Michael Chertoff possesses the impressive résumé and aggressive bearing of a big-time official, but as Secretary of Homeland Security, he behaves more like a small-time hack. His feeble judgment in matters of policy, personnel and politics—first demonstrated in the wake of Hurricane Katrina last year—has proved that he was never qualified to protect the United States from terrorism and natural disaster.
Last week, he suddenly reminded the nation of his manifest incompetence, after his department released a bizarrely skewed list of security grants to cities and counties. Municipalities that confront the most significant threats will lose many millions in funding, while those least likely to face attack will receive additional millions.
Even more outrageous than the funding decisions were the explanations offered by Mr. Chertoff and his staff, who had promised to award money on the basis of actual need instead of political clout. To justify cutting New York City’s grant by nearly half, the department claimed that city officials had failed to fill out the grant application properly. They also asserted that the nation’s greatest city has no significant landmarks, and that the superb counterterrorism division of the New York City Police Department is somehow substandard.
While the firing of Mr. Chertoff certainly is overdue, as the tabloid headlines suggest, his dismissal will not solve the department’s problems. The priorities at D.H.S. have been badly distorted from the beginning, with partisan patronage and lobbyist influence taking precedence over efficiency and effectiveness. The controversial grants issued to municipalities are dwarfed by contracts awarded to private corporations, which amount to around $10 billion annually.
To observe the unsavory workings of that process is to wonder whether New York, Washington and other big cities lost funding simply because they failed to hire the most connected lobbyists. The big defense, electronics and communications firms gathered at the D.H.S. trough, along with their friends from K Street and the members of Congress whose campaigns they finance, never suffer the same difficulties as the struggling cities.
Whether the tens of billions awarded by D.H.S. have been well spent, however, is in grave doubt. Shipping ports, nuclear facilities and chemical plants remain poorly protected. First responders in many cities still don’t have the communications and protective equipment they need. Public-health agencies are too weak and neglected to cope with the threat of an avian-flu pandemic.
The wiring of D.H.S. for lobbyists—and the dominant influence of political appointees—became inevitable when President Bush appointed former Pennsylvania Governor Tom Ridge, amiable and malleable, to direct the White House Office of Homeland Security. He staffed the office with political aides and ex-lobbyists whose résumés were long on politics and short on security. When D.H.S. was established in 2003, the revolving door spun incessantly between its offices and Blank Rome—a lobbying firm that enjoyed an intimate relationship with Mr. Ridge and his associates.
Blank Rome’s chairman was a Bush Ranger, of course, while two other partners were Bush Pioneers. One of those partners took a year off from the firm to help set up the mammoth new department. As a result, Blank Rome has led the K Street pack in D.H.S. clients and billing.
This greasy political culture seems depressingly familiar, except that the stakes at D.H.S. are so much higher than at other federal agencies where private boodling outweighs the public interest. Both firms that employed the convicted crook Jack Abramoff have represented major D.H.S. contractors, as have all of the largest lobbying outfits in the capital. There are fees aplenty—and hundreds of millions of dollars to squander on wasteful programs and boondoggles.
Unfortunately, little has changed for the better since Mr. Chertoff took over. He brought along his own group of associates and cronies, notoriously including Julie Myers, the wife of his chief of staff, whose lack of relevant administrative experience didn’t deter him from appointing her to direct immigration and customs enforcement. (She also happens to be the niece of Gen. Richard B. Myers, the former Joint Chiefs chairman.) Tracy Henke, the official who oversaw those weird municipal grants, is a political appointee who seems to be in far over her head.
The last time that the public demanded accountability at D.H.S., following the deadly fiasco on the Gulf Coast, Mr. Chertoff escaped by sacrificing FEMA chief Michael (Brownie) Brown. This time, he may have to go—but nobody should expect serious reform under this regime.