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The Warrior Culture


By Barbara Ehrenreich


    In what we like to think of as "primitive" warrior cultures,
the passage to manhood requires the blooding of a spear, the
taking of a scalp or head. Among the Masai of eastern Africa,
the North American Plains Indians and dozens of other
pretechnological peoples, a man could not marry until he had
demonstrated his capacity to kill in battle. Leadership too in
a warrior culture is typically contingent on military prowess
and wrapped in the mystique of death. In the Solomon Islands
a chief's importance could be reckoned by the number of skulls
posted around his door, and it was the duty of the Aztec kings
to nourish the gods with the hearts of human captives.

    All warrior peoples have fought for the same high-sounding
reasons: honor, glory or revenge. The nature of their real and
perhaps not conscious motivations is a subject of much debate.
Some anthropologists postulate a murderous instinct, almost
unique among living species, in human males. Others discern a
materialistic motive behind every fray: a need for slaves,
grazing land or even human flesh to eat. Still others point to
the similarities between war and other male pastimes -- the
hunt and outdoor sports -- and suggest that it is boredom,
ultimately, that stirs men to fight.

    But in a warrior culture it hardly matters which motive is
most basic. Aggressive behavior is rewarded whether or not it
is innate to the human psyche. Shortages of resources are
habitually taken as occasions for armed offensives, rather than
for hard thought and innovation. And war, to a warrior people,
is of course the highest adventure, the surest antidote to
malaise, the endlessly repeated theme of legend, song,
religious myth and personal quest for meaning. It is how men
die and what they find to live for.

    "You must understand that Americans are a warrior nation,"
Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan told a group of Arab leaders
in early September, one month into the Middle East crisis. He
said this proudly, and he may, without thinking through the
ugly implications, have told the truth. In many ways, in
outlook and behavior the U.S. has begun to act like a primitive
warrior culture.

    We seem to believe that leadership is expressed, in no small
part, by a willingness to cause the deaths of others. After the
U.S. invasion of Panama, President Bush exulted that no one
could call him "timid"; he was at last a "macho man." The
press, in even more primal language, hailed him for succeeding
in an "initiation rite" by demonstrating his "willingness to
shed blood."

    For lesser offices too we apply the standards of a warrior
culture. Female candidates are routinely advised to overcome
the handicap of their gender by talking "tough." Thus, for
example, Dianne Feinstein has embraced capital punishment,
while Colorado senatorial candidate Josie Heath has found it
necessary to announce that although she is the mother of an
18-year-old son, she is prepared to vote for war. Male
candidates in some of the fall contests are finding their
military records under scrutiny. No one expects them, as elected
officials in a civilian government, to pick up a spear or a
sling and fight. But they must state, at least, their
willingness to have another human killed.

    More tellingly, we are unnerved by peace and seem to find
it boring. When the cold war ended, we found no reason to
celebrate. Instead we heated up the "war on drugs." What should
have been a public-health campaign, focused on the persistent
shame of poverty, became a new occasion for martial rhetoric
and muscle flexing. Months later, when the Berlin Wall fell and
communism collapsed throughout Europe, we Americans did not
dance in the streets. What we did, according to the networks,
was change the channel to avoid the news. Nonviolent
revolutions do not uplift us, and the loss of mortal enemies
only seems to leave us empty and bereft.

    Our collective fantasies center on mayhem, cruelty and
violent death. Loving images of the human body -- especially
of bodies seeking pleasure or expressing love -- inspire us
with the urge to censor. Our preference is for warrior themes:
the lone fighting man, bandoliers across his naked chest,
mowing down lesser men in gusts of automatic-weapon fire. Only
a real war seems to revive our interest in real events. With
the Iraqi crisis, the networks report, ratings for news shows
rose again -- even higher than they were for Panama.

    And as in any primitive warrior culture, our warrior elite
takes pride of place. Social crises multiply numbingly --
homelessness, illiteracy, epidemic disease -- and our leaders
tell us solemnly that nothing can be done. There is no money.
We are poor, not rich, a debtor nation. Meanwhile, nearly a
third of the federal budget flows, even in moments of peace,
to the warriors and their weaponmakers. When those priorities
are questioned, some new "crisis" dutifully arises to serve as
another occasion for armed and often unilateral intervention.

    Now, with Operation Desert Shield, our leaders are reduced
to begging foreign powers for the means to support our warrior
class. It does not seem to occur to us that the other great
northern powers -- Japan, Germany, the Soviet Union -- might
not have found the stakes so high or the crisis quite so
threatening. It has not penetrated our imagination that in a
world where the powerful, industrialized nation-states are at
last at peace, there might be other ways to face down a
pint-size Third World warrior state than with massive force of
arms. Nor have we begun to see what an anachronism we are in
danger of becoming: a warrior nation in a world that pines for
peace, a high-tech state with the values of a warrior band.

    A leftist might blame "imperialism"; a right-winger would
call our problem "internationalism." But an anthropologist,
taking the long view, might say this is just what warriors do.
Intoxicated by their own drumbeats and war songs, fascinated
by the glint of steel and the prospect of blood, they will go
forth, time and again, to war.