Look how low we’ve come.
Is a reader preparing to hear a screed on female inadequency for tough fighting? Or a complaint concerning those who would deny women employment opportunity in our modern day and age?
No, not from me. My low is that in all the talk, I’ve yet to see someone begin to make a point, hold back, drop his or her head a bit, tighten the lips, work at control from the throat with a gulp, conceal the eyes by squeezing them shut, while knowing for sure that thousands and thousands of others are knowingly responding, pursing their lips at the sight, shaking heads from side to side, all of us lamenting that we are talking about such things, that we have not made human society so characteristically and securely peaceful that such an issue does not arise.
And for those who say, “But oh, we haven’t achieved peace, have we, and we need to be realistic,” I’d suggest that this is realistic, for until we want that peace so much that we do not only discuss it at every turn, but have all else framed within the determination for peace, our approach to the true issue here is sorely wrong-headed.
“Look how low we’ve come” has to do with the lack of effort. We get lost in talking about awkward bivouac accommodations for the con and persuasive arguments pro based on great tales of past female success in fierce fighting and the need for equal rights, etc. Alright, okay. Nor is it that I am demeaning the leaders who travel the world, sit at interminable negotiation after negotiation. What I am bemoaning is that our grit, the strength of our determined minds which could be a mighty mighty weapon for peace, our pursuit, which could put any smart bomb to shame, is not so intense and passionately driven that we cannot have this discussion concerning women in combat without contextualizing it inside our need and drive for peace, our imperative call to make human society characteristically and securely nonviolent.
My low is that we are not so profoundly peace-aspiring and peace-loving that we can’t stop talking about this hope—rather than hardly ever mentioning it. My dropped head and pursed lip is that this issue of women in combat is not a penny dropped on a rug in contrast to the nonviolent bomb after bomb of diplomatic resolve for peace we drop on our minds. Till our consciousnesses are spilling over, till there is a mighty mighty shared will, peace will remain a dream we can’t even remember upon waking… while Mothers will still look out their windows waiting, waiting, fathers dread the sound of the mail going in the box, and husbands and wives and children will yet receive those calls that makes them cry for the rest of their lives.
Look how low we’ve come.