I Never Expected to Become a Conscientious Objector
November 28, 2018 Matt Malcom / World BEYOND War
Commentary: "I never expected to become a conscientious objector. If you would have asked me two years ago to name the first things that came to mind when I heard this title, it would have been words like coward, afraid, selfish, ignorant, and unpatriotic. I guess it's how growing up tends to work. Now I see that these words couldn't be farther from the truth." Other potential recruits might well consider WBW's "Top Ten Reasons Not to Enlist in the US Army."
I Never Expected to Become a Conscientious Objector
Matt Malcom / World BEYOND War
(November 24, 2018) -- I never expected to become a conscientious objector.
If you would have asked me two years ago to name the first things that came to mind when I heard this title, it would have been words like coward, afraid, selfish, ignorant, and unpatriotic.
I guess it's how growing up tends to work. Now I see that these words couldn't be farther from the truth.
This is my story, but it's also the story of hundreds who have come before me, only some of them known. It's the story of every unnamed fearless lover of peace who, never needed to don the uniform to realize that violence can never be a realistic solution to any conflict. For those wise enough to understand that war has so little to do with solutions, and so much to do with ego-centricism, manipulation, wealth and power.
I now realize that those people I was so quick to dismiss as idealistic and weak, are in fact the meek that might just inherit the earth.
My journey started with an idea, one wrapped in youthful ideas to succeed, project my own self-important image to the world, to be a warrior, to be brave and validated. This personal image became an obsession. I wanted validation, and wanted to go all the way. I worked out that I wanted to follow my father and grandfather in military service, that I wanted to be an officer in the Army like them but I wanted my own challenge too, a notch that only I would have under my belt.
My father received his commission through the University of Texas, and my grandfather went through Officer Candidate School on the heels of a prestigious enlisted career. I was going to make it through West Point.
So I set my sights on an appointment. I did everything in my power to make this dream a reality. I even attended a prep school (known as USMAPS) located up the road from West Point's main campus when I was initially denied entrance into the class of 2015. A year later I was accepted into 2016 and I felt as if my life was complete.
For the first time in a long time, my freshman year was a period of not having any dreams or ambitions to achieve. Arriving at West Point was what I had so long ached for that I thought of little else.
In this newfound state in which I wasn't constantly strategizing and working to get somewhere, there was an inner quietness I had never before known. I had time for personal reflection, challenge, and independent thinking. I was also introduced to a spiritual practice of contemplation which enhanced my capacity for challenging and thinking anew.
I started having very visceral aversions to my environment. First, it was the standardization and control of an institution like West Point. Not the usual sort of frustration with "plebe year" as it's known, but a developing deep moral aversion to what we were doing and how we were doing it.
Then, I started feeling uncomfortable about the type of people we were training so hard to become; detached, amoral, apolitical, unaffected executors of violence and various state sponsored acts of aggression.
Then I saw the effect the lifestyle was taking on the Captains and Colonels that came back to teach. It became abundantly clear that if I did not get out quick I too would slip into disconnection, numbness, brokenness, and finally (the worst stage) acceptance.
I sat in the living rooms of too many men and women who had already walked my path and opened up about an inability to connect or feel love for their children. One instructor joking that if he did not schedule time for his children in his iPhone calendar he wouldn't remember to play with them.
I nervously chuckled remembering this story with another group of officers at a church event assuming of course they would also feel unconformable about such numbness to life. To my surprise, they confessed a similar style of maintaining their family life.
I'm not saying they're bad people, I'm saying this life did something to all of us, and I wasn't sure it was healthy or helpful to the rest of society.
So I was then faced to asked, is this worth it? Not only for me, but what about the people that my occupation is to effect, those who are "over there" and those who are to receive the blows of my future aggressive acts in combat.
This question took the spotlight off of my own future and my own well-being and shined it brightly onto others, specifically the people I was being trained to kill.
Even more specifically, the innocent people caught in the middle chalked up to "collateral damage." Of course no one wanted collateral damage, though this was often viewed from a strategic perspective without attaching the notion to human life. It was more like a margin of error that we were taught to stay within. If you went too far outside that margin (i.e. too many civilians died as a result of your decisions) the consequence would be jail time.
Around this time I was getting into my major -- philosophy -- in which these why questions were much more relevant. I learned how to ask really good questions, I learned how to listen to voices I had always disdained, I learned to open my mind and consider more than just what I had always known. I allowed myself to be challenged, and I challenged that which didn't make sense.
One day standing on the granite steps of the cadet mess hall I remember asking my friend, "Mike, what if we're the bad guys?"
It's funny, no one ever thinks they're the bad guy.
My world was falling apart.
As I approached my senior year it is clear now that I had become a master of suppression, distraction, self-denial, and also depression. On my honest days I realized that I too was well on my way to being a distant, disengaged father and husband one day. On my worst days I lied and said it would all get better when I was out there, maybe the active Army was better I naively told myself.
Of course, it didn't get better. And I was slotted my last branch choice of Field Artillery -- one of the most lethal branches possible.
As I went through my initial officer's training the reality of violence became more palpable. I was killing scores of people daily in simulations. We watched videos of unarmed "convicted terrorists" being eviscerated as they sat unsuspecting in a circle. One managed to hobble away having lost a leg in the blast. Boom! Another round and the man disappeared.
