Should More of the Blood Be on the Train Tracks?

At this year’s Veterans For Peace convention in Miami, VFP President Leah Bolger challenged members to take risks: “Many of you have risked a lot for war.  What will you risk for peace?”

One VFP member, S. Brian Wilson, gave his legs and part of his skull for peace.  It was 1987, and the U.S. military was shipping weapons to port, in order to ship them to El Salvador and Nicaragua, where they would be used to slaughter the people of those nations, where, in Wilson’s words “In one country, we supported a puppet government against a people’s revolution; in the other, we supported a puppet revolution against a people’s government.”

Wilson had decided that his own life was not worth more than the lives of non-Americans, that they were losing their lives and limbs as a direct result of our inaction, and that he had a moral responsibility to act.  Wilson and others sat down on a train track in front of a train full of weapons.  The train usually traveled at 5 miles per hour.  The train would stop.  The protesters would be removed from the tracks.  That was the standard practice, and that was the law.  But that’s not what happened the day Wilson lost his legs.

It seems that the military had decided that nonviolent protesters did not exist, that everywhere in the world the only tool available was violence.  Therefore, Wilson must be a violent terrorist.  Therefore, he and his companions must be planning to jump aboard the train.  Therefore, the train must speed up and stop for nothing and nobody.  That was the order given.  The other protesters moved out of the way in time.  Wilson, sitting cross-legged, could not.  The train ran him over.  And then the men driving the train sued Wilson for causing them to suffer post traumatic stress.

But something else happened too.  Hundreds of people ripped up the track and built a monument out of the railroad ties.  People formed blockades of trains on that track for years to come.  Every train and nearly every truck was blocked until January 1990.  Celebrities showed up and held rallies.  Ronald Reagan’s daughter wrote a kind letter to Wilson, as did professional sports teams and other big whigs congratulating him on his courageous stand.  And similar actions sprang up around the country.  Visiting Nicaragua, Wilson was treated as a national hero.

But Wilson is from our nation, and he’s a global hero.  Probably his most valuable act, however, has been performed behind a keyboard. Blood on the Tracks: The Life and Times of S. Brian Wilson, with an introduction by Daniel Ellsberg, is an epic.  This is the long and careful transformation from an eager soldier accepting of rightwing dogma to a principled and courageous advocate for peace and ecological justice.  Wilson now strives to live sustainably, and brings the reader to question not only the paying of war taxes but the consumption of corporate products generated by the cruel threat of force in foreign lands.

“One day,” Wilson writes, “the corporations that allow and often enable terrorism in countries like Colombia will be pushed out of those countries.  We will no longer be able to buy one-dollar Cokes or ninety-nine-cent-a-pound bananas.  Maybe when that day comes, we will finally realize that we do not even desire cheap goods at the cost of others’ lives.  Maybe we will finally realize that we all share a common humanity.”

Wilson’s book is a tour, with him, of much of the world, from the killing he participated in in Viet Nam, to that he has tried to prevent in Latin America, Palestine, and elsewhere.  It’s a philosophical journey, through the course of which Wilson learns much from the people he is trying to help.  The Zapatistas, the Cubans, and others are not just victims of imperialism, but pioneers in sustainable (and enjoyable!) living.  If that idea strikes you as crazy but you’re willing to consider a careful argument from someone who began far to your right and doesn’t change easily … or if the idea strikes you as plausible and you like to see it laid out in a very human story … either way, you can’t do better than to read “Blood on the Tracks,” and perhaps we as a people — and I mean the human people, not the people of some nation — would be better off if a little more of the blood we are still spilling in such great quantities were spilled on railroad tracks for peace.

David Swanson is an anti-war activist and blogger at War Is a Crime. Read other articles by David.