Myths of War
Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 12:50 am
I am starting this thread to get suggestions for our new Mythbuster board on "Myths of War."
While snooping around I found this powerful article which should give this topic a good start off.
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The Press and the Myths of War
by Chris Hedges
In wartime the press is always part of the problem. This has been true
since the Crimean War, when William Howard Russell wrote his account of the charge of the Light Brigade and invented the profession of the
modern war correspondent. When the nation goes to war, the press goes
to war with it. The blather on CNN or Fox or MSNBC is part of a long and
sad tradition.
The narrative we are fed about war by the state, the entertainment
industry and the press is a myth. And this myth is seductive. It
empowers and ennobles us. It boosts rating and sells
newspapers--William Randolph Hearst owed his fortune to it. It allows us to suspend individual conscience, maybe even consciousness, for the cause. And few of us are immune. Indeed, social critics who normally excoriate the established order, and who also long for acceptance and acclaim, are some of the most susceptible. It is what led a mind as great as Freud's to back, at least at its inception, the folly of World War I. The
contagion of war, of the siren call of the nation, is so strong that
most cannot resist.
War is where I have spent most of my adult life. I began covering the
insurgencies in El Salvador, where I spent five years, then went to
Guatemala and Nicaragua and Colombia, through the first intifada in the
West Bank and Gaza, the civil wars in Sudan and Yemen, the uprisings in
Algeria and the Punjab, the fall of the Romanian dictator Nicolae
Ceausescu, the Gulf War, the Kurdish rebellions in southeastern Turkey
and northern Iraq, the war in Bosnia, and finally Kosovo. I have been
in ambushes on desolate stretches of Central American roads, shot at in
the marshes of southern Iraq, imprisoned in Sudan, beaten by Saudi military police, deported from Libya and Iran, captured and held prisoner for a week by the Iraqi Republican Guard during the Shiite rebellion
following the Gulf War, strafed by MIG-21s in Bosnia, fired upon by Serb snipers and shelled for days in Sarajevo with deafening rounds of heavy
artillery that threw out thousands of deadly bits of iron fragments. I
have painful memories that lie buried and untouched most of the time.
It is never easy when they surface.
War itself is venal, dirty, confusing and perhaps the most potent
narcotic invented by humankind. Modern industrial warfare means that
most of those who are killed never see their attackers. There is
nothing glorious or gallant about it. If we saw what wounds did to bodies, how killing is far more like butchering an animal than the clean and neat
Hollywood deaths on the screen, it would turn our stomachs. If we saw
how war turns young people into intoxicated killers, how it gives
soldiers a license to destroy not only things but other human beings,
and if we saw the perverse thrill such destruction brings, we would be
horrified and frightened. If we understood that combat is often a
constant battle with a consuming fear we have perhaps never known, a
battle that we often lose, we would find the abstract words of
war--glory, honor and patriotism--not only hollow but obscene. If we
saw the deep psychological scars of slaughter, the way it maims and stunts those who participate in war for the rest of their lives, we would keep our children away. Indeed, it would be hard to wage war.
For war, when we confront it truthfully, exposes the darkness within
all of us. This darkness shatters the illusions many of us hold not only
about the human race but about ourselves. Few of us confront our own
capacity for evil, but this is especially true in wartime. And even
those who engage in combat are afterward given cups from the River
Lethe to forget. And with each swallow they imbibe the myth of war. For the myth makes war palatable. It gives war a logic and sanctity it does not possess. It saves us from peering into the darkest recesses of our own hearts. And this is why we like it. It is why we clamor for myth. The
myth is enjoyable, and the press, as is true in every nation that goes
to war, is only too happy to oblige. They dish it up and we ask for
more.
War as myth begins with blind patriotism, which is always thinly veiled
self-glorification. We exalt ourselves, our goodness, our decency, our
humanity, and in that self-exaltation we denigrate the other. The flip
side of nationalism is racism--look at the jokes we tell about the
French. It feels great. War as myth allows us to suspend judgment and
personal morality for the contagion of the crowd. War means we do not
face death alone. We face it as a group. And death is easier to bear
because of this. We jettison all the moral precepts we have about the
murder of innocent civilians, including children, and dismiss
atrocities of war as the regrettable cost of battle. As I write this article,
hundreds of thousands of innocent people, including children and the
elderly, are trapped inside the city of Basra in southern Iraq--a city
I know well--without clean drinking water. Many will die. But we seem,
because we imbibe the myth of war, unconcerned with the suffering of
others.