Many of my classmates cheered, "Hell yeah!"
I was in the wrong place.
But the Army owned me. I had an eight year contract and they paid for my school.
One day a friend invited me to watch the movie Hacksaw Ridge, the famous story of a conscientious objector during WWII. I spent the film judging him, combating his idealism with my well-worn theological and logical arguments why sometimes sheepdogs were necessary, why war is justified. I've met Micheal Walzer for crying out loud, the man who penned the modern accumulation of everything Just War.
But, on some unconscious deep level in my psyche, the film worked on me.
Suddenly, in the middle of the movie I became extremely ill on the verge of vomiting. I ran to the restroom to take care of myself but instead of throwing up, I started weeping.
I was caught off guard as if I had been a casual observer to my behavior. I had no idea the reserves of emotion and belief that were locked inside my subconscious after years of learned repression.
Once it came up, though, there was no turning back.
So I set to doing something, anything to get out of the endless cycle of death, destruction, and killing. I knew I had to leave, and life would never be the same.
I began studying, learning who I was, what this up-to-now subconscious belief was all about.
I began complete deconstruction. I completely changed who I was reading, what I was thinking, the way I filtered the world. Everything I once held so sacred, taken off the shelf and shattered on the floor.
Peace became a reality that had long been hidden just beneath the surface of every seemingly unavoidable war. Meekness, open hearts, care-taking, refugee-welcoming and freedom for the marginalized became my greatest moral imperatives. Where once stood pillars of self-righteous behavior, now stood collapsed rubble. And if you looked hard enough, you might see the weeds and grass of new life poking through.
After two years of petitioning, waiting, and making myself show up for work everyday, I was finally discharged honorably as a conscientious objector in August of this year.
I now work for the Preemptive Love Coalition. We are a peacemaking organization that joins reconstruction efforts to weave the elements of peace into the fabric of renewing societies.
Our message is to show up, listen, and get out of the way. We love first, ask questions later and aren't afraid of venturing behind the so called enemy lines. Most of our work is focused in Iraq and Syria at the moment, and I work on the stateside support team.
I am beyond lucky to have found an organization in which I fit so perfectly, and am even more grateful to wake up every day waging peace -- especially in the regions where I had been training to wage war!
I share this story because on the other side of a life, an ego destroyed by love and compassion it's all I have left. I hope that like the dead and buried acorn of an oak tree, it can one day emerge to stand tall the forest of peace. These seeds are being planted everywhere right now (in fact I am one of two conscientious objectors from my West Point Class!)
My goal has never been to change anyone's thinking or get others to agree with me. Rather, I hope that in sharing my story the veterans of pacifism are encouraged, those waging peace everyday are emboldened, and those wondering who they are on the cusp of new birth could have a companion on an otherwise lonely, frightening journey.
1. The "war on terrorism" is a sham because terrorists are small groups or individuals who blow stuff up and kill people, and as a soldier you'd be doing the same thing.
2. That may change as the US national security strategy calls for war preparations against Russia and China, two powerful nations that do not threaten US national security. They do, however, have high tech destructive weapons that can destroy and kill.
3. As a soldier you would be in a huge bureaucracy with little chance of ever getting a responsible position. There are a dozen enlisted grades and a dozen officer grades above that, and you'd be at the very bottom of the pyramid.
4. Same goes for any thought about having a spouse and kiddies. You'd be living in a barracks with sergeants yelling at you, busting your gut in strenuous training.
5. The chance of physical injury is great, as training is dangerous and war is more so. The army needs infantry more than anything, and infantry soldiers must expect to carry a hundred twenty pounds for long distances and up hills, so back injuries are plentiful.
6. The chance of physical injury or death goes up with deployment to some country far away where the citizens are unhappy with your presence, and then shoot at you or blow off your legs with a roadside bomb made with fertilizer.
7. Mental injury, or PTSD, is also a real possibility even for soldiers who never see combat because a military life is high stress. It doesn't end when you leave service; twenty veterans commit suicide every day.
8. Want an education or a useful trade that might be useful in civilian life? Forget those. A recruiter may make promises but remember the army needs infantry soldiers more than anything.
9. Expect to see the world? No, rather expect to be in a tent on the dirt in some backward country, with large sand barriers all around to protect you from vehicle bombers and helicopters bring in food and ammunition because the roads are too dangerous.
10. Finally, forget all that propaganda about you'd be protecting our freedom and keeping us safe, because neither is true. Your sacrifices will actually be paying the price for the large profits which go to the lucky members of the military industrial complex.
These are the interrelated components of our system: the frameworks, processes, tools and institutions necessary for dismantling the war machine and replacing it with a peace system that will provide a more assured common security. More info.
Think hard before you enlist in any military for any country.
Think about Section 9-b of the Enlistment/Reenlistment Contract before you sign.
It reads: "Laws and regulations that govern military personnel may change without notice to me. Such changes may affect my status, pay, allowances, benefits, and responsibilities as a member of the Armed Forces REGARDLESS of the provisions of this enlistment/reenlistment document."