Bu-lat-lat (boo-lat-lat) verb: to search, probe, investigate, inquire; to unearth facts Volume 2, Number 22 July 7 - 13, 2002 Quezon City, Philippines |
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Reader No. 18 The author is a Vietnam veteran who in 1987 had his legs cut off at Concord, California, while protesting a Naval train carrying weapons headed for Central America. He is also the last segment on my video "What I've Learned About U.S. Foreign Policy: The War Against The Third World." By
S. BRIAN WILLSON I
was probably seven years old before it really sunk in that everybody in my town
was not celebrating my birthday on July 4. It was an exciting day with parades,
picnics, fireworks and, in my case, special birthday parties and gifts. I lived
much of my young life with the extra boost of having been born on the day that
our earliest political framers signed the Declaration of Independence, an
historical act of defiance against monarchial colonial rule from distant
England. I remember proudly carrying the U.S. American flag in one of the July
4th parades in my small, agricultural town in upstate New York. And for years I
felt goosebumps looking at Old Glory waving in the breeze during the playing of
the national anthem or as it passed by in a parade. How lucky I was to have been
born in the greatest country in the history of the world, and blessed by God to
boot. Such a blessing, such a deal! It
wasn't until many years later, while reading an issue of the armed forces
newspaper Stars and Stripes in Vietnam, that I began thinking and feeling
differently about the flag and what it represents. There was a story about an
arrest for flag burning somewhere in the United States. I had recently
experienced the horror of seeing numerous bodies of young women and children
that were burned alive in a small Delta village devastated by napalm. I imagined
that since the pilots had "successfully" hit their targets, they were
feeling good and probably had received glowing reports that would bode well in
their military record for promotions. I wondered why it was okay to burn
innocent human beings 10,000 miles from my home town, but not okay to burn a
piece of cloth that was symbolic of the country that had horribly napalmed those
villagers. Something was terribly wrong with the Cold War rhetoric of fighting
communism that made me question what our nation stood for. There
was a grand lie, an American myth, that was being fraudulently preserved under
the cloak of our flag.
It
took me years to process this clear cognitive dissonance between the rhetoric of
my cultural teachings and the reality of my own personal experiences. I had to
accept that, either there was serious distortion in how I was interpreting my
personal realities, or the cultural rhetoric was terribly distorted. Hmm. A
dilemma! If I accepted the former, I could relax and feel good about being an
"American." If I accepted the latter, I would experience a serious
identity crisis, perhaps a nervous breakdown. But no matter how hard I tried, I
could not ignore what my own conscience was continually telling me. I
began a serious reflection that included careful study of U.S. and world
history. When I was a teenager living near Seneca Indian reservations in western
New York State I occasionally heard Seneca acquaintances utter "jokes"
about how the "White man speaks with forked tongue." We thought it
funny at the time. But then I discovered how my country really was founded.
There were hundreds of nations comprised of millions of human beings--yes, human
beings--living throughout the land before our European ancestors arrived here in
the 1600s. The U.S. government signed over 400 treaties with various Indigenous
nations and violated every one of them. And over time these original peoples
were systematically eliminated in what amounted to the first genuine American
holocaust. When
I reread the Declaration of Independence I noted words I hadn't been aware of
before: "He [the King of Great Britain] has excited domestic insurrections
amongst us, and has endeavored to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the
merciless Indian savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished
destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions." Honest history reveals that
the very land upon which our founding fathers began this new experiment in
freedom had been taken by violence and deceit, ironically using the same
diabolical methods the framers accused of those already living here. It became
obvious after extensive reading that my European ancestors did not believe that
Indigenous Americans were human beings worthy of respect, but despicable,
non-human creatures, worthy only of extermination. The pre-Columbus population
of Indigenous in the Western Hemisphere is estimated to have been at least 100
million (8-12 million north of the Rio Grande). By 1900 this population had been
reduced to about 5 percent of its former size. An
Indigenous friend of mine, a Seneca man who had served the U.S. military in
World War II, Korea, and Vietnam, and then after retiring, discovered his
ancestral roots as a native American, once remarked to me: "I call the
American flag 'Old Gory,' the red representing the blood, and the white, the
