My Dream and the Color
Michael C. Ruppert
I want you to consider some
quotes. Then I want you to decide for yourself whether or
not the suffering of one class, race or group of people
somehow trivializes or makes less painful the suffering
of another, separate class.
In her book Kiss The
Boys Goodbye, about the struggles to find and bring
home Vietnam POWs, Emmy Award winning former 60 MINUTES
Producer Monika Jensen-Stevenson tells of Henry Kissinger
describing military personnel as "mindless beasts."
Later in the book her husband Bill, a veteran war correspondent
and author, recounts the attitudes of French agents who
financed wars in Indochina with opium. He said about the
French, "They said that to save France, you had to
destroy the human garbage. If the garbage sustained its
drug addiction by spending huge amounts of money, and if
that money financed wars in Indochina against communism
- well, then you got some benefit from the human garbage!"
In 1972, while I was attending
UCLA, my closest friend on campus, Craig Fuller, surprised
me one day. I had been interning in the Office of LAPD Chief
Ed Davis and was committed to a career in law enforcement.
I had taken a special interest in narcotics. Craig said
to me about drugs, "It's just weeding out the gene
pool." I sat in Craig's White House office in 1981
and complained of CIA drug dealing. Craig went on to become
George Bush's Chief of Staff in 1985.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn said,
"To do evil a human being must first of all believe
that what he is doing is good…
"Ideology - that is what
gives devildoing its long sought justification and gives
the evildoer the necessary steadfastness and determination.
That is the social theory which helps to make his acts seem
good instead of bad in his own and others' eyes, so that
he won't hear reproaches and curses but will receive praise
I thank author and AIDS researcher
Lenny Horowitz for bringing that quote into my life. I had
been seeking it a long time.
Now take another quote from
Stevenson's book, which describes the condition of the body
of Navy pilot Lars Van Rensaleer who had been taken prisoner
in 1968 and knowingly left behind after the war. He came
home in 1989.
"Lars's finger and toes
were missing. His body had been embalmed, and perhaps stored
… his teeth were in far worse condition than when Diane
had last seen him. The amputation of fingers and toes 'is
evidence of the tortures and punishment we tracked,' said
Jerry Mooney, the National Security Agency analyst. American
prisoners who fought deep interrogation or repeatedly defied
work orders had parts cut off, piece by piece."
A high ranking CIA officer
who had grown sick of his own government had earlier told
Stevenson, "Men who were lost in a war they'd been
required to fight can't be discarded because of some higher
national interest… There is no higher national interest."
Now the hardest enemies of
the U.S. government might say that the POWs got what they
played for as instruments of a brutal war machine. But if
they do that then they commit the same crime the devildoers
commit. They dehumanize. Before the Africans were crammed
into the holds of slave ships and their culture destroyed,
before "niggers" were lynched and tortured, before
Jewish "vermin" were gassed and before POWs, "Chosen
by God to stay", were abandoned to torture, they were
all first turned into something inhuman, evil, different,
expendable. If one calls U.S. Servicemen "capitalist
tools" or "baby killers" then the first step
has already been taken. The compounded tragedy of the POWs
is that they believed in something that was not true - and
they died for it.
I didn't go to Vietnam. I
had a student deferment my first year at UCLA and was 1A
for the remaining three. After graduation I joined LAPD
and immediately went to South Central Los Angeles. I was
injured a few times. I was in two shootings. But I always
went home to a warm bed and a shower. I have been homeless
for a total of three years because of my opposition to CIA
and I have gone hungry and been arrested but I know nothing
of combat, torture or war.
In my dream I struggle as
images of black slaves, Jewish shopkeepers and POWs float,
merge and mingle. Images come into focus of inner city families
grieving over children killed in drive-bys and Navy pilots
with no toes and no eyes. I weep as I see the pilots and
the inner city blacks, chained disfigured and weak, fight
each other from centuries of taught and learned distrust.
I scream. But no one listens. "You have been betrayed,
abandoned, condemned by exactly the same people!" Their
names fall from my lips, "Shackley! Secord! Armitage!
Bush! - North! Singlaub! Clines! - Colby! Helms! Casey!
-Kissinger! - Rockefeller! - Pepsi! - United Fruit!
My dream has no ending. I
spend my time trying to make the victims see that they are
natural allies, brothers and sisters - that we are all natural
allies against a single enemy. I have no success.
I know the color of suffering
and imprisonment, of exploitation and of grief. - It is
gray. It is cold.