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Ramsey Clark is one Tough Dude

December 5th 2005

Ramsey Clark is one Tough Dude

Ramsey Clark

Ramsey Clark is one tough dude—ain’t no flies on him. When the going gets tough, when justice hangs in the balance, when the schoolmarm is about to lose her house to the crooked banker, when somebody says something nasty about Ho Chi Minh or Pol Pot, Ramsey hitches up his pants, checks to see if his Blackstones are loaded, tucks his autographed picture of William S. Kunstler into his portmanteau, saddles up Old Paint and gallops off to Kafkaland to rescue the oppressed, the persecuted, and the maligned.

There is no distance Ramsey will not travel; no inconvenience he will not suffer; no sacrifice he will not make to aid the victims of the capitalist boogerman. He has brought balm to Ho Chi Minh, encouragement to Fidel Castro, hope to Solbodan Milosevich.  Mumia Abu Jamal smiles when he thinks of Ramsey Clark; Stanley “Tookie’ Williams chuckles; Susan Sarandon gets weak in the knees—some say it is the result of too much belly dancing; and Jane Fonda has flashbacks, harkening back to the glory years before Ted Turner when everything was simple and the cold seat of an ack-ack gun felt so comforting against the soft, hot flesh of her buttocks.

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Yes, Ramsey Clark is one tough dude. So when he heard that Saddam Hussein’s defense lawyers were being gunned down in the streets of Baghdad, the 78-year-old former United States Attorney General packed his carpetbag and caught the noon stage to Iraq. It was pro bono. He conferred with his client, Saddam Hussein, and was impressed. Saddam was in “very good spirits,” said Ramsey. “His mind was as clear and as sharp as ever.”

Oh? As clear as when he ordered the gassing of thousands of Kurds? As sharp as when he ordered the Iraqi Army to invade Kuwait? As clear as when he ordered some poor wretch tossed into a tree shredder?

Ridiculous say his defenders. Saddam has committed no such acts. He is as innocent as a mirage glinting off the desert sands. The trial is a farce and a sham. He is being persecuted. Isn’t it obvious? The entire world saw how Rooster Cogburn forced Saddam—handcuffed like a common criminal—to clamber awkwardly up four flights of stairs just to reach the courtroom. It was outrageous! Ned Pepper wasn’t treated that way. All Ned had to do was walk across a dusty courtyard—20 to 30 steps at the most; Al Capone used an elevator. And the entire world got a look as the Presiding Judge—Rizgar Mohammed Amin. The name alone is scary. Amin might seem like a mild-mannered William O. Douglas on the outside, but inside, he’s Judge Roy Bean.

And what about all those dead lawyers gunned down in the streets as if they were on their way to the O.K. Corral? How can Saddam get a fair trial if his loyal mouthpieces are living in mortal fear of their lives? Who would dare testify in Saddam’s behalf? It would take an extraordinarily brave man to say he saw Saddam in Bangladesh while the Kurds were being gassed. Certainly, if Saddam had known what mischief his underlings had been up to while he was fixing the plumbing in his Royal Palaces he would have put a stop to it. He may not be a saint, but he’s not the ogre portrayed by the Shia, the Kurds,and the Bush administration. “The complete demonization of Saddam Hussein,” said Clark, “threatens to determine every decision and action affecting not only his future but that of Iraq as well.”

No, Ramsey, it was the poison gas, the weapons of mass destruction and the tree shredders that determined his future. He was lucky he didn’t suffer the same fate as Benito Mussolini.

Ramsey blistered the Bush administration with some of the rhetoric he made famous in Hanoi in the ‘70s though he sounded more like Roland Friesler opiating in front of the People’s Court than like Solomon. “Any court that considers criminal charges against Saddam Hussein must have the power and the mandate to consider charges against leaders and military personnel of the U.S., Britain and the other nations that participated in the aggression against Iraq, if equal justice under the law is to have meaning.” (Chapter Four, Verse Three—Pontificate of Ramsey Clark)


That was the kind of thinking that worried Rooster Cogburn and Wyatt Earp—it was why Judges like Roy Bean suggested they lose the ‘varmints’ on the way to the courthouse. One could argue that Russia’s kulaks should have tried Joe Stalin for crimes against humanity, but the picture of Hermann Goering and Joachim von Ribbentrop sitting in judgment of Roosevelt and Churchill boggles the mind and that is what he is asking.

Ramsey Clark could have been a great lawyer—he could have been a first-rate ambulance chaser like John Edwards; he could have made a name for himself, suing doctors, drug companies, car manufacturers, fast-food joints, Lucy’s lemonade stand, but, no, he became a mob lawyer. He’s defended Lyndon Larouche, the murderers of Leon Klinghofer, Yasser Arafat, the PLO, Nazi war criminal Karl Linnas, Sheik Omar Abdel Rahman, and Rwandan mass murderer Elizaphan Ntakirutimana among others. He has hobnobbed with Castro, Gadhafi, the Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini, Slobodan Milosevichj Radovan Karadzic and Ho Chi Mihn. He’s a chip off the old block—a page out of the old gangland Blackstone. His father, U.S. Attorney General Thomas Clark (1945-49), pardoned, paroled, and early-released more gangsters and thugs than Eliot Ness locked up in his entire TV career including reruns and syndication, So it’s no surprise to see Ramsey stalking the streets of Baghdad like Clarence Darrow searching for the Missing Link. (You’re defending him, Ramsey!)

This is one tough dude. He would have defended the Frankenstein Monster against Mary Shelley, King Kong against Fay Wray (Ah, not Fay!) and Calvin against Hobbes. Ramsey hates America and he hates capitalism. He’s not going to change. But when he finally reaches the Pearly Gates it’s not going to be Marx and Lenin who will check his credentials—it’s going to be Rooster Cogburn and Judge Roy Bean.


By Denis Schulz
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