim-
gatory is the Divine Comedy’s central lied with the Pope, the Ghibellines son cloth,” in the arms of a “lordly
canticle poetically, philosophically, and with the Holy Roman Emperor. In man.” The man wakes her, holding a
psychologically. It is, as one of its best 1289, the Ghibellines were defeated blazing heart—Dante’s—and compels
translators, the poet W. S. Merwin, in a decisive battle at Campaldino. her to eat it, which she does “unsurely.”
noted, the only one that “happens on But the victors then splintered into There are, regrettably, no more
the earth, as our lives do. . . . Here the two factions—the White Guelfs, with naked bodies or scenes of erotic can-
times of day recur with all the sensa- whom Dante sided, and the Black nibalism in the “Vita”—it’s all courtly
tions and associations that the hours Guelfs, his sworn enemies. love from here on. Dante chronicles
bring with them, the hours of the world Dante fought in the cavalry at Cam- his brief encounters with Beatrice on
THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 73
the street or in church (today, one might temperament, which was reported to its central persona, Dante wrestles with
say that he stalked her), fainting with be vain and contentious. After leav- his fellow-feeling for sinners con-
joy if she acknowledges him and plung- ing Purgatory’s terrace of pride, he demned to torments that he has in-
ing into depression after a snub. He worries that he’ll be remanded there vented. Nowhere is the tension be-
mourns her untimely death abjectly. after death. tween his orthodoxy and his nascent
But not long afterward his head is Dante spent the last nineteen years humanism more acute than in Canto
turned by another lady, “gracious, beau- of his working life as an itinerant dip- XV of Inferno, when a shade with fea-
tiful, young, and wise.” Why not con- lomat and secretary for the lords of tures scorched by the flames clutches
sole himself, he reasons, “after so much northern Italy. The poem that he called, at the poet’s hem. “Brunetto, master,
tribulation”? simply, the “Comedy” (a Venetian edi- you are here?” Dante cries out, palpa-
This “other woman” of the “Vita” tion of 1555 added the adjective “Di- bly shocked.
was not the girl to whom Dante had vine,” and it stuck) is the work of an Brunetto Latini, a Florentine poet
been betrothed when he was not quite embittered asylum seeker. Its profound- and statesman, had been Dante’s men-
twelve, and whom he had married as est lesson may be that love’s wellspring tor after his parents’ deaths. He has
a young man. His lawful wife was is forgiveness. Yet Dante never forgave been condemned to the Seventh Cir-
Gemma Donati. Her family was no- Florence. Even in Paradise, he can’t cle for practicing the vice of sodomy,
bler and richer than the Alighieris, resist a swipe at his fellow-citizens. about which, apparently, he was unre-
and they led the Black Guelfs. He They are “little brats who swat away pentant. But the tenderness both men
mentions several of his wife’s relatives their nurse’s breast though they’re dying express, and their mourning for what
in the Comedy. (One, the virtuous of hunger.” they have lost in each other—a father
Piccarda, whose odious brother tore The Comedy is both an epic road and a son—is in its way a heretical re-
her from a convent and forced her to trip indebted to Homer and a medie- buke to the implacable order that for-
marry, greets him in Paradise; another, val pilgrimage, though it is also a land- bids their reunion in Heaven. “If all
Forese, a friend of his youth, is a glut- mark in Western literature: one of its that I ask were fulfilled,” Dante says,
ton in Purgatory.) But he never ac- first masterpieces in a Romance ver- “you wouldn’t be an outcast from
knowledged Gemma’s existence in any nacular. Dante’s art heralds the begin- human nature.”
