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'We
are on a runaway train and the overwhelming feeling is that the
conductor doesn't care. World opinion, the sincere warnings of
military and intelligence experts, our allies - nothing can
penetrate the dense fog of allegedly faith-based resolve of a
junta about to drive us off a cliff.'
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'If we allow
our government to launch this war in our names, we can expect no
different than other countries who have started wars: sanctions,
boycotts, embargos, frozen assets.'
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Fair
warning
Unilateral
unprovoked American aggression against Iraq would signal the beginning of the
end of the US as a world power, Daniel
Patrick Welch argues
As college Freshmen, my roommates
liked to climb up to the roof of our dorm to throw water balloons at the band,
who assembled just outside loudly, early and provocatively every Saturday
morning during football season. One weekend the powers-that-be had had enough,
and an adviser crept in to scrawl a semi-conspiratorial note and posted it on
the door leading up to the roof: FROSH NOT ALLOWED ON ROOF – ESPECIALLY NOT TO THROW THINGS OFF.
He signed it "Fair Warning." We got the hint, and when the campus
police materialized in our room at dawn we were dutifully sleeping off the
previous night's indulgence.
I think of that note often when I talk with my countrymen –
or rather, don't talk to them. The
pastime sweeping the country right now is not to talk about the war, as if it
will somehow magically go away. Surprised by a friend's nominal pro-war stance,
I tried to explain what a terrible mistake it was. She would have none of it:
"You're not going to get me in this trap –
I will not discuss this with
you." Ah, so this is what Robert Byrd was talking about when he mentioned
the "Awesome Silence" in the Senate. He must be feeling the same
frustration as millions of us as we try to give Fair Warning to our fellow
citizens. I was talking with a friend whose son is likely to ship out soon about
this anxiety, which I shared –
a real gutwrenching fear that keeps so
many of us awake at night –
and I thought of a line a more
quickwitted writer than I had penned recently: "Who's flying this
plane?" It is that same sense of powerlessness, of not getting through,
that pervades our sense of impending doom-and yes, anger. At –
ourselves? Bush and his gang of
thieves? The press? Our dumbed down and plumped up diet of fast food and reality
TV?
We are on a runaway train (trains, planes, or automobiles –
the metaphor hardly matters) and the
overwhelming feeling is that the conductor doesn't care. World opinion, the
sincere warnings of military and intelligence experts, our allies –
nothing can penetrate the dense fog of
allegedly faith-based resolve of a junta about to drive us off a cliff. And when
the war comes, when perhaps hundreds of thousands of innocent Iraqis are dead,
along with up to 10,000 of our own, boys and girls most of whom just wanted a
shot at an education –
what then?
We have failed to learn powerful lessons of history, lessons which Americans
take enormous pride in having helped teach. Many in the antiwar movement, whom I
applaud, are rightly pointing out that parallels between Nazi Germany and Iraq
are inaccurate, and that the abuse of this misapplied historical parallel is
hardly justification to strike. After agreeing, I point out that the parallel is
also backwards, if not in scope or kind, then in the simple mechanics of
international law. Robert Jackson, the Chief Justice at the Nuremberg War Crimes
Tribunal, wanted to make sure above all else that the Nazis know that what they
did wrong "was not that they lost the war, but that they started it."
This act –
unprovoked aggression against a fellow
sovereign nation-state –
was the first and most reviled of all
war crimes, precisely because the chaos of war makes all others possible.
If we allow our government to launch this war in our names, we can expect no
different than other countries who have started wars: sanctions, boycotts,
embargos, frozen assets. Of course, it should go without saying that this will
be the result of others' judgment, not our own. There is not a single war in
history where the aggressor does not claim to have been provoked. Nobody cares
what kind of forged documents we can cook up, or how many Americans the
government can dupe. All the childish, macho, swaggering crap, all the
"Freedom Fries" and "Liberty Toast" in the world won't wash
the bad taste it leaves it the mouths of World Opinion. Mark my words: this war
signals the beginning of the end of the U.S. as a world power. Over the next few
decades, our standard of living will slide as the world community recoils. Why
should it be otherwise? As Paul Simon sang of a different war a generation ago,
"You can't expect to be bright and bon-vivant so far away from home/so far
away from home."
