This is what did it for me. I mean, it was a very good way to learn about
race relations. In the first place, you could really see it plain if you
had any sense of fairness and if you weren't just under the total mercy
of your prejudices, you could see. And if you got to know any of these
men at all and there were some very nice guys, great guys, and there
were also a bunch of guys who were so alienated or
so coarsened by life that they were not admirable people at all. They
were people you wouldn't trust around the block, they would kill you it
they thought they could get away with it.
It was not the noble savage thing at all, but it was just the sheer human
experience of, "good God, how can these men stand it, why do they do
it?" Here they are being called on to follow the rules, shape up, be a
good soldier, work your ass off, be ready to die for your country and
then they would crap all over you without apology. "Not a single one of
you blacks bastards is good enough to be an officer even with your own
people. You don't get the Quonset huts, you stay in the tents and mud.
All the Quonset huts go to a white unit that landed yesterday even
though you have been here six months."
It has that kind of stuff, and I understood why they were bitter. The
amazing thing is that they functioned at all. The tendancy was for a lot
of them was to use passive resistance with their officers and that was
their way of retaliating. "What are you doing here, Jones? Didn't I
assign you to go over there and do that?" The response would be, "Naw
sir, boss, I don't know nothing about that," a bunch of
step-and-fetch-it kind of stuff but done very cynically. Sometimes—very
near insubordination—they all had techniques made to screw you good. The
whole idea was to drive you up the wall.
I just took a tack with these guys, I said, "Look, you are not
Step-and-Fetch-it, and I'm not Simon Legree, and this bullshit doesn't
go with me. Jones, you know you're suppose to be
over there. I know you were supposed to be over there, I know you've got
brains, I know you are not an idiot, so get over there and don't let me
catch you goofing off again." This worked pretty much, not with
everybody. It worked better than letting them suck you into playing your
role while they played their role. The role, you get tougher and meaner
and harder.
What a bunch of dumb bastards, these young white Yankee officers. They
would come to me and say, "I just want to tell you, Captain, that I feel
you got a bad deal and you're from Georgia, aren't you?"
I said, "yes."
"I just want to tell you that I understand how you people feel down there
and the first thing I'm going to do when I get out of here is get a
charter membership in a Kiu Kiux Kian."
I said, "look buster, you don't know anything about what I feel and I
don't want to know what your views are. I don't want to hear any talk
like that around here again. If you value your life, shut your mouth and
do your job and don't go in for any of this racist crap because you're
going to get killed." Some of them did, you know. It was not a smart
thing to do.
I didn't philosophize about it with anybody much except Gaylord Nelson.
He was my best friend over there.