Before I retired from the military and joined the civilian workforce, I mentally prepared myself for some adjustments. I wondered how I'd adjust to a slower, more forgiving pace. Or how I'd manage to get beyond that uneasy feeling we all have when the voice in our mind tells us that things are simply too quiet. However, as it turned out, the only real adjustment I had to make was one I had never considered: that people would now treat me differently based on what they saw.
While on active duty and in uniform, it wasn’t unusual for people to go way beyond the normal salutation to show their deference. In fact, I’d wager a bet that if I was approaching an entrance to a building and the person in front of me saw me coming, they’d hold that door for a good thirty feet or more before I made it to the door. They’d say "excuse me" if they stepped in front of me, or they’d walk behind, rather than between, me and a friend talking in the passageway. But the moment my uniform came off, people who had never met me before wouldn’t hold the door open for me if I was two feet behind them. They’d step on my shoes as they walked to their seat without so much as a whisper of “excuse me.” It made me realize the disappointing fact that, besides the lack of common decency in people these days, there is a very real bias in not simply what people see, but more importantly what they think and do. When I was in the military, I never questioned the boundaries of a friendship because of a person’s skin color, gender, religious beliefs, or some other ideology. Maybe I was naïve to think that because I didn’t see the differences between us, that those differences didn’t exist. Maybe the differences didn’t exist because our friendships were formed through common sacrifice and suffering. Assumptions about a person's sacrifice didn't have to be made because we all saw and understood the benefits of our communal effort. Suppositions about anything else a person may be were irrelevant; at least I thought they were. But now that I am no longer in the military I see those differences. And I’m forced to make assumptions, or at least have questions, that I never had before. When I was in the military, if I heard someone say they didn’t see color, I believed them. But now I don’t. I think many people do see color? And because of that, here’s the sad truth of what I think today when I see someone different than me: I think of someone who has likely experienced the ugly underbelly of our society many times in their life. I think of someone who has taught themselves (or has been taught by their parents) to deal with that prejudice. I also wonder how close our friendship can ever be? Will they judge me based on my color, or will they afford me a clean slate on which I can write the feelings in my heart? Do I even have the right to hope for that, let alone expect that grace from them? I truly hope we can move from the place we are today to a place where people don't cherry pick from studies to support a conclusion they have already reached. Where we share opinions with genuine give-and-take and a sincere desire to see both sides. I want ours to again be a society where people first seek to understand a difference, rather than criticize or ridicule that difference. I want people to hold the door for me again, not because I look the same as them, but because they don't notice I'm different.
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Peter J Bachand
7/6/2017 07:49:44 pm
Alan, having served with you as my XO in JOHN S MCCAIN, I may be biased because you and I had a connection. Both from blue collar backgrounds, Mom's were nursing, had Dad's who taught us to hunt, fish, trap and judge someone on their merits. When I was in boot camp in 1979, we had some racial tension. Boot camp is the ultimate mixing pot of backgrounds, cultures, economic status and a myriad of other things that made us "different". We had a sister company Company Commander come and talk to us. He asked a series of questions about where we all came from. In his question was every racial epithet that you could imagine. Then he calmly stated words to the effect of "if you are trapped in a burning or flooding space aboard a ship or wounded on the battlefield, do you really think that the color, race, religion of the guy coming to save you means ANYTHING? The simple answer was, no it didn't. He said we were all Shipmates. Of course there were a select few in our ranks who had been raised with twisted thinking who didn't grasp his powerful message. I did, and it served me well for 35+ years.
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Joe Johnson
7/6/2017 08:02:11 pm
I know what you're saying skipper. I think it's easier to accept people for who they truly are when you're dressed the same and you are all sailors and shipmates. I also believe it's become normal recently to freely voice your prejudices. It would be nice if we could all be nice to each other.
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Brian Cole
7/6/2017 08:04:38 pm
I had a Chief once tell us that there were no males, no females, no black, white, brown, yellow or red in the Navy. We were all sailors and we were all Navy blue. If we followed that philosophy, we'd all get along and get our job done. I lived that philosophy my entire time in the Navy and it served me well.
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Sam Howard
7/6/2017 09:16:39 pm
A hard reality that for many doesn't come into as sharp a focus as you've bring it here, Alan. Your nature as a gentleman did not appear when you took your commission but was integral to your character long before. Too many who ascended to senior rank or rate failed to recognize that courteous behavior of others in their presence was driven purely by respect for the uniform or office, perhaps in spite of the day to day behavior of the wearer. It's hard to give what you've never gotten and sadly, too many don't know what unsolicited decency from others looks or feels like. When we all freely give kindness and respect simply because we're in the presence of another human being, we all will receive it in equal or greater measure. A Fireman Recruit swabbing a P-Way or fellow Commissary shopper is just as entitled to what you describe as a Fleet Commander.
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Dave Manwiller
7/7/2017 09:03:20 am
Indeed you make many correct points. In 35 years teaching and coaching, color and race were never a consideration of my duties.(except where the state and fed required student identification by these)
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Jake Ross
7/7/2017 11:08:17 am
Alan,
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