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Talking to the Young in a World That Will Never Truly Be ‘Postwar’
Posted on Apr 7, 2016
By Rory Fanning / TomDispatch
Filling in the Blanks
The first time I went to speak to high school students about my life with the Rangers in Afghanistan, I was surprised to realize that the same nervous energy I felt before jumping into Lake Michigan or lacing up my gym shoes for a bone-shaking work-out was coursing through my body. But here was the strangest thing: when I had said my piece (or perhaps I really mean my peace) with as much honesty as I could muster, I felt the very sense of calmness and resolution that Id been striving for with my other rituals and could never quite hang onto come over meand it stayed with me for days.
That first time, I was one of the few white people in a deteriorating Chicago public high school on the far south side of the city. A teacher is escorting me down multiple broad, shabby hallways to the classroom where I was to speak. We pass a room decorated with a total of eight American flags, four posted on each side of its door. The recruiting office, the teacher says, gesturing toward it, and then asks, Do they have recruiting offices in the suburban schools you talk to?
Im not sure. I havent spoken to any on this topic yet, I reply. They certainly didnt have an obvious one at the public high school I went to, but I do know that there are 10,000 recruiters across the country working with a $700 million a year advertising budget. And I think youre more likely to see the recruiters in schools where kids have less options after graduation.
At that moment, we arrive at the appointed classroom and Im greeted warmly by the social studies teacher who invited me. Photos of Ida B. Wells, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcom X, and other revolutionary black leaders hang neatly on a wall. He first heard about my desire to talk to students about my wartime experiences through Veterans for Peace, an organization I belong to. There is no counter-narrative to what the kids are being taught by the instructors in Junior ROTC, as far as I can tell, he says, obviously bothered, as we wait for the students to arrive. It would be great if you could provide more of a complete picture to these kids. He then went on to describe the frustration he felt with a Chicago school system in which schools in the poorest neighborhoods in the city were being shut down at a record pace, and yet, somehow, his school district always had the money to supplement the Pentagons funding of the JROTC (Junior Reserve Officer Training) program.
The first time I went to speak to high school students about my life with the Rangers in Afghanistan, I was surprised to realize that the same nervous energy I felt before jumping into Lake Michigan or lacing up my gym shoes for a bone-shaking work-out was coursing through my body. But here was the strangest thing: when I had said my piece (or perhaps I really mean my peace) with as much honesty as I could muster, I felt the very sense of calmness and resolution that Id been striving for with my other rituals and could never quite hang onto come over meand it stayed with me for days.
That first time, I was one of the few white people in a deteriorating Chicago public high school on the far south side of the city. A teacher is escorting me down multiple broad, shabby hallways to the classroom where I was to speak. We pass a room decorated with a total of eight American flags, four posted on each side of its door. The recruiting office, the teacher says, gesturing toward it, and then asks, Do they have recruiting offices in the suburban schools you talk to?
Im not sure. I havent spoken to any on this topic yet, I reply. They certainly didnt have an obvious one at the public high school I went to, but I do know that there are 10,000 recruiters across the country working with a $700 million a year advertising budget. And I think youre more likely to see the recruiters in schools where kids have less options after graduation.
At that moment, we arrive at the appointed classroom and Im greeted warmly by the social studies teacher who invited me. Photos of Ida B. Wells, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcom X, and other revolutionary black leaders hang neatly on a wall. He first heard about my desire to talk to students about my wartime experiences through Veterans for Peace, an organization I belong to. There is no counter-narrative to what the kids are being taught by the instructors in Junior ROTC, as far as I can tell, he says, obviously bothered, as we wait for the students to arrive. It would be great if you could provide more of a complete picture to these kids. He then went on to describe the frustration he felt with a Chicago school system in which schools in the poorest neighborhoods in the city were being shut down at a record pace, and yet, somehow, his school district always had the money to supplement the Pentagons funding of the JROTC (Junior Reserve Officer Training) program.
Just the other day I spoke at a college in Peoria, three hours south of Chicago. My brother hasnt left the house since returning home from Iraq, one of the students told me with tears in her eyes. What you said helped me understand his situation better. I might have more to say to him now.
It was the sort of comment that reminded me that there is an audience for what I have to say. I just need to figure out how to get past the gatekeepers. Believe me, Ill continue to write about, pester, and advertise my willingness to talk to soon-to-be-military-age kids in Chicago. Im not giving up, because speaking honestly about my experiences is now my therapy. At the end of the day, I need those students as much as I think they need me.
It was the sort of comment that reminded me that there is an audience for what I have to say. I just need to figure out how to get past the gatekeepers. Believe me, Ill continue to write about, pester, and advertise my willingness to talk to soon-to-be-military-age kids in Chicago. Im not giving up, because speaking honestly about my experiences is now my therapy. At the end of the day, I need those students as much as I think they need me.
Full (very long) article: http://www.truthdig.com/report/item/talking_to_the_young_in_a_world_that_will_never_truly_be_postwar_20160407
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