I'm an occasional participant in political events - more "occasional" than "participant" actually - but I still managed to get on mailing lists as a result. I've been getting email asking me to participate in my local "Occupy Whatever" movement.
It seems that everybody has one. It's taken quite a while for the movement to trickle down to where I live but they have finally made it. I take it as confirmation that I really have managed to get fairly far "away from it all" and that's a good thing.
My heart goes out to these folks. I was once one of them. During the VietNam War, I marched beside my favorite university professor and my future wife down the biggest street in the city. There were several thousand of us. My city, in a conservative part of the country, had never seen anything like it before.
There should be no question whatsoever today that we were right. Tourist flights leave for VietNam every day now and we have signed a mutual defense agreement with them. China is the bigger threat to both VietNam and America today. The healing started as soon as we were forced out and in less time than we spent fighting the war, VietNam was less of a threat than many other trouble spots in the world.
People don't remember what it was like during the VietNam War. Over 50,000 Americans died in VietNam; ten times the number who have died in Iraq. They were drafting unwilling citizens and forcing them to fight and die in a war that was much more clearly wrong than Iraq. So, those of us who could see what a waste of lives, of money, and of the Earth, VietNam was, were motivated. The national guard shot and killed students who were protesting the war at Kent State University. Underground movements set off explosives at the Pentagon. Draft offices were raided and destroyed by people outraged at the injustice of a war that never should have been.
More than anything else, what I learned during that time in my life was that it was no use - no use at all. None of it did any good. None of the marching or protesting or letter writing helped at all. I think that we finally left only because too many sons and daughters of Mr. and Mrs. Pighead were coming home in body bags. I've believed that we should bring back the draft ever since. If we, as a country, believe that a war is worth fighting, we should believe it strongly enough to send everyone's son or daughter to fight in it.
That's why I'm not going to join the "Occupy Whatever" movement. It's not that they are wrong. (Although they do seem pretty confused to me. We were much better organized and we had no doubt whatsoever about what we wanted.) It's that they don't have a snowflake's chance in hell of accomplishing a damn thing.



