The downsizing
of a President
By
Manohar Malgonkar
WILL he, wont he? That
uncertainty must have given Indias leaders
sleepless nights for months: Will Bill Clinton come to
India this winter as planned?
That question has now lost
all relevance. Now the big question is: Will Bill Clinton
still be Americas President this winter? And more
pertinently, even if he somehow manages to hang on in
office, will his coming or not coming have much
significance for India at all?
Because a man who has been
made to stand with bowed head, sweating and fidgeting and
looking miserable, and to say before a Grand Jury things
such as "I have sinned. I have lied. I am
sorry," how can he retain any dignity?
The whole world saw him at
his confessional, a proud man being humiliated; a giant
reduced to the size of a dwarf. If, after all this, he
still goes about as though nothing has happened, striking
poses, shaking a fist at other national leaders who have
done something wrong and telling them in a thundering
voice: You there. Stop it and dont do it again!
If he does that, he risks
being a laughing stock.
Americans surely, form the
advance guard indeed the storm - troopers - of a
civilised liberalism. They have adjusted themselves to
the realities of the permissive society; evolved a set of
values free from cant or hypocrisy.
So they champion human
rights, animal rights, gay rights, gay marriages even.
Knowing they cannot banish drugs altogether, they have
been practising a form of damage-control. They make sure
that their burnt-out drug addicts have a free supply of
sterilised needles for their twice-a-day shots. Their
schools solemnly make budgetary provisions for a free
supply of condoms to their students on a
one-per-schoolday basis. Knowing they cannot prevent
sexual encounters between male and female college
students, they have introduced dormitories in which both
sexes intermingle.
This commendable spirit of
tolerance, this readiness to come to terms with the facts
of life, give place to a puritanism of Islamic sternness
when it comes to the one man whom they have chosen as the
leader of their nation. The President. He must lead an
altogether blameless life. Particularly in the matter of
sex, he must show himself to be the ideal husband, an avtaar
of Rama.
Rama is the hero of the Ramayana.
He is a good man who sought to live the good life in a
world which, then as now, had its full quota of bad men
and women. So good and evil have to battle it out.
Ultimately good prevails. But at a terrible cost.
But Ramas story has
a moral, too: His eka-patnitva. No extramarital
sex. Throughout his life, Rama remained true to his wife,
Sita, as she did to him.
And in this Rama is
altogether exceptional even among the celestial beings
that throng the Hindu religion. None of the other
thousand or so gods and goddesses lay claim to this
virtue. If anything, most of the others are just as prone
to lustful thoughts and promiscuity as us are earthlings.
So, if, even among gods
who personify the glorification of the best qualities of
men and women, there is only one who can lay claim to eka-patnitva,
where, in the free-for-all sexual climate of todays
advanced countries, are you going to find another Rama?
That role, the American public seems to have palmed off
on the man they made their President.
This is a recent
development.In the past, American Presidents were not
required to behave differently from other red-blooded
American males. Even in living memory there have been at
least two who were known to have strayed from eka-patnitva.
Franklin Roosevelt, it will be remembered, had to be
taken about in a wheelchair. Nonetheless, he had a
live-in mistress who had the free run of his official
weekend residence. It was she who was with him, fussing
over the way he should be posed as he sat for an official
portrait, when Roosevelt got his heart attack and went
rigid. His aides and security men had to hustle the
mistress out of sight before making an announcement that
the President had died, or letting in the first lady,
Eleanor, into the room.
And as to President John
Kennedy, his sexual prowess verged on the legendary even
though he too, because of his injured back, was required
to be careful about not subjecting it to much strain. His
philanderings were the principal topic of conversation of
Washingtons social gatherings, and the envy of the
macho world.
But in those days, the
American publicity organs exercised a civilised
self-restraint. It was an attitude rather like that of
the British towards the sexual misconduct of their
royals, or, even more aptly, of the French and Spanish
people towards their national leaders. Their private
lives were, well private. Not to be subjected to the
glare of publicity.
There are close parallels
between Bill Clinton and King Juan Carlos of Spain: Both
are handsome, charismatic men with a talent for
image-building. Both have performed remarkably well as
heads of state. And both have had extra-marital flings.
For Clintons sexual
frolics, the America people seem all set to tar and
feather him. Whether they impeach him or not, by the time
they have done with him, whatever dignity had come
Clintons way by virtue of his office will have been
divested. The Spanish, for their part dont seem to
be unduly bothered about the affairs of their king.
Only once did they seem to
be outraged. In 1992, they discovered that their King had
made it out that he had put his signature to a document
which would bring a law into force at a time when he was
not even in the country but had "disappeared".
A week or so later, he was found to have been holed up in
Switzerland. According to the Editor of Catalonias El
Mundo, he had a woman with him a woman who was
not Queen Sofia.
But since that time King
has not done anything to strain his subjects
capacity for tolerance. Which means that his
philanderings are more discreet. It is common knowledge
that he has had a long-standing affair with a lady in
Majorca, and several shorter relationships with other
women.
And who can imagine what
the dynamics of American investigative processes would
have made of a situation with which the French lived for
years and years in perfect harmony: the Double Life of
their President, Francois Mitterand.
Mitterand ran two
households. His legal wife, Danielle, was the mistress of
the Presidents official residence, Elysee Palace.
The other "wife" Anne was installed at the
Presidents official country residence. Mitterand
divided his time evenly between both families. The whole
of France seemed to know of their Presidents double
life, and no one seemed to be particularly shocked when
Mazarine, Annes daughter, announced at school:
"My father is the President of Republic."
Both wives, dressed in
mourning black, attended Mitterands funeral. No one
was scandalised.
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