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Ellsberg/BushFrom DNguyen@KQED.org Thu Apr 15 10:05:50 2004
Paying Homage To Truth and Its Consequences
From dduffy@email.unc.edu Thu Apr 15 10:05:56 2004 I try not to talk about my war interests on this list, but since Duc brought it up, I have been dying for a chance to mention the work of Randy Fertel, who has created and maintains the Ron Ridenhour awards that Ellsberg and the others have won. People who write for the New York Times, and authors who consult that newspaper, often refer to staffers like Neil Sheehan and Sydney Shanberg as breaking the Pentagon Papers and the killings at My Lai. That is the self-importance of an institution, and everyday class prejudice against men who have worked with their hands, under command. Daniel Ellsberg, a Marine, stole the Pentagon Papers, of course. He had climbed socially after his military service, but I attribute his conscience and his guts to that subaltern experience. None of his Harvard classmates made a gesture like Ellsberg's. It was a discharged US Army sergeant, Ron Ridenhour, who labored for months to document and bring to public attention what Medina and his company did at My Lai. Ridenhour lost his world of meaning when he did that, banished from his father's dinner table for breaking the deal working men made with the Cold War: fight it, come home and take your bennies and shut up. Giving up your evenings with Archie Bunker may seem like a small sacrifice. Tell me that when you've given up your world. Ridenhour went on to make another life as an investigative reporter, achieving great things before he died young. But for many his biggest story remained his first, an amateur job, nailing down before a national and international public the facts of a massacre by the Army that had liberated half the world just twenty years before. Randy Fertel brought Ridenhour to Tulane University in New Orleans twice before he died, and videotaped the reporter's testimony about how he came to learn what the men did at My Lai. The transcript from the 1994 talk is available in a university press book of the conference proceedings, and the 1998 one is on video from the institute. The 1994 talk is the most moving document I encountered in thirty years among the flotsam and jetsam from that war, before I learned Vietnamese. It is also the best answer to a question lecturers on the American armies in that war have to address: was what Medina and Calley and their men did at My Lai typical of USMACV? There was only one Ridenhour and there is only one My Lai in the English-language public record. You can have a professional debate to interpret those facts. Or you can attend to Ridenhour's words, about how he heard casually about the massacre from men who had taken part in it, fellow career professionals, men who follow orders, and how both he and they didn't necessarily think it was such a big deal. You can follow his train of thought as he realizes that sodomizing and murdering a couple hundred women and old men and children was in fact a big deal, and as he reviews his own initiation to the war to understand how such antics might not stand out in the course of a day that included free-fire zones, harassment & interdiction artillery fire, napalm and defoliants. From an American, it's testimony in our national religion, like a Klansman telling Studs Terkel about becoming an anti-racist, like a slaver writing Amazing Grace. You want to witness, "Tell it!". After Ridenhour's death, Randy Fertel has made it his business to memorialize the man by honoring those who work in his spirit. This year, the honorees include Daniel Ellsberg. Folks at the Times like to make fun of Ellsberg for chasing skirts and doing drugs and living off his wife. Look, no one at that newspaper ever committed treason for the sake of justice for foreigners. Moreover, the people who own the place did not earn their wealth, and no one wants a candid account of sex and drugs there. And they don't even know who Ron Ridenhour was. His obituary in the Times was like Edward Said's, a slighting recital. Said they disagree with, Ridenhour they just can't perceive. That the outstanding intellectual of the Cold War was a US Army sergeant is a proposition which a journalist would have to take a college course from me even to entertain. The habitus of American reporters is doxically middle-class, unshockable in its regard for self and authority. You might as well try to have a conversation about politics with a Rostow, or cultural difference with Samuel Huntingdon. He knows it all and he doesn't get any of it. What's more, the academic authority to cite on arbitrary distinction among intellectuals is Pierre Bourdieu, a Parisian who uses words that are easy to make fun of. I'm not sure I could get habitus and doxa across to hard-core journalism majors. But Randy is in there swinging, and what do you know, he has got three awardees in Ron's name at the National Press Club. You can learn more about Fertel's work to remember Ridenhour, a hero of the war in Viet Nam, by contacting Randy at fertel@aol.comor through www.fertel.com.
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