bones, of my murdered ancestors." When
adding to our first holocaust the damage done to African cultures through
forcefully seizing human beings to be slaves in order to build our early
agricultural and industrial base, and the carnage from nearly 300 U.S. overt
military and thousands of covert interventions in the Twentieth Century to
acquire access to markets and resources on our selfish terms, we see there are
actually three holocausts that have enabled the "glorious American
civilization" to be what it is today. It
is now estimated that Africa lost 50 million of its population to the slave
trade, at least two-thirds of whom were killed resisting capture or died during
the horrors of transit; an estimated 20 to 30 million people in the Third World
have been killed as a result of U.S. interventions. Note that when other peoples
all over the globe have attempted to emulate the spirit of our Declaration of
Independence (a proclamation of self-determination), such as Vietnam explicitly
did in 1945, our government not only has turned a deaf ear, but has done
everything in its power short of dropping Atomic bombs to destroy their efforts
to obtain independence. This is the foundation upon which we have built
"America." Quite the karma! The
founding of our Republic was conducted in secrecy by an upper class who insisted
on a strong national government that could assure a successful but forceful
clearing of western lands, enabling the safe settlement and economic development
of previously inhabited Indigenous territory. Our Founding Fathers did not
represent the common people. Some historians believe that if the Constitution
itself had been subjected to a genuine vote of all the people it would have been
resoundly defeated. Subsequently, what evolved is a political system run by
plutocrats who perpetuate an economic system that protects the interests of
those who finance their campaigns (a form of bribery). The U.S. government is a
democracy in name only. Never have we had a government that seriously addresses
the plight of the people, whether it be workers, minorities, women, the poor,
etc. Whatever has been achieved in terms of rights and benefits for these
constituencies, i.e., the people, has been struggled for against substantial
repression, and the constant threat the gains will be subsequently lost. Intense
pressures are applied by the selfish oligarchy which seeks ever increased
profits, rarely, if ever, considering the expense to the health of the majority
of people, their local cultures, and the ecology. What
the West calls capitalism is nothing like what Adam Smith had in mind with his
views of decentralized networks of small entrepreneurs working in harmony with
the needs and forces of others in their own communities. What we have is a
savage system of centrally institutionalized greed that is unable to generalize
an equitable way of life for the majority of people here in the U.S., or in the
rest of the world. It requires incredible exploitation of human and other
natural resources all over the globe with the forcible protection of military
and paramilitary forces financed or sanctioned by governments. It thrives on its
own sinister version of welfare where the public financially guarantees--through
tax loopholes, subsidies, contracts, and outright bailouts--the profitable
success of the major corporations and financial institutions, especially, but
not exclusively, in the military-industrial complex. Additionally, our monopoly
capitalism defines efficiency by totally ignoring the true costs of its
production and distribution. It conveniently forgets the huge ecological and
human exhaustion costs (both being our true wealth). If these costs were
included, the system would be finished in a second. The reality, upon honest
examination, is that the economic system we call capitalism, now neoliberal,
global capitalism, is cruelly based on a very fraudulent set of assumptions that
justify massive exploitation. The reality, upon honest examination, is that our
political system was founded, and has been maintained to this very day by
substantive plutocracy, not democracy. So
when I see the flag and think of the Declaration of Independence, instead of the
United States of America, I see the United Corporations of America; I see the
blood and bones of people all over the globe who have been dehumanized, then
exterminated by its imperialism; and I see a symbol that represents a monstrous
lie maintained by excessive, deadly force. It makes me feel sick, and ashamed.
And I know that my opinions being expressed here will not be popular, even among
some of my closest friends. But I cannot ignore the reality as I now understand
it. I believe we are living one of the most incredible lies in history, covered
over by one of the most successful campaigns of public rhetoric, ignoring
empirical reality. It is truly amazing! I hope that one day we will end our
willful ignorance and be able to see our transgressions, and beg, on our knees,
for forgiveness, and then wail as we begin to feel the incredible pain and
anguish we have caused the world as well as our own bodies, minds, souls, and
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