Friday, March 21, 2008

Good Morning Starshine


Operation Homecoming is a compilation of stories written by U.S. soldiers of their experiences in Iraq as well as stories written by parents, lovers, spouses and friends (Carroll, 2006). The stories are touching, profound, challenging, complex and painful to read. However, by omitting mention of Iraqi experiences, and focusing the reader's attention only on the heart-wrenching, emotion-inducing experiences of U.S. soldiers without providing the larger context and negative impact of their presence in Iraq on Iraqi people, the book heroizes these individuals and absolves them of any personal responsibility for being part of the U.S. military engagement in Iraq and the devastating consequences of that presence.


Although as a collective whole the stories seem to question the legitimacy of the war itself, and expose the complexity and messiness of the war revealing a lot of mixed feelings about the U.S. presence in Iraq, for the most part, the individuals in the stories are represented and also represent themselves as pawns or victims of a larger game; the U.S. presence in Iraq is represented as though it is up to a decision made in Washington, rather than being a consequence of the choices made by a collective mass of individuals including the ones whose stories are included in the book who are active agents in the process. As a result of perpetrating this way of thinking, readers also are encouraged to believe that as individuals, the most they can do is to "support the troops" rather than believing that through an act of collective effort, they too can stop the war. Whether this omission of important content is conscious or not, the fact that the book can be funded and endorsed by the National Endowment of the Arts, and acclaimed by a large audience of readers, suggests there has come to be a culturally accepted form of forgetting here in the United States with respect to the war in Iraq and in generally about the wars the U.S. is involved in. I am thinking mainly of the Vietnam War and what it took to end it, and the ways in which both the Iraq and Vietnam Wars have similar characteristics that are worth examining so we can explore how to end the current war in Iraq.

I remember going to the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington D.C. many years ago. It was a war my mother lived through, a war my uncles suffered through, my aunt died and my grandfather died in. However, I only saw American names on that Wall, and still to this day wonder whether Americans really are aware that over five million Vietnamese died? Perhaps even more tragic is the lack of awareness that Lao and Cambodian people also died and yet are omitted from American memory because they are not often included in representations of the Vietnam War. Last October I attended an exhibit and theatrical performance entitled Legacies of War at the Cambridge Center for Multicultural Arts. The exhibit and performance were aimed to raise awareness about the genocide that took place in Laos: apparently the United States Air Force dropped the equivalent of a planeload of bombs every eight minutes for nine years on the people of Laos – approximately 2,000,000 tons (Public Interest Projects, October 2007). This was some of the heaviest aerial bombing in world history. An estimated 500,000 people died from 1965 to 1973 and yet, I wonder whether the general U.S. population is aware of this at all (Public Interest Projects, October 2007). Its eerie to think that there might be some correlation between the widespread representation of the deaths of 6 million Jews in the Holocaust in a war that the U.S. won and was proud of winning, and the omittance of much representation of the 5 million Vietnamese, 500,000 Lao and 200,000 Cambodians from a war the U.S. lost (Wikipedia, February 2008). Even looking online for an "official" website for the number of Lao civilian casualties was disturbing: the CIA website does not even document it. I am starting to see similar process of forgetting happening with regards to the U.S. war in Iraq and it is appalling. In both these cases –Operation Homecoming and Vietnam War memorial, the amnesia has come to be normalized, the heroicizing of certain people and complete forgetting of others who were similarly killed and wounded is haunting, tragic and in my opinion is perhaps the worst consequence of war.

After the Vietnam War ended, many Hollywood films were created such as Apocolypse Now, Deer Hunter and Platoon. I remember when my mother was in A Bright Shining Lie she took three weeks off work and got very excited and took loads of photos of the cast. But basically, her role in the story was to get shot and die, while Bill Paxton, a White American male, played the star. It disturbs me that many Vietnam War films glamorize war, portray the Americans as heroes while the Vietnamese are dehumanized, victimized or exoticized. The impact of these representations is evident today in Hanoi where, for example, you can go for a drink at a bar called Apocolypse Now, listen to music from the 60's and 70's, sit at a table made of bomb shells, and get served by Vietnamese women who are wearing as little as they do in the Hollywood films (but not like they would anywhere else in other aspects of their everyday lives), and admire the part of a small U.S. army plane that adds to the whole re-enacted Vietnam War era atmosphere. This disturbing phenomena of touristic nostalgizing and glamorizing of war is summed up quite well in Lucy Lippard's article "Tragic Tourism" (1999). Lippard's main point is that we cannot trust representations of tragic events in history – whether they be film, books, artwork, or news media – to do our remembering for us; we have to use more critical thinking, read between the lines, be conscious of what we are not being told, how we are being told and who is doing the telling and what their agenda might be. It worries me when films like Black Hawk Down are being created about the war in Iraq which, similarly to many Vietnam War films, feed more American patriotism, absolving the armed forces of any responsibility for the descruction of a country, cultures and peoples, and heroicizing Americans as protectors of the innocent.

