How tragic, though, this actuality is when the unwary
victims aren't the smaller unborn sharks but are
people who face ethical
turpitude. How especially this is so when
involving noncombatant
civilians, as well as other life forms largely viewed as
being benign. As such, one wonders about the perverse, although
possibly functionally beneficial, foundations that impel acts of violence for
the sheer pleasure of it or the twisted thrill
that could arise
from having domination over life and death of
others. (Do members of any
other species besides ours kill for the pure joy
of it?)
Further, the same sort of warped thinking that could
apply to the act of bombing cities
from jets in the clouds or
seeding farm fields and
waterways with mines, while there is awareness
about whom will be impacted in the process, assuredly could apply in
some manner to certain climate change victims. In other words, they are all
simply seen as collateral damage and are of little consideration, if any
whatsoever at all, by many of the worst offenders.
So despite being outrageous, Barack Obama's continual
refusal to sign the international cluster bomb
treaty is understandable
even as the U.S. military has a stockpile of nearly one billion
cluster bomblets that kill and maim citizens of other countries.
Concurrently, the U.S. stockpiles 10.4 million
antipersonnel mines and 7.5
million anti-vehicle mines while he, likewise, snubs ratifying the
anti-landmine treaty.
In addition, the Pentagon has allocated hundreds of millions
of
dollars to complete research and development on ever new, more lethal
designs for mines, which sets an
alarming precedence to
legitimize global
resumption of
landmine proliferation. After all, who knows when they might come in handy
during a preemptive invasion.
At the same time, it is tragic that the United
Nation's worldwide anti-mine programs face a
budget shortfall of $565m in
2010. As such, there
is little hope of clearing away the
estimated 119 million to 20 million mines buried across
the world or
providing a timely education about them to
populations at risk to be
slaughtered or mangled on their account.
So, even as the "United
Nations and Afghan officials have
launched an awareness campaign that plans to educate over six million children
about the dangers of landmines, which kill and injure over 60 people (more than
half being children) in [Afghanistan] alone each
month", there is little
hope that such programs can be as constructive as
originally planned.
Simultaneously, "Afghanistan has one of
the highest landmine-casualty figures in
the world, and most of these mines were actually placed in the country by the
United States military." [1]
"These
eventually explosive weapons were designed to not
detonate upon ground impact, and can lie undetected for years. Landmines are a
particularly dangerous and indiscriminate weapon, as any person (in most cases,
a civilian) is liable step on one, even if peace has since been declared in the
region." Therefore, we can anticipate
that the current rate of damage and
death will continue despite that "...
over 70,000 Afghans have been killed by
landmines in the past two decades, and now mine-clearing agencies say that
children and returning refugees are particularly vulnerable to the threat."
[2]
At the same time that various countries are adding to
their destructive arsenals
of weaponry in anticipation of future wars,
their industrial institutions continue to make plans for further profits in
additional ways that will, doubtlessly, cause other types of
devastation, for example by raising the global
carbon load. Assuredly, the
actions shared by US
car-maker General Motors and Shanghai Automotive
Industry Corp (SAIC), its Chinese partner, to manufacture 225,000 vehicles a
year for India's growing market will do so.
Indeed, this venture is already
planned in spite of the fact that portions of that
country will be hardest
hit by climate change effects during this century, which
will bring dreadful
consequences for a large percentage of the
Indian population.
Furthermore, the second largest source of greenhouse
gases
is thought to be transportation.
For that reason alone, the
creation of markets for cheap cars becomes a major
issue relative to
ecological concerns aside from the fact
that any sizeable increase in personal vehicles on the road will
cause post-peak oil to arrive all the more quickly if it hasn't already.
Yet, these grave matters are,
obviously, not
factored into considerations since profits, whether by the military-industrial
establishment or other conglomerates, trump all other sorts. Similarly
not assessed in the
overall picture is the fact
that "Quakes, volcanic eruptions, giant
landslides and tsunamis may become
more frequent as global warming changes the earth's crust." [3] At the same
time, climate change effects will definitely cause a rise in
ocean levels so as to submerge many low lying
coastal regions and islands
across the world where millions of people currently reside
and eke out
a living.
However, the public
cannot expect government leaders
or their corporate counterparts to factor in human or ecological
welfare when they make plans to produce and sell
further
armaments or vehicles
in addition to undertaking other disastrous
plans. After all, it would mean their giving up immediate
earnings for long
term benefits and that outcome seems just too hard to
accept.
So instead, we are all simply to be individual cogs in a
giant economic wheel mindlessly turning around as
part of a
money-spinning machine that is heading us all
towards our combined doom.