of his works. One would like to think ning of the Renaissance for the same Virgil, who died two decades be-
that Dante ghosted her out of discre- reason that Giotto’s does. The two great fore Christ’s coming, is also excluded
tion—she was beholden to his perse- Florentines were contemporaries, and from Heaven, yet he bears that sor-
cutors. Perhaps, though, the rueful they may have been friends, despite a row stoically. He tells Dante that it’s
shade of Ulysses hits upon the real disparity of class. According to legend, a presumption to question divine jus-
reason in Inferno: the painter spent his boyhood as a shep- tice, even when it seems unfair, and to
Neither tenderness for my son, herd. (He would have known how to confuse “piety” with “pity” (the same
Nor duty to my old father, butcher a lamb.) They both inherited word in Italian, pietà). Salvation, Dante
Nor the debt of love I owed Penelope, an allegorical tradition, and their themes will discover, requires the surrender of
To make her happy, could compete are faithful to its doctrine, yet their precisely that attribute to which he is
With my ardor to know the world, protagonists are radically human. A most attached as an artist, a lover, and
And all things human, base and noble.
a man: his ego.
If Gemma was Dante’s Penelope, As Dante and Virgil make their ar-
Beatrice was his Athena—the divine duous circuit of Purgatory’s terraces,
protectress of his odyssey. And the final they ask directions from the shades,
chapter of the “Vita” announces a fu- who share their stories and explain their
ture joint enterprise. The guilty swain penances. Like birds of prey being
vows to atone for his betrayal by writ- tamed by a falconer, the envious have
ing of Beatrice “what has never been their eyes sewn shut. The gluttons are
said of another woman.” mortified by starvation amid torment-
ing aromas. The lustful must pass
n 1301, the White Guelfs sent Dante fresco on the walls of Florence’s Po- through a wall of flames. The proud
I to Rome on a mission to secure the
Pope’s support for their cause. But
destà Chapel, attributed to Giotto, rep-
resents the saved in Paradise. Among
stagger beneath a sack of boulders, and
the slothful atone with manic activity.
while he was away from Florence the them is a young man presumed to be But Dante is an embed, rather than a
Black Guelfs seized power. They ban- Dante, holding a book. He is dressed mere tourist. A sword-wielding angel
ished Dante in absentia and confis- sumptuously in red, with an aquiline scarif ies his brow with seven let-
cated his property; he would burn at profile and a steely gaze. Dante cele- ters—“P”s, for peccato, or sin. Once he
the stake should he ever return. He brates Giotto’s fame, somewhat sarcas- understands a sin humbly and viscer-
never did, even in 1315, when the city tically, in the eleventh canto of Purga- ally, he ascends to the next terrace, and
offered to commute his sentence if he tory. A lust for fame was one of his a “P” is erased. Fear and exhaustion
repented publicly. Exile was prefera- own failings. sometimes tempt him with dejection,
ble to abasement for a man of his As the narrator of the Comedy and but, Virgil tells him,
74 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021
This mountain’s nature
Is to seem steepest from below;
The climb is less painful the higher you go.
LISTENING TOUR
singer. Their 1993 album, “So Tough,”
was a masterpiece of nineties sample cul-
ture. Cracknell’s versatile singing blended
Saint Etienne’s nostalgic, time-travelling sounds. plaintive folk with the sounds of sixties
girl groups and the luscious sirens of
BY HUA HSU house music. In the decade that followed,
they released a series of albums that were
like portals—some to the past, some to
futures that never came. Yet their manic
rhythms and slice-of-life lyrics were
deeply attuned to the sensation of living
in the present, figuring yourself out, cast-
ing around for your tribe.
Saint Etienne’s new album, “I’ve Been
Trying to Tell You,” released last week,
is an attempt to conjure the feeling of
the late nineteen-nineties. A strain of
contemporary nostalgia has romanti-
cized these years as a period of hope and
optimism, after the Cold War ended and
before the Internet became a totalizing
force, when the rise of New Labour in
the U.K. and the Clintons in the U.S.
