As most of the people who read this blog are aware, I have been reading the new Jon Krakauer book, “Where Men Win Glory”, an in-depth account of the life of Pat Tillman. It is a fascinating book, obviously endowed in large part by the fascinating subject that Pat Tillman was. The book is both terribly tragic and terribly inspiring and it paints a picture of a complex man whose legacy has been largely shaped by people who had never met him. Krakauer’s reputation of accuracy and character development hold strong and what remains is a complete and honest portrayal of a remarkable man – one certainly worthy of a book. It is comprised of his journal entries, in-depth interviews with the people who knew him best, and interviews of eye-witnesses to the many phases of his life. While the book is essentially the story of a man, much of the focus is understandably on his participation and ultimate death in both the Iraq and Afghanistan wars.
I have acquaintences who are enlisted and have been deployed to battle. Thankfully, they have come back safe and frankly I have never had a conversation with them about their experiences, thoughts, or opinions. I have paid attention to the war but only superficially. The occasional article, documentary, or news segment. The 344 pages of “Where Men Win Glory” changed this though, giving me a human face to attach to the continuing conflict.
This got me thinking about how funny human nature is; that nothing becomes real until we experience it ourselves or through someone we feel close to. We formulate opinions with no true insight or experience yet we rigidly hold those opinions as fact – that is until someone close to us proves us wrong. I had my opinions on the war but the truth is that like so many others my opinions were based on assumptions and minimal knowledge. While I am opposed to war in general, I was exceptionally opposed to this one, a fact owing more to my own beliefs regarding the men in Washington who were pushing the war than any true understanding of the argument. I am not going to go into whether or not this book changed my position on this war (it did not). My blog entry goal is instead to discuss the thoughts I had as I closed the book and reflected upon what I had learned.
I am ashamed to discover how guilty I am of intellectual laziness. I took the easy way out, turned a few feelings into foundational assumptions, and put it to bed. We all do this I know, but this book reminded me that we can all be slapped in the face when and if we come across a human objection to our world view. We oppose illegal immigration until we meet an illegal immigrant and discover how honest, hard working, and genuine they might be. We oppose gay marriage until we meet our gay son’s boyfriend. We oppose stem cell research until one of our beloved is diagnosed with Alzheimers. The scary part of this is that most of us truly live our lives untouched by the very causes we fight for. We live in our safe bubbles avoiding the very experiences that could perhaps provide meaningful insight into the opinions we hold. I wonder how many people who fight on either side of the abortion debate have actually have been touched by abortion. Or how many people supporting or opposing a war have experienced it in a capacity deeper than print or visual media.
I understand the roots of this behavior. It is human nature to want to take sides and formulate opinions. Furthermore, policies cannot be established that take into account case-by-case basis’. And so we simplify, assume, extrapolate, and synthesize and eventually create our own beliefs based on what comes out. We carry along content and confident in our worlds so sure that our side is righteous. And then sometimes our world gets shaken – someone or something close to us comes and points out to us that that which we thought we knew is in fact far more complicated then we ever cared to discover. Some of us learn from this and we take our next steps in life far more curious, open-minded, and inquisitive than ever before. But many others do not learn this lesson. They remain detached and confident in their other views – certain that those assumptions are still fact despite evidence otherwise.
If nothing else this book reminded me that we do not know all that we think we do. We humans have been blessed with tremendous intellect and what I believe we owe in return is a commitment to challenge, question, explore, and learn. To never settle on opinions because we have seen a few supporting pieces of evidence. The world is an exceedingly complex place and it is increasingly difficult to fight the urge to make things black and white – it makes that complexity seem less daunting. But I hope we can all recognize that this results in flawed decision making and more importantly that someday we may find ourselves proven wrong by the very people and things closest to us. Pat Tillman unfortunately gave his life to learn this lesson. With any luck his story will prevent more from the same fate.