Besides war films, news media representations of the war in Iraq are similarly disturbing. Particularly noteworthy is the CNN news story about Youssif that was turned into a televised documentary (CNN, December 2007). Youssif was a young Iraqi boy who was badly burned by US troops – so badly that his face was permanently scarred. His story was broadcasted on CNN and became quite a sensation because 12,000 viewers contributed donations and one American plastic surgeon offered to try to repair the damages to his face for free. With the donations from CNN viewers, Youssif and his family were offered a free trip to the United States, free accommodation, free stipend and hospital services until his face healed. Although the over all on-going documentary up until now highlights the act of generosity on the part of everyday Americans, the whole story leaves out the larger context and reality: that it is because of the American occupation of Iraq that Youssif's face was badly burned in the first place. Americans should not be heroized like this, rather, it is a gesture that obviously needs to be offered to every Iraqi child injured in that war and not just one.

Jehane Noujaim, in her documentary film entitled Control Room (2004), provides a more multi-layered, complex representation of the war in Iraq which exposes how the act of representing is political and motivated by the agenda of the one doing the representing. By including the conflicting opinions of Al Jazeera (a global news media service) reporters, the U.S. military, U.S. journalists, and international journalists, as well as the Iraqi victims of the war she shows different points of view about the same event and the variety of processes taking place behind-the-scenes that determine which voice gets heard and which one is silenced. Particularly noteworthy was her coverage of the staging of the U.S. occupation of Baghdad. The film showed how the characters, props, and activities that took place that day were all not naturally there at the time, but were purposely brought there by the U.S. military for the media in an effort to convince the public that the American overthrow of the capital was welcomed by locals when, in fact, the reporters at Al Jazeera claimed the opposite was the case. The film's inclusion of multiple perspectives was invaluable for the viewer to be exposed to multiple truths and provided insight into the processes involved in constructing each sides' representation of the same events.

The editors of Rethinking Schools capture the point I am trying to make quite well in their article "Sept. 11 and Our Classrooms" when they encourage teachers to instill "globalizing empathy" by getting away from using terms like "'us', 'we' and 'our' to promote a narrow nationalism" (Winter 2001: 3). They continue to urge teachers to "enlist students in questioning the language and symbols that help frame how we understand global events" and to encourage students to be conscious of how "language is marshalled for political ends" and to give students the opportunity and permission to "think differently from the Official Story", and recognize different stars . . .a point of view I hoped to capture in this piece of writing as a student, educator, activist and artist. . .

Excerpt from Good Morning Starshine Travelogue by Diem Dangers


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Saturday, March 8, 2008

A Lost Soul

"Early in the war
the Army surveyed 3, 671 returning Iraq veterans
and found that 17% of the soldiers
were already suffering from
depression, anxiety and symptoms of PTSD."
(Tyre, 2004)

My art piece depicts a soldier torn between the two lives he has; fighting for his country and being a part of his family. I also posted two written word pieces from my paper to amplify the life of a soldier going through feelings of loneliness after coming home and the passion to want to return to war because the soldier can't adjust to home life.





Solitude of Loneliness

I sit here all alone.
No one can hear what I hear.
No one can see what I see.
If only they knew.
But I can't tell them.
They wouldn't understand.
They pass me in the hallway and pretend to know me.
Everyone goes about their bussiness like I'm not even around.
So I wander the streets, trying to remember nothing.
So I drink myself to sleep, trying to forget the sounds.
It will pass. It has to pass. Or I will pass.
-Phi Nguyen
Soldier
Where do we start to mend
A broken mind is hard to tend
To live amongst the people we love
But feel something is amidst from above
My mind is telling me to go back
My heart feels something I lack
The passion to want to give
The anxiety to want to live
It is not the quantity but quality of life
To make sure my children not face strife
If I can share with the world my story
It would only be of glory
And generations would know why
These men and women lived and died.
-Phi Nguyen

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Thursday, February 28, 2008

The Long Road Home

Throughout this process, I have considered the many vantage points from which you could analyze the topic of war and its effects on our society.  Some people think strictly in terms of rationale for being there, others reflect on the sheer numbers of casualties, and still others consider the amount of time lost by those who are serving in the effort.  I chose to examine this issue from a place of hope -- the hope that resides in the family and friends of deployed individuals, the hope that those during deployment have that they will return home, and the hope that the life at home will meet the expectations of all involved. 