made some believe that liberal democ-
racy might sweep the planet. The band’s
memory of the period is more compli-
cated. Saint Etienne’s scavenging of the
past once felt wistful and crisp, but here
it feels hazy and ethereal.The band mines
the era’s pop hits for glimmers of a glossy
past—spare lyrics from old hits waft in
the air—but everything sounds a bit
spooky. The song “Music Again” opens
the album with what seems to be a stately,
fusty harpsichord loop. Upon closer in-
spection, one finds that it’s a sample
of the British girl group Honeyz’ 1998
he animating force of pop music British trio consisting of Bob Stanley, hit “Love of a Lifetime” slowed down
T is youth. Many of the great mu-
sical revolutions and upheavals have
Sarah Cracknell, and Pete Wiggs, has
specialized in a nostalgic, time-travel-
to a hypnotic crawl. On previous albums,
Cracknell made intricate references to
been the result of teen-agers experi- ling approach to pop. Stanley was a moments and places, as if reading from
encing the world for the first time, cap- music journalist in the late eighties, a diary. On this track, it sounds as if she
turing the sensation of discovery, and when he and Wiggs, his childhood were singing along to the radio, repeat-
making art of their new intimacies and friend, began experimenting with sam- ing a mysterious line to herself over and
feelings. But it’s not just the experi- plers. Their first single, “Only Love over: “Never had a way to go.”
ence of youth in real time that inspires Can Break Your Heart,” was a fluky The track “Fonteyn” loops the open-
popular music; it’s also the memory of success. It featured the singer Moira ing of the Lighthouse Family’s 1997
what it once felt like to be young. The Lambert reimagining a swooning, laid- dance-pop hit “Raincloud,” recasting
yearning to recover youth’s extremes— back number by Neil Young as a piece the original’s euphoric rush as swirly,
the highs and lows, the startling breadth of swinging, slowed-down house music. dub-influenced hip-hop. “Pond House”
of one’s imagination when one had the The song was a major hit and became stretches out a sample of Natalie Im-
energy to take it all in at once—also a blueprint for the group’s style over bruglia’s overlooked 2001 track “Beauty
makes for a strong muse. the next decade, grafting club rhythms on the Fire.” “Here it comes again,” Im-
For thirty years, Saint Etienne, a or hip-hop-inspired beat collages onto bruglia repeats atop a floaty bass line and
a drizzle of pianos. It’s dreamy and haunt-
The group’s sampling captures the thrill of hearing a song for the first time. ing, a bit like those YouTube clips that
78 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY MELEK ZERTAL
depict familiar tracks played in aban- feels like the most exciting place on
doned shopping malls. One of the most earth, which is the way it should be.
mesmerizing songs is “Little K,” which In “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!,” Stanley writes
is built on Samantha Mumba’s 2000 song that “great pop” is about “tension, oppo-
“Til the Night Becomes the Day.” Mum- sition, progress, and fear of progress.” As
ba’s uplifting anthem gets re-created as listeners, we build our sense of music’s
an epic slow burn, the original’s majes- development around whatever is avail-
tic harps and strings cresting and falling able to us. In Stanley’s time, this meant
toward a glorious crash. It feels like an a record collection; a well-curated one
attempt to live inside the texture of Mum- was like a small universe of your own
ba’s sunny exuberance a moment longer. creation. But music discovery looks very
different now: we are inundated with
n 2013, Stanley published “Yeah! Yeah! endless streams of content. We tend to
I Yeah!: The Story of Pop Music from
Bill Haley to Beyoncé,” an idiosyncratic
believe that doing away with physical
objects has made our grasp of past music
celebration of the “permanent state of more comprehensive. It’s easy to think
flux” that is pop music. In one evoca- everything is on the Internet, somewhere,
tive section, he defends the First Class’s waiting to be rediscovered. But there
long-forgotten 1974 novelty hit “Beach are always names missing. In August, it
Baby,” which has generally been derided was announced that much of the late
as a Beach Boys ripoff; Stanley calls it singer Aaliyah’s back catalogue was com-
“the work of a committed pop fan, want- ing to streaming platforms, presumably
ing to give something back, trying to timed to capitalize on the twentieth an-
amplify his love” for his heroes. This niversary of her death. (For years, the
perfectly captures Saint Etienne’s ethos. only album available was her R. Kelly-
The group’s pastiches index a history produced début, “Age Ain’t Nothing but
of listening, clinging to the thrill of a Number.”) And the hip-hop group De
hearing things for the first time. On La Soul also revealed that, after many
previous records, they plumbed mem- years of record-label limbo, it had finally
ories that were awestruck and childlike. brokered a deal to bring its classic al-
“I’ve Been Trying to Tell You” involves bums from the late eighties through 2001
a darker nostalgia. The samples stop to the streaming platforms.
