I grew up
in hopeful times.
In the 60s
and 70s, wars were mostly proxy wars, fought by other countries in lands far
away for unjust reasons. Or civil wars based on tribalism, racism and religion.
Canadians
were peacekeepers and proud of it.
My parents
and grandparents grew up in different times. Canada was new and more closely
tied to Europe. Hitler was a very real enemy, a danger to the way of life of
millions on the planet. The Aryan Nation, the scapegoating of minorities, the extermination
of the Jews and the planned military takeover of the world threatened everything
my father and his generation believed in, and he and millions of others were
eager to play their part in offering the ultimate sacrifice for their
nation. I was proud of my dad and my
grandfather who fought in World War I. I was proud of the military medals for
bravery that they themselves were ashamed of. I was proud that they had risked
their lives for the world I grew up in.
When I
started teaching, my friend Liz and I both taught thematic units in junior high
about war. Beyond “In Flanders Fields”, we taught Mona Gould’s “This was
my brother at Dieppe” and “Dulce
et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen. I
showed Helen Caldicott speaking about the nuclear threat in the NFB film “ If You Love This Planet”.
I went to teaching sessions on disarmament. My library contained Dalton Trumbo’s 1938 anti-war
novel Johnny Got His Gun. We talked about the horrors of war and the
bravery of our ancestors and how we recognized sacrifices they made.
They say
the best way to understand something is to teach about it. But in all the time
I have spent teaching about war, I don’t.
I don’t
understand it.
I respect
the sacrifices of my ancestors. But war is horrific. In today’s world, is war ever necessary? Is it
necessary to make the ultimate sacrifice “for your country”? Millions upon millions dying and for what? Nothing
made my dad angrier than seeing a coffin draped in a flag. I know he agreed
with Howard Zinn when he said “There is no flag large enough to cover
the shame of killing innocent people.”
Why war in
modern times? Because one nation fears that another nation will control the
ideology of another on the other side of the globe? Because one nation wants
access to the resources of another?
How can it
possibly be sweet and fitting to lay down your life for your fatherland?
But in the
wake of the vitriol after the last provincial election, in the aftermath of
Trump’s hate-filled campaign, in the misogyny revealed by the PCs, in the
threats to the environment that will sustain my children and grandchildren, I’m
beginning to see. I’m beginning to see
just what it is about my way of life I would lay my life down for. Equal rights and global economic stability
and respect for the grasses and rivers and air and land that sustain us and belief
in diversity and social justice and compassion for the oppressed. How much do
those things matter? Which of those would I offer up my life for?
I’m
beginning to see what that means.
And it
terrifies me.
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