Excerpts:
Once the deployed parent has returned home, adjustments in the routines of daily life occur again.  "You kind of sit back and just observe and watch, and start feeling your way back into your family.  You don't jump in and start playing Daddy and putting down rules and everything else." (Caroff, 2007, p. 86)  During this transition, children might require extra support to manage expectations.  While this adjustment can be difficult for all involved, it is an expected issue after any long absence.

However, there are other emotional obstacles that these veterans will encounter daily, many of which are attributed to their sustained exposure to highly unstable and stressful situations.  "To the soldier, American culture may seem foreign." (Colloff, 2004, p.93) Many describe reaching for weapons that for months became a part of their body but are no longer there, while others describe studying the mannerisms of those around them scrutinizing them for suspicious activity.  While their dependence on these routines - vital to their safety during combat - seem justifiable, the petty concerns and complaints of those they encounter in their daily life do not.  When asked what bothered him most now that he was home, Staff Sgt. Matthew E. Jordan said, "Less tolerant of stupid people, doing stupid things." (Myers, 2003, p. 1) I can understand that the daily complaints of civilians seem relatively insignificant compared to what veterans have been through.  The perspective I have gained with this assignment has caused a shift in my personal value system.





























Wednesday, February 27, 2008

I will show you fear in a handful of dust--

Poems by Esme Sammons
Positive Spin

His sense of humor and positive outlook make him a favorite on the amputee ward.”—VFW Magazine, “Wounded Vets Rebound

The clock is broken and marks eternal 3 o’clock.
Her hand rests on his arm, pale against the tan;
Her face an oval cut from paper.
He sleeps for now.

If she speaks, her lips will surely shatter—
Like cheap pottery—
And anyway,
What will she say?

His chest moves with tidal breath,
Rising and falling like coastal waves.
Under the blanket,
Ridges of his legs stretch uneven—
Diminished.

Later she will weep as she folds the laundry
And finds his single sock.



Above is only Blue

Strangely quiet after impact
Above is only blue.
Percussive roar now muffled
comes from an unimportant distance
--disconnected--
More felt than heard,
Swaddled as if in cotton, it thumps
counter rhythm to the internal beat,
but fades in numbing fingertips.
Crimson seepage spreads a shroud,
consumed by thirsty sand.
Above is only blue.




For in that Sleep--

If I shut my eyes theirs will open in the dark,
silver
Against the blood red screen of my lids I watch them open—
They can see—
They can smell me here.
I don’t know I don’t know
idon’tknowidon’tknow
Their voices; clogged with roots and clotted earth they—
whisper
Telling of their (that unknown world from which no traveler returns) dreams—
Beckoning, questioning:
Why why why why why
Peace will come at such a price if only I—
I am full of the hum of voices,
Here in the dark—
Mustn’t mustn’t musn’t
If I open my eyes I—




Human elemental

When broken into its most essential parts, the human body is made of

65% Oxygen
18% Carbon
10% Hydrogen
3% Nitrogen
1.5% Calcium
1% Phosphorous
0.35% Potassium
0.25% Sulfur
0.15% Sodium
0.15% Chlorine
0.05% Magnesium
0.0004% Iron
0.00004% Iodine

And trace amounts of flourine, silicon, manganese—
zinc, copper, aluminum, and arsenic.
Monetarily speaking, the sum of these parts is worth less than a dollar.
But we are so much more! (so much more)

Each element could be isolated, then stored in glass jars—
Such tiny jars!—
And displayed on the mantel.
Meaningless.
As meaningless as that small lump of bronze
(elemental tin and copper)
Called the Medal of Honor
Given in reward (supplication apology payment) for valor in action.
But Sn+Cu loses all value—
When the recipient is a small woman dressed in black,
Cradling a carefully folded flag.