around 2001, and it seems as if the group Before these announcements, if you
is trying to recover a pre-9/11 hope for were to piece together the history of
politics and society. hip-hop according to Spotify guides and
In recent years, Saint Etienne has playlists alone, it would have been as if
focussed much of its fascination on these artists had never existed. One of
secondhand memories of postwar En- the frustrations of relying on streaming
gland, making music about quadrants services, and their ostensible infinitude,
of London razed for the 2012 Olym- is how easily they can make entire swaths
pics and composing a concept album of the musical past disappear. Pop music
around neighbors in an apartment is built on the memory of discovery. As
building. Its new album is accompa- our sense of the audible past moves en-
nied by an impressionistic film by Alas- tirely online, and our sense of history
dair McLellan, which features a cast grows more reliant on what platforms
of stunningly attractive young people make available to us, we’re susceptible
travelling through Britain. They skip to forgetting. Saint Etienne’s history
stones as container ships drift by, an isn’t everyone’s, and the places its mem-
image of cool stasis alongside the busy bers fetishize might seem strange to
thrum of global trade. Steam wafts those with little interest in English pro-
from a power plant in the countryside, vincialism. But their work, which in-
while young men have the time of their dexes lives spent listening to long-wave
lives in a roaring river. Images of Stone- radio in the seventies, studying Euro-
henge are juxtaposed with the curves pean pop charts, and having their minds
and valleys of a graffiti-splattered skate blown by hip-hop and club music, en-
park—both spectacles of human dar- courages us to view the possibilities of
ing. At night, twentysomethings rave memory anew. It’s music about loving
in the headlights of an old sedan. They music so much you need to make some-
are young, and wherever they end up thing as homage.
Earlier this summer, when Broad-
THE THEATRE way’s opening-night dates were an-
nounced, it was still possible to imag-
WE WAIT
ine a gratefully carefree autumn. People
would get the shots and shed their
masks, and we’d return to shows and
“Pass Over” is the first play to open on Broadway since the shutdown. return to our lives, out of the woods.
Those first few nights back in Times
BY VINSON CUNNINGHAM Square—for which I have developed
unlikely feelings of nostalgia—would
be the beginning of the end of a war.
Instead, we got a muddle. Nobody
knows when to expect a real reprieve,
or whether to relax in the presence of
a body in the next seat. Each month,
hope threatens to make us look like
suckers. The night I saw “Pass Over,”
the audience gave long, emotional ova-
tions before the show even started; a
voice over the speakers welcomed us
back to Broadway and basked in the
expected applause. I found the clapping
sweet, but also crushingly sad—a pre-
mature and somewhat forced catharsis.
Broadway is back, but we—“we” in
the broad, communal sense on which
all theatre depends—are still puzzling
our way through. Moses and Kitch are
stuck, too, and that is the play’s engine.
They speak in a ritualized, repetitive
dialogue, which, by the evidence of their
careful verbal choreography, we under-
stand they perform each day:
KITCH:
whats good
my nigga
MOSES:
man
you know
INSIDE STORIES
the poker ace in “The Cincinnati Kid”
(1965). Stripped to the waist, William
shows the maxim tattooed across his
“The Card Counter” and “The Nowhere Inn.” shoulder blades: “I trust my life to Prov-
idence, I trust my soul to Grace.” He has
BY ANTHONY LANE boxed himself into solitary confinement,
so what will it take to breach the walls?
