Collateralsby
Robert Shetterly by
Robert Shetterly
Arthur
Miller: "I think the job of the artist … is to remind people of what they
have chosen to forget."
For the past few months, at the same time that I’ve been painting Americans Who
Tell the Truth portraits, I’ve been working on a series of little portraits that
I call "collaterals." They exist as a kind of dark star to the Truth
Tellers. The name refers to collateral damage, the term given to civilian individuals
killed in a military action who were not "intentionally" targeted. These
paintings are fictions. One rarely sees the face or knows the identity of a collateral.
It’s a virtual and abstract category in which the victim is never a real person,
a kind of discarded ghost. Such is the magic of language and of denial. When you
come to think of it, there is probably no more obscenely immoral term than the
one that dismisses the importance of other people as collateral damage when their
deaths become incidental to the achievement of some military/economic objective.
As collateral, the individuals bear the same value as sawdust to a carpenter.
The obvious assumption is that our goals and our lives have more
significance than theirs, and, further, that we therefore have the right
to murder them with no consequence. Because there is no penalty, it must be a
right. But what kind of right is it? An inalienable right? A human right?
A legal right? Moral right? No, it’s really a right of entitlement. Similar to
the right we exercise when we build a road through a forest and then run over
the raccoon that crosses it. They, the civilians, the raccoons, are the necessary
fatalities for our notion of progress.
So, the collaterals have been obligated, in effect, to become martyrs for the
indiscriminate power that killed them for its own higher cause, martyrs not for
their own beliefs, their own volition, but ours. It is as though, by the very
fact of their deaths, they are subsumed into a sub-legal category of existence,
the category of martyrdom by default. And, as sub-legals, their killers are obligated
not to feel remorse. On TV we see their surviving kin weep and wail and shout
revenge, but we think they will get over it when they realize their loved ones
have been sacrificed for their own good.
It should be self-evident that anyone who professes to believe in any of the democratic
ideals of this country, such as respect for the essential equality and rights
of all individuals, could not possibly utter the words "collateral damage"
without shame or cynicism. Interestingly, during the Vietnam War, Henry Kissinger
and Robert McNamara used the term "integers" to describe civilian deaths
that they preferred relocated to the abstraction of numbers rather than the reality
of flesh. At least, though, the term "integer" implies the act of counting.
Collaterals are not counted. Their numbers are denied and suppressed along with
their identities, their places in their communities, families, their sexes, ages,
jobs, who loved them and whom they loved, what stories they told, their favorite
foods, how they laughed and cried, what achievements they aspired to, what hopes,
what dreams. The fact that the current U.S. administration keeps no count of the
Iraqis murdered as collateral damage destroys any claim they may have to bringing
democracy and freedom to that country. What would lead anyone to believe that
a country which doesn’t count the innocent dead would actually respect the votes
of the living?
Civilians killed incidental to the progress of war are collateral; those killed
purposefully are victims of terrorism. Sometimes it’s very hard to tell the difference.
Governments do one and call it the other, but get the desired effect. In other
words, if an attack on a civilian population is called "Shock and Awe,"
isn’t it really terrorism, even if you later call the dead collaterals.
The notion of collateral damage has larger ramifications than just that of civilians
run over in the way of military/economic objectives. Western civilization is based
on a linear idea of progress that requires the euphemistic "development of
resources." Blowing the tops off mountains, grinding up the great forests,
depleting the seas of fish, creating a mass extinction by habitat destruction,
poisoning the earth, air and water, injecting a toxic brew of chemicals into the
body of every living creature in the world, this is the collateral damage of a
culture of consumption and increasing profit.
So, in the paintings I made up the faces. Some anguished. Some simply bearing
witness to the immense amoral disregard in the face of which they are powerless.
They are the blur created by the momentum of our rush to get where we are going.
But they must be brought into focus. For, in that focus is not only
the truth about the nature of the killer’s behavior, but also the key to survival
on a sustainable earth. Hypocrisy about the value of other lives is no longer
something about which an otherwise decent person may be negligent or cynical;
that hypocrisy is tantamount to suicide. By placing economic expansion, resource
depletion, and increased consumption before the wisdom of sustainability, which
is the wisdom of the earth, we become our own collateral damage.
This is what Malcolm X meant after the assassination President Kennedy when he
said that the chickens had come home to roost. That is, if we live by power and
violence, by disrespect for other people’s lives, it will come back to haunt us.
The snake will bite its own tail. No one wanted to hear it then, and they don’t
now. But
collateral damage is the same whether it’s a term for Iraqi children or our own
drinking water, Mayans in Guatemala or the plague of breast cancer, Africans dying
in the hold of a slave ship or global warming. It’s really a term for a mentality,
a conscience, a system profoundly out of balance. Perhaps it would be a good idea
to show the picture on world-wide television each night of one mother or one little
girl or one little boy or one father targeted for the next day’s collateral damage,
and let the world agonize, as it is did about Terry Schiavo, whether this life
should be taken.
June
21, 2005 Robert
Shetterly [send him mail] is a writer
and artist who lives in Brooksville, Maine. He is the author of Americans
Who Tell the Truth. See his
website. Copyright
2005 © LewRockwell.com
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