Yet, at the same time, we hold up our own victims. These crowds of
silent dead--our soldiers who made "the supreme sacrifice" and our
innocents who were killed in the crimes against humanity that took
place on 9/11--are trotted out to sanctify the cause and our employment of indiscriminate violence. To question the cause is to defile the dead.
Our dead count. Their dead do not. We endow our victims, like our
cause, with righteousness. And this righteousness gives us the moral
justification to commit murder. It is an old story.
In wartime we feel a comradeship that, for many of us, makes us feel
that for the first time we belong to the nation and the group. We are
fooled into thinking that in wartime social inequalities have been
obliterated. We are fooled into feeling that, because of the threat, we
care about others and others care about us in new and powerful waves of
emotion. We are giddy. We mistake this for friendship. It is not.
Comradeship, the kind that comes to us in wartime, is about the
suppression of self-awareness, self-possession. All is laid at the feet
of the god of war. And the cost of this comradeship, certainly for
soldiers, is self-sacrifice, self-annihilation. In wartime we become
necrophiliacs.
The coverage of war by the press has one consistent and pernicious
theme--the worship of our weapons and our military might. Retired
officers, breathless reporters, somber news anchors, can barely hold
back their excitement, which is perverse and--frankly, to those who do
not delight in watching us obliterate other human beings--disgusting.
We are folding in on ourselves, losing touch with the outside world,
shredding our own humanity and turning war into entertainment and a way to empower ourselves as a nation and individuals. And none of us are untainted. It is the dirty thrill people used to get from watching a
public execution. We are hangmen. And the excitement we feel is in
direct proportion to the rage and anger we generate around the globe.
We will pay for every bomb we drop on Iraq.
"The first casualty when war comes," Senator Hiram Johnson said in
1917, "is truth."
The reasons for war are hidden from public view. We do not speak about
the extension of American empire but democracy and ridding the world of
terrorists--read "evil"--along with weapons of mass destruction. We do
not speak of the huge corporate interests that stand to gain even as
poor young boys from Alabama, who joined the Army because this was the only way to get health insurance and a steady job, bleed to death along the Euphrates. We do not speak of the lies that have been told to us in the past by this Administration--for example, the lie that Iraq was on the way to building a nuclear bomb. We have been rendered deaf and
dumb. And when we awake, it will be too late, certainly too late to save the dead, theirs and ours.
The embedding of several hundred journalists in military units does not
diminish the lie. These journalists do not have access to their own
transportation. They depend on the military for everything, from food
to a place to sleep. They look to the soldiers around them for protection.
When they feel the fear of hostile fire, they identify and seek to
protect those who protect them. They become part of the team. It is a
natural reaction. I have felt it.
But in that experience, these journalists become participants in the
war effort. They want to do their bit. And their bit is the dissemination
of myth, the myth used to justify war and boost the morale of the soldiers and civilians. The lie in wartime is almost always the lie of omission. The blunders by our generals--whom the mythmakers always portray as heroes--along with the rank corruption and perversion, are masked from public view. The intoxication of killing, the mutilation of enemy dead, the murder of civilians and the fact that war is not about what they claim is ignored. But in wartime don't look to the press, or most of it, for truth. The press has another purpose.
Perhaps this is not conscious. I doubt the journalists filing the
hollow reports from Iraq, in which there are images but rarely any content, are aware of how they are being manipulated. They, like everyone else, believe. But when they look back they will find that war is always about betrayal. It is about betrayal of the young by the old, of soldiers by politicians and of idealists by the cynical men who wield power, the ones who rarely pay the cost of war. We pay that cost. And we will pay it again.
***
LINK
He has another excellent article here:
War: Realities and Myths
Here are some rough ideas I am playing with so far:
1) Mostly soldiers die in war
2) War has been an effective way to resolve conflicts
3) War is good for the economy (probably in the very short term)
4) The US doesn't spend enough on the military
While snooping around I found this powerful article which should give this topic a good start off.
