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John Kiriakou's account of how Washington changed across the forty-four years he has lived in it — from a city where members of opposing parties shared houses, churches and Friday-night poker games to one he calls hideous, angry and backstabbing, in which the polarisation is itself the reason nothing gets done and political violence keeps being waved past.
Washington political culture, in John Kiriakou’s telling, is a subject he claims standing on by duration rather than office: “I’ve been in Washington for 44 years.”[1]
His verdict on the present is unqualified. “It has become a hideous, angry, ugly, backstabbing city.”[1]
The comparison he draws is social rather than legislative. When he arrived, the working day ended and the party affiliation ended with it: members of opposing parties on Capitol Hill put their differences aside, shared group houses, went to church together and played poker together on Friday nights.[2]“Those days are gone,” he says, replaced by “active hatred and disgust of one another” — and the consequence he draws is causal rather than aesthetic: nothing gets done, and the country becomes more and more polarised.[2]
He offers this as the explanation for a pattern he was asked about directly — that attempts on public figures keep being absorbed and moved past rather than examined. Asked whether the country should stop and ask how and why it keeps happening, his answer was that the polarisation is the key.[1]
Sourced from John Kiriakou's on-record public statements. See his profile for the full body of his interviews, podcast appearances, and short-form video.
