My buddy over at Newsrack Blog has an interesting post on regrets from folks who initially supported the Iraq invasion (including himself). I give them all a lot of credit. It’s not easy to admit a mistake.

But what mistake is it? Doing it, or not doing it right? Some of us continue to occupy a minuscule spit of land in the American political landscape: we opposed the impending Iraq invasion even if it might turn out to be successful (or should I say, especially if it were successful). Even if the US army had found evidence of a nuclear weapons program (which we doubted existed—why didn’t more “experts” call Saddam’s bluff?); even if the population had embraced the invaders as liberators and immediately formed a House of Representatives and a Senate (with two [virtually indistinguishable] parties and two parties only) and a Department of Health and Human Services and a Baghdad Chamber of Commerce and a Fox News Network etc.; even if the US ended up with military bases in a new, friendlier Iraq in order to project its democracy-building power in the rest of the region; even if a lot of supposedly good things came out of it—we would have been against the invasion. Especially if all those things came to pass. This sort of success in Iraq, a reward for invasion, would have harmed the United States—would have corroded its soul and besmirched its former ideals—more than its current failure.

This is not to say the failure in Iraq makes us happy. This is not to say we’re certain we were right to think what we thought then (and still think now). Maybe the imperial theorists have it right. Maybe we’re naive. But we certainly are sad about what we (the larger American e pluribus unum we) have done and what we have become, and disappointed that we (back to the little we) couldn’t prevent it. Maybe, amid the destruction and self-destruction, we’ve “done some good” in Iraq, as unrepentant war supporters insist; but what a way to do it. What a way to do good.