Nothing
It may be hard to believe now, but in 1970 the protest song “War,” sung by Edwin Starr, hit number one on the Billboard
Hot 100 chart. That was at the height of the Vietnam antiwar movement
and the song, written by Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong, became
something of a sensation. Even so many years later, who could forget its
famed chorus? “War, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing.” Not me.
And yet heartfelt as the song
was then — “War, it ain’t nothing but a heartbreaker. War, it’s got one
friend, that’s the undertaker…” — it has little resonance in America
today.
But here’s the strange thing: in a way its authors and
singer could hardly have imagined, in a way we still can’t quite absorb,
that chorus has proven eerily prophetic — in fact, accurate beyond
measure in the most literal possible sense. War, what is it good
for? Absolutely nothing. You could think of American war in the
twenty-first century as an ongoing experiment in proving just that point.
Looking
back on almost 15 years in which the United States has been engaged in
something like permanent war in the Greater Middle East and parts of Africa,
one thing couldn’t be clearer: the planet’s sole superpower with a
military funded and armed like none other and a “defense” budget larger
than the next seven countries combined (three times
as large as the number two spender, China) has managed to accomplish —
again, quite literally — absolutely nothing, or perhaps (if a slight
rewrite of that classic song were allowed) less than nothing.
Unless, of course, you consider an expanding series of failed states, spreading terror movements, wrecked cities, countries hemorrhaging refugees and the like as accomplishments...
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