I oppose para-militarism as well
as so-called legal armies but I do not accept that any armies have moral
superiority. All armies commit atrocities, whether by accident or design. All
armies kill civilians, no matter what technological or moral safeguards our leaders claim are in place.
See, our leaders are not like you
and me. They are playing geopolitical games where their own aims and
reputations are far more important to them than mere human life. In this military-political moral twilight, politicians become
psychopaths in that they suspend all empathy with mothers of babies, of
children with parents, brothers with sisters as they prepare to force a path
through human life in pursuit of their sacred aims which usually are presented
as “saving civilisation”, the same civilisation they are reducing to rubble and
grief.
This gives some understandably a problem when it
comes to the poppy. For many, especially victims of militarism, the seeming
worshiping of the poppy is alienating as those telling us to wear poppies are
often (though not always) unconditional supporters of British militarism. If
your family or community has been abused, maimed or killed by an army supported
by poppy wearers then naturally you’d feel that you were not part of the same
society that has institutionalised support of the poppy.
But it depends on what the poppy
means to the wearers, of which I am one. The thought that my wearing the poppy
signifies support for an increasingly jingoistic war machine disgusts me. It is
also obscene for a poppy to be used as a weapon by ultra-British nationalists
as a weapon to beat everyone else into fealty to “our boys” and “our
country”. This was a feature of British
nationalism in Ireland for many years and sadly it seems to be seeping “over
the water” as Bullingdon-led Britain seeks to ensure that near worship of the Union
Jack becomes a prerequisite to being considered a ‘good citizen’.
I don’t wear my poppy for those
cynical hypocrites most of whom, tellingly, have never seen battle in their
lives. To me the poppy symbolises not
just remembrance of loved ones passed but also of wanton waste of life, the
folly of war and the need to never again let a generation of the world’s youth
be buried in mud in another land far from home in pursuit of imperial aims. When
I wear my poppy I am thinking of poor terrified young men being forced over the
top to near certain death at the behest of a class who seemed to glory in war
like it was a game.
I’ve no beef with being British.
Several close relatives of mine, generations in fact, have served in British
forces. Those I was fortunate to know personally were thoroughly decent men who
believed they were making the world better. They would not be approving of this
co-opting of a symbol of remembrance for comrades and family being tainted as
it is now when it is used as pseudo-moralistic battering ram against people
reluctant to worship slaughter.
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