n preparation for Paul Schrader’s as much as he reveals. “It was in prison The answer is: three meetings, with
I latest film, “The Card Counter,” I re-
visited one of his finest works, “Light
I learned to count cards,” he declares, and
we’re left wondering what led to his in-
three very different people. The first is
La Linda (Tiffany Haddish), who ad-
Sleeper,” from 1992. It was about a man— carceration. Now a free man, he drives mires William and invites him to join a
reticent, inward, and ascetic—who spoke from city to city, and from one casino to stable of gamblers that she runs. She is
to us in voice-over and wrote down his the next. He plays blackjack, roulette, and the movie’s only source of warmth, and
thoughts in a diary. At one point, we saw poker, preferring low stakes—“I keep to a foil to the hero’s existential chill. “If
him from above, stretched out at full modest goals”—and filling us in on his you don’t play for money, why do you
length on his bed. All these things are methods for each game. With roulette, play at all?” she says to William. “It passes
the time,” he replies. The second person
he comes across is John Gordo (Dafoe),
a gruff old grouch who, we learn, was
once a private contractor; during the
war on terror, in hellholes such as Abu
Ghraib, he drilled American soldiers in
the art of interrogation. William was
one of those soldiers. (In his phrase, he
got to “surf the craziness.”) Having been
photographed in the act of degrading
the inmates, he was jailed. Gordo, by
contrast, went unpunished—a derelic-
tion of natural law that haunts a kid
named Cirk (Tye Sheridan), the third
person of interest, whose father served
and sinned alongside William, and suf-
fered the consequences. Cirk, angry and
restless, has Gordo in his sights.
What’s discomforting about “The
In Paul Schrader’s film, Oscar Isaac is an Iraq vet turned professional gambler. Card Counter” is that Schrader builds
this strong moral backdrop for his char-
true of the new movie, too, and the par- he advises a straight choice of red or black; acters and then allows them to drift
allels don’t end there. The throbbing score don’t mess around with the numbers. about in front of it. William takes Cirk
of “Light Sleeper” was by Michael Been, “You win, you walk away,” he says. “You under his wing, not so much to teach
whose son, Robert Levon Been, is one lose, you walk away.” him professional tricks as simply to have
of the composers on “The Card Counter,” Beyond the tables, William seeks to him around. They engage in mutual in-
and Willem Dafoe appears in both films. purge his life of risk. He stays in motels quisition. “How long is it since you got
To claim that Schrader is stuck in a groove (“Single, one night”), pays in cash, and, laid?” the younger man asks. “How long
would be unjust; it would be fairer to say once inside a room, encases the furni- is it since you’ve seen your mother?” the
that he is no less driven than his her- ture in dust sheets and twine. Either he’s older one replies, clinching the prize for
metic heroes. He has become the na- protecting himself from germs and dirt the weirdest repartee of 2021. The tale
tional laureate of loneliness. or else he’s emulating the labors of is tautly told, and the director’s abiding
Consider the guy at the heart of “The Christo and Jeanne-Claude, the artists themes—unkindly summarized by a
Card Counter.” He calls himself William who used to wrap slightly larger objects, friend of mine as “SupersinfulCalvin-
Tell (Oscar Isaac), though his last name like the Berlin Reichstag. There’s cer- isticguiltandexpiation!”—are present
was formerly Tillich. (Are we seriously tainly a bizarre aesthetic compulsion here, and correct. Yet an air of randomness
meant to recall Paul Tillich, the Protes- and the director of photography, Alex- seems to settle upon the proceedings.
tant theologian and philosopher? Don’t ander Dynan, mutes the lighting until a It’s hard to decide whether William and
bet against it.) In traditional Schrader flowered bedspread emits only a ghost Cirk are goading themselves toward a
fashion, William has a knack for hiding of color. William’s clothes are no brighter; moment of crisis because they abso-
82 THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 20, 2021 ILLUSTRATION BY KAROLIS STRAUTNIEKAS
lutely must, and because their wounded Card Counter,” however, William is be- Such is the conceit that propels this
souls can go in no other direction, or sieged by visions of the torture cham- cool and silly film. (It’s actually one film
because they have to do something to ber where he and Gordo, years ago, plied packed inside another. Call it a docu-
stop themselves from slackening and their trade. These are filmed in bulging fantasy.) Beneath the sheen of her dra-
dwindling into a vacuum. wide-angle, as if they were pressing up matic persona, Clark is nice, approach-
Whatever else this movie may be, against the curve of William’s eyeballs. able, and certifiably non-alien—a major
it’s a portrait of American desolation. Perhaps that is why, as this unhappy setback for her friend Carrie Brown-
I’m not sure that its two main strands— movie reaches its violent dénouement, stein, who is shooting a movie about
the gambling plot, with La Linda, and the camera pulls away, withdrawing gen- her, and yearns for a hook or a hot tip.
