Brian Willson came here five years ago on a speaking tour
for Blood on the Tracks, his
autobiographical account of conversion to peace activism that he sub-titled A Psychohistorical Memoir. In the first
chapter "All American" he relates his rural apple-pie upbringing and his
blossoming as a scholar-athlete. The book follows his enlistment and assignment
to on-the-ground intelligence assessments for the Air Force in Vietnam. His
revulsion at the wanton and sometimes deliberate destruction of non-combatants
in the war led to his being transferred out-of-country with an "attitude
problem."
Brian Willson on the tracks, 1987 |
He referred to learning from his experiences with the Sandinista peasants in the Nicaraguan revolution that "dignity trumps longevity."
* * *
I come from a family of career military officers who could
have applied these words to their own world. My father and two of his brothers received the
Purple Heart for battlefield wounds during World War II. Cadet Roger Ray and LT John Ray, December 1941 |
Six months after this photograph was taken they lost their older
brother Martin in the Pacific. The citation on his award of the Navy Cross for
gallantry commended his "extraordinary heroism and extreme disregard of
personal safety as Engineer Officer of
the U. S. S. Hammann during action against Japanese forces...." Roger was
badly wounded in the invasion of Normandy and John in the Battle of the Bulge.
Along with their Naval brother Alan they maintained a lifelong perspective of
paying the price for peace.
I will have all these decent courageous men in mind when I
watch the film this Sunday at the Cape Ann Cinema. Besides his sacrifice, I
will be appreciating Brian's call to nonviolence and the tireless
transformations to which he has devoted himself.
The producers of the film have engaged testaments of
solidarity from many of the most noted peacemakers of our generation.
Chick Marston on left, 1967 |
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