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September
7, 2009
Killing
America's Kids
No Big
Deal. Hey, They Breed Fast in
Tennessee
by Fred Reed
The web is covered in stink today because of a
reporter for the Associated Press, Julie Jacobson,
who photographed the death of a Marine whose legs
had just been blown off. The kid was Joshua
Bernard, a Lance Corporal of 21 years. When the
photo appeared, Robert Gates, the Secretary of
Defense [sic] furiously tried to get the AP
to quash the photo. It didn't, to its everlasting
credit. To quote one of many accounts on the
web:
"Gates followed up with a scathing letter to
Curley [of AP] yesterday afternoon. The
letter says Gates cannot imagine the pain Bernard's
family is feeling right now, and that Curley's
'lack of compassion and common sense in choosing to
put out this image of their maimed and stricken
child on the front page of multiple newspapers is
appalling. The issue here is not law, policy or
constitutional right -- but judgment and common
decency.'
I thought a long time before writing about this
matter, and was not pleasant to be around. The
photo resonated with me, as we say. You see, long
ago, in another pointless war, promoted by another
conscienceless Secretary, I too was a Marine Lance
Corporal of twenty-one years. I too got shot,
though not nearly as badly as this kid, and spent a
year at Bethesda Naval Hospital. At this point I am
legally blind following my (I think) thirteenth
trip to eye surgery as a result of an identical
foreign policy.
Big fucking deal. Shit happens. At this point
I'm comfortable and doing fine. Don't cry for me,
Argentina. The other kid is dead.
But that bothers me. And all of this perhaps
gives me a certain insight into the matter that not
all reporters have, nor all editors. It also makes
me poisonously, bottle-throwing angry to think
about another chilly professional bureaucrat, the
Second Coming of McNamara, with less combat
experience than Tinkerbell, sending kids to croak
in weird places having nothing to do with the
US.
But Gates. The words "decency" and
"unconscionable" coming from him are fetid with
hypocrisy. Gates was director of the CIA.
"Intelligence" agencies are moral dirt, hated the
world over for torture, murder, and destabilization
of countries leading to hundreds of thousands of
deaths. The KGB, Mossad, CIA, STASI, SAVAK --
they're all the same. A man who presides over
torture and murder should not speak of decency. He
has none.
Nor is it easy to believe that Gates feels the
slightest sympathy for the dead kid or for his
family. If you don't want kids to die in
Afghanistan, don't send them there. He does. How
sorry can he be?
Why then is he so angry at having the war
photographed? Easy: Spin control. Spin is so very
important in war these days. While America is only
barely a democracy, still, if the public, the great
sleeping acquiescent ignorant beast, ever gets
really upset, the war ends. The Pentagon is acutely
aware of this. It remembers its disaster in Asia.
The generals of today learned nothing military from
Vietnam -- they are fighting the same kind of war
as stupidly as before -- but they learned something
more important: Their most dangerous enemy is the
America public. You. Me. Defeating the Taliban
isn't particularly important, or even desirable.
(No war means fewer promotions and fewer
contracts). But while the Taliban cannot possibly
defeat the Pentagon, the American public can.
Photographs are death to a war, boys and girls.
They can asphyxiate a war faster than roadside
bombs can even dream. Gates does not want the
sprawling somnolent inattentive beast, the public,
to see what his wars really are.
In wars, there are many enlightening things to
see. For example, the Marine with a third of his
face and half a lung, going ku-kuk-kuk as red gunch
rolls out of his mouth and he drowns in his blood.
Ruined or dying teenagers whimpering the trinity of
the badly wouned, Mother, wife, and water. The
brain-shot guy jerking like an epileptic as he
tries not to die. Ever see brain tissue from
gunshot? I have. It makes a pink spew across the
ground. Like strawberry chiffon.
Gates does not want you to see this. You would
puke, buy a bottle of bourbon, and take to the
streets. He knows it. CBS could end these wars in a
week if it aired what really happens. Gates cannot
afford to let the dam break. PR is all. Thus Bush
forbade the photographing of coffins coming home,
and the CIA ferociously resists the publication of
photographs of torture. Professional sadists do
things to people that would make you gag.
Then there are the enlisted men. In these
hobbyist wars, and to an extent even in peacetime,
it is crucial to keep the enlisteds from thinking.
In some three decades of covering the military, I
saw this constantly. If I went to Afghanistan today
as a correspondent, I could argue in private about
the war with the colonel. If I suggested to the
troops that they were being suckered, the colonel
would go crazy. Next to keeping the public
quiescent, keeping the troops (and potential
recruits) bamboozled is vital. If a high-school kid
saw what awaited, if he saw the cartilage
glistening in wrecked joints, he wouldn't sign.
Do I think that the press should publish such
photos? Not yes but hell yes on afterburner. Every
time an editor covers for the Pentagon, every time
papers refuse to show the charred bodies
still
slowly
moving, the dead children,
the
never mind. The effect is to ensure that
more kids will die the same way. And the press
almost always does exactly this. We are a trade of
whores and shills. Except that whores give value
for money. The press kills our children.
Julie Jacobson sounds like that modern-day
rarity, a reporter, as distinguished from a
volunteer flack. Bless her. I used to wonder
whether women could hack it as combat
correspondents. I no longer do. (There are lots of
them.) I used to refer to smarmy over-groomed
bloodthirsty office warts as pussies, saying that
they lacked balls. The anatomical reference no
longer works. I note that Jacobson has more combat
time than the aggregate for Bush II, Cheney,
Rumsfeld, Rice, Obama, Biden, Gonzalez, Clinton,
Perleman, Abrams, Kristol, Feith, Podhoretz,
Krauthammer, George Will, Dershwitz, and Gates.
These men, if the word is appropriate, killed that
kid. Jacobson just caught them in the act.
Reed
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Copyright 2009 by Fred Reed and reproduced here by
permission of the author.
About
the Author (by the author):
Fred Reed is a Marine combat veteran, police
reporter, amateur biochemist, former long-haul
hitchhiker, and part-time sociopath living in
Mexico. Fred, a keyboard mercenary with a
disorganized past, has worked on staff for Army
Times, The Washingtonian, Soldier of Fortune,
Federal Computer Week, and The Washington
Times. He has been published in Playboy,
Soldier of Fortune, The Wall Street Journal, The
Washington Post, Harper's, National Review, Signal,
Air&Space, and suchlike. He has worked as a
police writer, technology editor, military
specialist, and authority on mercenary soldiers. He
is by all accounts as looney as a tune.
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