the revenge plot, against Gordo—are tly from the cries and groans of pain. “Is there a way to heighten it a little?
successfully tied together, but their com- Enough is enough. You’re nerdy and normal in real life,”
bined effect is, without question, to sink Brownstein says. The second half of “The
the viewer’s heart. As the camera roams very bit as peripatetic as “The Card Nowhere Inn” consists of Clark’s response
the floors of various casinos, and rises
to survey the pastures of green baize,
E Counter,” but a whole lot peppier
in tone, is “The Nowhere Inn,” a new
to that challenge. Announcing that “I
can be St. Vincent all the time,” she blos-
we realize that we can no longer say documentary, of sorts, directed by Bill soms into a diva.
what town we’re in, or whether it’s day Benz. Much of it takes place on the road, As you’d imagine, the entire shebang
or night; nor, in regard to the custom- in hotel rooms and on tour buses, in the is so naggingly self-referential, and so
ers, can we tell the hopeful from the company of Annie Clark—the singer, noisy with in-jokes, that it should, by
hopeless, as they measure out their lives songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, style rights, disappear up its own trombone.
in cards and chips. The world outside queen, slippery customer, and good sport, But there’s a saving grace: this is a funny
is equally beggared of joy; there’s one who performs under the sobriquet, or movie. Clark, who grew up in Dallas,
shot, of Cirk and William talking be- nom de guitare, of St. Vincent. A typical enjoys a twanging Texan sing-along
side a motel pool, on a damp day, with scene finds her strolling into a venue, with her extended family, brushing aside
an endless train clattering by in the dis- ahead of a gig, with her face on the post- Brownstein’s petty complaint that it’s
tance, that could send the U.S. tourist ers outside, and being turned away by not her actual family at all. Qua rock
industry into permanent decline. the security guy. “I don’t know who you star, Clark sprawls in bed with Dakota
If all that sounds like bad news, wait are,” he says to her. Join the club. Johnson (because, you know, isn’t that
for the flashbacks. To an extent, they What would William Tell, the mono- what rock stars are supposed to do?), to
represent a departure for Schrader. Think chrome man, make of Clark? She kicks the utter confusion of Brownstein, who
of his protagonists, like the pleasure mer- off the movie in cat’s-eye sunglasses— can’t get hold of an intimacy coördina-
chant of “American Gigolo” (1980) and shades of Susan Sarandon in “Thelma tor at short notice. Most pointed of all,
the priest in “First Reformed” (2017)— and Louise” (1991), though Clark’s are pricking the bubble of celebrity rever-
or Travis Bickle, in Martin Scorsese’s rimmed in pink. She plays the piano in ence, is the scene in which Clark, in full
“Taxi Driver” (1976), which Schrader a pants suit of acid lime; dunk her in St. Vincent mode, refuses to have her
wrote in ten days, and which he says gin, and you’d have an instant gimlet. photograph taken with a fan, and stalks
“jumped out of my head like an animal.” If her onstage costume of flamboyant off. “That kind of honesty is so refresh-
As a rule, these men set forth from the orange, with tall boots and a furry choker, ing,” the fan says, gazing after her in
here and now, hustled onward by their makes you desperate to see her offstage, bliss. “Finally, a woman speaking her
own momentum. We sense the weight in the wild, your wish is granted. Here truth.” In your dreams.
of the past (Travis’s combat service in she is, caught in flagrante with a Scrab-
Vietnam, for instance), so much so that ble board. “Double double word score,” NEWYORKER.COM
we don’t need to see it in action. In “The she says with pride. Richard Brody blogs about movies.
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