Are we, after all is said and done, nothing more than the image that Mordechai
Vanunu fashions in "I
Am Your Spy"?
"I
Am Your
Spy
"I am
the clerk, the
technician, the mechanic, the driver.
They said, Do this, do that, don't
look left or right,
don't read the text. Don't look at the whole machine.
You
are only responsible for this one bolt. For this one rubber-stamp.
This is your only concern. Don't bother with what is above you.
Don't
try to think for us. Go on, drive. Keep going. On, on.
"So
they thought, the big
ones, the smart ones, the futurologists.
There is nothing to fear. Not to
worry.
Everything's ticking just fine.
Our little clerk is a diligent
worker. He's a simple mechanic.
He's a little man.
Little men's ears
don't hear, their eyes don't see.
We have heads, they don't.
"Answer
them, said he to
himself, said the little man,
the man with a head of his own. Who is in
charge? Who knows
where this train is going?
Where is their head? I too
have a head.
Why do I see the whole engine,
Why do I see the precipice--
is there a driver on this train?
"The
clerk driver
technician mechanic looked up.
He stepped back and saw -- what a monster.
Can't believe it. Rubbed his eyes and -- yes,
it's there all right. I'm
all right. I do see
the monster. I'm part of the system.
I signed this
form. Only now I am reading the rest of it.
"This
bolt is part of a
bomb. This bolt is me. How
did I fail to see, and how do the others go on
fitting bolts. Who else knows?
Who has seen? Who has heard? -- The
emperor really is naked.
I see him. Why me? It's not for me. It's too big.
"Rise
and cry out. Rise and
tell the people. You can.
I, the bolt, the technician, mechanic? -- Yes,
you.
You are the secret agent of the people. You are the eyes of the nation.
Agent-spy, tell us what you've seen. Tell us what the insiders, the clever
ones, have hidden from us.
Without you, there is only the precipice. Only
catastrophe.
"I
have no choice. I'm a
little man, a citizen, one of the people,
but I'll do what I have to. I've
heard the voice of my conscience
and there's nowhere to hide.
The world
is small, small for Big Brother.
I'm on your mission. I'm doing my duty.
Take it from me.
"Come
and see for
yourselves. Lighten my burden. Stop the train.
Get off the train. The next
stop -- nuclear disaster. The next book,
the next machine. No. There is no
such thing.
"-1987,
Ashkelon
Prison"
[4]
Perhaps we, overall, are
nothing more than Vanunu's bolts
since, despite the soundness of his plea, many
people mechanically conform
to whatever policies confront them.
They automatically and
passively go along with the
programs
that are customarily
in place even when it is obviously
harmful to do so.
As such, there seems a sort of disconnection that they
represent -- a kind of dialectical dualism or
cognitive dissociation
wherein they can sometimes perform small acts of daily kindness, but can't
quite
tie their broader actions to their bigger effects. How could this not be the
case?
In relation, one might wonder about
how anyone in his
right mind could design,
manufacture or dispense bombs, nuclear
or not, and mines
that could wreck havoc upon others
--
perhaps children running across a field or farmers
sowing seeds in it. Is
he so disconnected from the meanings of his actions that they are immaterial?
Does he simply not care about foreign children or farmers when they
are strangers in far away lands? What kind of madness, actually, is at
heart of such an unprincipled act?
So even if the populations that face weapons of mass
destruction are innocent or many of the climate
change victims have
very small carbon footprints, it makes no
difference to the biggest,
most aggressive manufacturers and polluters. They
simply go about their
daily affairs unaware or largely dismissive of the
ruinous havoc that they
render in their wakes. Thus, we collectively lunge
headlong toward our
globally shared plights.
More to the point, what does it take to develop, on a
large
scale, the sort of firm resistance to the status quo that Mordechai
Vanunu describes? It clearly has to be created as too much is in peril
across the world for it not to be effected even if
positive outcomes are
highly unlikely.
Besides, why not try in
spite of the risk for
failure? After all,
“the only kinds of fights worth fighting are those
you are going to lose, because somebody has to fight them and lose and lose and
lose until someday, somebody who believes as you do wins. In order for somebody
to win an important, major fight 100 years hence, a lot of other people have
got
to be willing - for the sheer fun and joy of it - to go right ahead and fight,
knowing you’re going to lose. You mustn’t feel like a martyr. You’ve got to
enjoy it.” -I . F. Stone
Emily Spence
is an author living in
Massachusetts. She has spent many years involved in human rights, environmental
and social services efforts.