***
The Press and the Myths of War
by Chris Hedges
In wartime the press is always part of the problem. This has been true
since the Crimean War, when William Howard Russell wrote his account of the charge of the Light Brigade and invented the profession of the
modern war correspondent. When the nation goes to war, the press goes
to war with it. The blather on CNN or Fox or MSNBC is part of a long and
sad tradition.
The narrative we are fed about war by the state, the entertainment
industry and the press is a myth. And this myth is seductive. It
empowers and ennobles us. It boosts rating and sells
newspapers--William Randolph Hearst owed his fortune to it. It allows us to suspend individual conscience, maybe even consciousness, for the cause. And few of us are immune. Indeed, social critics who normally excoriate the established order, and who also long for acceptance and acclaim, are some of the most susceptible. It is what led a mind as great as Freud's to back, at least at its inception, the folly of World War I. The
contagion of war, of the siren call of the nation, is so strong that
most cannot resist.
War is where I have spent most of my adult life. I began covering the
insurgencies in El Salvador, where I spent five years, then went to
Guatemala and Nicaragua and Colombia, through the first intifada in the
West Bank and Gaza, the civil wars in Sudan and Yemen, the uprisings in
Algeria and the Punjab, the fall of the Romanian dictator Nicolae
Ceausescu, the Gulf War, the Kurdish rebellions in southeastern Turkey
and northern Iraq, the war in Bosnia, and finally Kosovo. I have been
in ambushes on desolate stretches of Central American roads, shot at in
the marshes of southern Iraq, imprisoned in Sudan, beaten by Saudi military police, deported from Libya and Iran, captured and held prisoner for a week by the Iraqi Republican Guard during the Shiite rebellion
following the Gulf War, strafed by MIG-21s in Bosnia, fired upon by Serb snipers and shelled for days in Sarajevo with deafening rounds of heavy
artillery that threw out thousands of deadly bits of iron fragments. I
have painful memories that lie buried and untouched most of the time.
It is never easy when they surface.
War itself is venal, dirty, confusing and perhaps the most potent
narcotic invented by humankind. Modern industrial warfare means that
most of those who are killed never see their attackers. There is
nothing glorious or gallant about it. If we saw what wounds did to bodies, how killing is far more like butchering an animal than the clean and neat
Hollywood deaths on the screen, it would turn our stomachs. If we saw
how war turns young people into intoxicated killers, how it gives
soldiers a license to destroy not only things but other human beings,
and if we saw the perverse thrill such destruction brings, we would be
horrified and frightened. If we understood that combat is often a
constant battle with a consuming fear we have perhaps never known, a
battle that we often lose, we would find the abstract words of
war--glory, honor and patriotism--not only hollow but obscene. If we
saw the deep psychological scars of slaughter, the way it maims and stunts those who participate in war for the rest of their lives, we would keep our children away. Indeed, it would be hard to wage war.
For war, when we confront it truthfully, exposes the darkness within
all of us. This darkness shatters the illusions many of us hold not only
about the human race but about ourselves. Few of us confront our own
capacity for evil, but this is especially true in wartime. And even
those who engage in combat are afterward given cups from the River
Lethe to forget. And with each swallow they imbibe the myth of war. For the myth makes war palatable. It gives war a logic and sanctity it does not possess. It saves us from peering into the darkest recesses of our own hearts. And this is why we like it. It is why we clamor for myth. The
myth is enjoyable, and the press, as is true in every nation that goes
to war, is only too happy to oblige. They dish it up and we ask for
more.
War as myth begins with blind patriotism, which is always thinly veiled
self-glorification. We exalt ourselves, our goodness, our decency, our
humanity, and in that self-exaltation we denigrate the other. The flip
side of nationalism is racism--look at the jokes we tell about the
French. It feels great. War as myth allows us to suspend judgment and
personal morality for the contagion of the crowd. War means we do not
face death alone. We face it as a group. And death is easier to bear
because of this. We jettison all the moral precepts we have about the
murder of innocent civilians, including children, and dismiss
atrocities of war as the regrettable cost of battle. As I write this article,
hundreds of thousands of innocent people, including children and the
elderly, are trapped inside the city of Basra in southern Iraq--a city
I know well--without clean drinking water. Many will die. But we seem,
because we imbibe the myth of war, unconcerned with the suffering of
others.
