Monday, July 9, 2007

Wendell Berry 1

In this World

The hill pasture, an open place among the trees,
tilts into the valley. The clovers and tall grasses
are in bloom. Along the foot of the hill
dark floodwater moves down the river.
The sun sets. Ahead of nightfall the birds sing.
I have climbed up to water the horses
and now sit and rest, high on the hillside,
letting the day gather and pass. Below me
cattle graze out across the wide fields of the bottomlands,
Slow and preoccupied as stars. In this world
men are making plans, wearing themselves out,
spending their lives, in order to kill each other.
–Wendell Berry

Berry and I are the same age. We are both philosophical and agricultural in orientation. I stayed in the classroom to teach philosophy and theology; he left the classroom to return to the family farm, write poetry and essays, and farm it the old way–without tractors, erosion, and every square foot plowed.

Berry in Kentucky, Roark in Oklahoma. At sunset I have ridden Queeny and Coley to the pasture tank to water at the end of a day’s work. I stayed aboard as they waded out, knee-deep, sinking in mud, then stretching their neck, nosing under water, hurriedly, greedily, sucking in long, deep draughts of murky liquid. I sat, listening to them, watching the tree limbs flow with the cool breeze, watching the sun go down.

I was young, not a care in the world. The year was 1943. The team belonged to Uncle Booten, my always pleasant uncle with the wooden leg. His son, Billy, the finest in the county everyone said, had just been shot down while parachuting somewhere over Holland. Billy knew Queeny and Colie before I did.

Berry was writing in the 1960s, Vietnam days. Tonight I sat out back cutting up downfall apples and tossing the bits to my backyard banties. A peaceable evening, granddaughter coming for a summer visit in another hour or so. And still, in 2007, “In this world men are making plans, wearing themselves out, spending their lives in order to kill each other–Iraqis, Americans, and their remaining allies.

I visit tonight with our youngest granddaughter. Our second grandson, a Marine, will sleep tonight, maybe, with one eye open, in Bagdad.

Do we really think we can ever make them be like us? Do we really think we can ever make them want to be like us. “Don’t ever feel useless. You can always serve as a bad example.”

Friday, July 6, 2007

Immanuel Kant on War

“Even philosophers will praise war as ennobling mankind, forgetting the Greek who said: 'War is bad in that it begets more evil than it kills.'”
--Immanuel Kant

Among philosophers, no one is accepted as an authority. Just because Kant affirmed some ancient Greek thinker who claimed that war breeds more evil then it destroys, that doesn’t make it so. Kant, Socrates, Plato, Aristotle, and Hegel, are counted among the most highly respected and influential philosophers in Western history. But that makes neither Kant nor an unknown ancient Greek authorities on war.

In philosophy, every claim, every theory must stand up to rigorous critical investigation. Ideas must be held up to the light of human experience and human reason. Therefore, you and I must make our own judgments about the validity of the Kantian quotation.

The implicit assumption is that war is good if it kills more evil than it begets, but it is bad if it begets more evil than it kills. Thus:

Either our present war is unjust or it is just.
If it is unjustified, it is making things worse than they were.
If it is just, it is making things better than they were.
Therefore our war is making things either better or worse.

This, of course, is obvious. It also is vague. As a general principle, we all are agreed that war, as such, is not a good thing.

In a war, each adversary kills and maims--both physically and psychically--their enemy. In an unimaginable variety of ways, we bring suffering to homes and families. We destroy or severely damage cities and societal infrastructures that later must be rebuilt with labor and resources that might have been put to better use. We drain, and sometimes deplete, our national budgets of funds that might have alleviated some of the causes of the war. The total cost of war is incomprehensible and unconscionable.

Often, nations engage in war, based on principle. Abraham Lincoln judged that men “of principle” were always dangerous. They consider nothing except to stand for principle at all costs. Lincoln stood for principles--plural, not singular.

Governments, he believed, should place all their basic principles in the balance and weigh them against each other. People and leaders must take account of the probable variety of gains and losses that will be incurred.

The singer, Johnny Cash, once said that songs were the only good thing to come out of a war. At the time I heard him say that, it seemed to ring true. Then I realized that war has always–necessity is the mother of invention–produced medical and technological advances that are, in turn, of lasting value in civilian life. What gain? What price?

Unaware of the enormous costs of the research required to develop one useful medication, we are quick to decry the exorbitant prices charged at the pharmacy. On the other hand, the medical and technological advances that come to us by way of the battlefield often are praised with little thought given to the costs, of all kinds, of war in contrast to the costs, again of all kinds, incurred in laboratory research.

We must each judge for ourselves, whether in Baghdad or in Kandahar we are creating more evil than we are killing. Al Qaeda continues to grow; terror clouds every horizon; on one hand, mothers and children continue to die, on the other, they continue losing fathers and husbands; ethnic groups, religions, and societies are becoming more polarized. As responsible citizens, our personal judgment must be translated into public policy.

What are we begetting? What are we killing? Could it be that we are merely speeding the advance of a human illness that just might be terminal?

“War is bad in that it begets more evil than it kills.”