Stream— September 11, 2001

Towers fall in on you on themselves
On the world
Crash
Burn and churn and break and
Kill and smoke and clouds and
Death and bits and—

Nuclear wrongness
Molecular weirdness
Broken broken smoke and soot and
Bits and pieces—
Hell begets hell begets

A baked land that, with parched mouth,
Calls— overflowing with maybes and where tos and how will I?
Mama please I’m hungry DaddyohDaddy
I’m so thirsty Mama—
Watching children die face down in the dust in pain
Bloated bellies, flies—
Ohdon’tleaveyourbabies
Nodon’teverleaveyourbabies


See the beatings the horror the war the rape
Get on a train for tomorrow
A hope a prayer for no more tears
And no more blood no more hungry
Mouths and pleading eyes
Overflowing with words and prayers and oh god have mercy on me
Cramped crowded squeezing hoping
Ohgodohgodohgodoh
Fragments of brain and bits of dreams and technology and the
Bright bright bright bright future—

this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends
this is the way the world ends”


Not with a whimper but with screams and screams
And screams.

--Esme J. Sammons 2008

Monday, February 25, 2008

THIS IS NOT A GAME






There aren’t three strikes in this game.
No instant replays or do over’s.
There’s no “we’ll get them next time” or “at least you tried your best”.
No room for error or death is what you get.
I sit in my room
Listen to music while lying on my soft bed.
My biggest worry- what to make for dinner.
Clear blue skies, cars driving by. Peace.
Thousands of miles away a solider sits on his hard bunk,
Listening to the gun shots and explosions in the distance.
His biggest worry: will he make it back alive this time?
Will his daughter grow up with her daddy by her side?
Worlds away, but still so real,
TVs on, but easily shut off when images of war are shown.
No off button there.
Horror everyday; pink clouds when bombs blow
Body parts are scattered.
The smell of death lingers.
“The experience didn’t rattle him. Worse, it changed him.
He realized that this is not a game.”

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Women Veterans with PTSD


Woman warrior, with hands so small,
Don’t let them see you cry.
Stand up firm, and proud, and tall,
While you watch your brothers die.
And if bombs explode, and blood is gushed,
Keep your head up high.
You’ll never be one of the guys,
If you let them see you cry.
And if they push you down, and tear your clothes,
Remember it’s all right.
Gotta be a tough girl now,
So don’t let them see you cry.
-Woman Warrior by Deb Eskie

Excerpts:


As a woman, a feminist, and an advocate against the war in Iraq, I am particularly interested in the stories of female soldiers fighting alongside men as a minority group within the military. Women warriors have existed since pre-biblical times, but have struggled for equal opportunity within our modern U.S military. Though, they have served as supporting roles in every American war, it wasn’t until the Gulf War of 1991 that as many as 40,000 women went to war, four times the number of female soldiers in Vietnam. After the Gulf War, President Clinton signed the military bill ending combat exclusion for women on warships (Holmstedt, 2008). According to Kristen Holmstedt (2008) “about 90 percent of the career fields in the armed forces are now available to the best qualified and available person, regardless of gender” (para. 7). In 2007 more than 160,000 female soldiers were deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan (Corbett, 2007).

In her book Love My Rifle More Than You: Young and Female in the U.S Army, Kayla Williams describes her experience as an American soldier, and how she was used to sexually insult and humiliate an Iraqi detainee, while her male counterparts flicked cigarette butts at him (Burke, 2006). Twenty-one year old Tina Priest, a soldier serving in Iraq, shot herself in 2006 after filing a rape charge against a fellow soldier. The army failed to verify her claims. Other vets diagnosed with PTSD reveal that after coming home from Iraq to their children, they could not function as capable mothers (Corbett,

Why do you think more women experience PTSD from war than men do?
Eleanor: It’s the inherent nature of women. They’re sensitive and nurturing, and are affected on a deeper level. If women see injured children and women crying for their husbands in Iraq, it’s that much more traumatic. The military should open up and expose their problems and not act above reality. That way, people would benefit from their pain.
Daniel: I think it's a combination of a lot of things. First of all, women have a more difficult time just existing within the military. There's a lot of potential for trauma day to day, whereas men don't really have to deal with that. That is probably the main reason, but there may be others. Society basically conditions men from a young age to be jaded toward violence, for example, and at the same time our society tries to shelter women from everything.

War is ugly. It is violent, messy, and sickening. I don’t expect any aspect of it to be pleasant or humane. My theory is that the men who perpetrate disgraceful acts against their female counterparts most likely have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder as well, as I refuse to believe that anyone is immune to the dire affects of war. Perhaps women truly are better at identifying their emotions, while men suffer in silence.