Yet, at the same time, we hold up our own victims. These crowds of
silent dead--our soldiers who made "the supreme sacrifice" and our
innocents who were killed in the crimes against humanity that took
place on 9/11--are trotted out to sanctify the cause and our employment of indiscriminate violence. To question the cause is to defile the dead.
Our dead count. Their dead do not. We endow our victims, like our
cause, with righteousness. And this righteousness gives us the moral
justification to commit murder. It is an old story.
In wartime we feel a comradeship that, for many of us, makes us feel
that for the first time we belong to the nation and the group. We are
fooled into thinking that in wartime social inequalities have been
obliterated. We are fooled into feeling that, because of the threat, we
care about others and others care about us in new and powerful waves of
emotion. We are giddy. We mistake this for friendship. It is not.
Comradeship, the kind that comes to us in wartime, is about the
suppression of self-awareness, self-possession. All is laid at the feet
of the god of war. And the cost of this comradeship, certainly for
soldiers, is self-sacrifice, self-annihilation. In wartime we become
necrophiliacs.
The coverage of war by the press has one consistent and pernicious
theme--the worship of our weapons and our military might. Retired
officers, breathless reporters, somber news anchors, can barely hold
back their excitement, which is perverse and--frankly, to those who do
not delight in watching us obliterate other human beings--disgusting.
We are folding in on ourselves, losing touch with the outside world,
shredding our own humanity and turning war into entertainment and a way to empower ourselves as a nation and individuals. And none of us are untainted. It is the dirty thrill people used to get from watching a
public execution. We are hangmen. And the excitement we feel is in
direct proportion to the rage and anger we generate around the globe.
We will pay for every bomb we drop on Iraq.
"The first casualty when war comes," Senator Hiram Johnson said in
1917, "is truth."
The reasons for war are hidden from public view. We do not speak about
the extension of American empire but democracy and ridding the world of
terrorists--read "evil"--along with weapons of mass destruction. We do
not speak of the huge corporate interests that stand to gain even as
poor young boys from Alabama, who joined the Army because this was the only way to get health insurance and a steady job, bleed to death along the Euphrates. We do not speak of the lies that have been told to us in the past by this Administration--for example, the lie that Iraq was on the way to building a nuclear bomb. We have been rendered deaf and
dumb. And when we awake, it will be too late, certainly too late to save the dead, theirs and ours.
The embedding of several hundred journalists in military units does not
diminish the lie. These journalists do not have access to their own
transportation. They depend on the military for everything, from food
to a place to sleep. They look to the soldiers around them for protection.
When they feel the fear of hostile fire, they identify and seek to
protect those who protect them. They become part of the team. It is a
natural reaction. I have felt it.
But in that experience, these journalists become participants in the
war effort. They want to do their bit. And their bit is the dissemination
of myth, the myth used to justify war and boost the morale of the soldiers and civilians. The lie in wartime is almost always the lie of omission. The blunders by our generals--whom the mythmakers always portray as heroes--along with the rank corruption and perversion, are masked from public view. The intoxication of killing, the mutilation of enemy dead, the murder of civilians and the fact that war is not about what they claim is ignored. But in wartime don't look to the press, or most of it, for truth. The press has another purpose.
Perhaps this is not conscious. I doubt the journalists filing the
hollow reports from Iraq, in which there are images but rarely any content, are aware of how they are being manipulated. They, like everyone else, believe. But when they look back they will find that war is always about betrayal. It is about betrayal of the young by the old, of soldiers by politicians and of idealists by the cynical men who wield power, the ones who rarely pay the cost of war. We pay that cost. And we will pay it again.
***
LINK
He has another excellent article here:
War: Realities and Myths
Here are some rough ideas I am playing with so far:
1) Mostly soldiers die in war
2) War has been an effective way to resolve conflicts
3) War is good for the economy (probably in the very short term)
4) The US doesn't spend enough on the military