In the intervening generation, however, nothing of the sort happened. So why am
I peddling doom today? The simple answer is They Don't Need Us Anymore. After
the world recoiled from the horror that was Vietnam (and recoil they did), we
were still in the grip of the Cold War. People needed –
or at least we could convince them
they did –
things we had that they didn't: the
balance of terror in an age of Mutually Assured Destruction. Everything was
colored by the rhetoric of an age of which we are well rid –
one which the current Bush and his
self-crowned regents would have us revive.
The difference is that the insane nuclear standoff is a dangerous relic in
changing times. Terrorism (assuming we are not talking about the massive state
terror inflicted by governments on their own and others' populations in the name
of 'democracy,' the 'war on drugs,' 'war on terror,' etc.) is a far different
problem. States in Europe and elsewhere have been battling terror on their own
for decades, and they rightly feel we have nothing new to teach them, especially
if it consists of using a 10-pound sledge to drive a 10-penny nail.
Economically, the U.S. is just another player on the field already, before the
coming explosion as the Chinese and Indian economies develop to their potential.
To put it in simple terms Bush and his CEO friends can grasp, pissing off your
customer base is bad for business.
Alas,
is there really nothing left to us but to listen to the braying of Angry Old Men
who cut off our every attempt to follow a different path and now have the
audacity to suggest we have nowhere else to go? The fearmongers and warmongers
delight in shooting down our hopes and dreams about what is possible. How dare
they? What have they wrought, with all the blood they have spilled, all the
brainpower misapplied to their killing technology, all their trillions
misappropriated for "defense" while millions starve and die of easily
cured diseases. Perhaps Ronald Reagan, King of Simpletons, was right after all
about there being simple answers. Just as the monsters learned to make energy
out of giggles instead of screams in Monsters Inc-we must learn to spend our
almost limitless energy on changing our lifestyle instead of propping it up on
the bones of the world's children.
Are those who have mortgaged our grandchildren's future for the sake of their
wars and profit really going to tell us we don't have the money? I know quoting
a Hollywood cartoon may be simplistic, and deliberately so. But what obstacles
can they summon to block our pursuit of a different future, obstacles they
themselves have simply wished into the cornfield for the sake of their own mad
pursuits? Who dares stand up with a straight face, having squandered our past in
the pursuit of cheap oil, and say that changing course is more than a matter of
will?
To be fair, the Bush Junta didn't cause all of this –
though their ilk played a starring
role in the bad movie whose final reel is now playing out. But they are making a
colossal mistake, an incredible wrong turn at one of the most crucial forks in
history. As we choose to follow or not to follow them over the precipice, we
must do so with our eyes open. As we head into the home stretch, fighting and
hoping against hope to stop this nightmare, we must be blunt about what is at
stake. I feel like the psychiatrist who told Carmella Soprano to leave her
husband, knowing full well she was too wedded to The Life to take sound advice.
"Well," he said finally, bluntly, "at least you can't say no one
ever told you."
Note:
This article was first published by JUST Response on March 15 2003. Daniel Patrick Welch lives and writes in Salem, Massachusetts with his
wife Julia Nambalirwa-Lugudde.
Together they run The
Greenhouse School.
Welch's columns have also been
aired on radio. Others interested in airing the audio version (electronic
recording available) please contact the author. Welch speaks several languages
and is available for recordings in French, German, Russian and Spanish pending a
reliable translation, or, alternatively, telephone interviews in the target
language. He has also sung and recited at antiwar events and is available (free)
for a limited number of engagements as scheduling permits.
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