When Cultural Awareness is a Weapon Wasted
In conventional warfare, cultural awareness ranks considerably lower than superior firepower. In unconventional conflicts, it’s the opposite side of the same coin. The U.S. military has ignored it three times in the last thirty years, with a variation of the same negative result each time.
But don’t take my word for it. Baktash Ahadi, who worked with U.S. Special forces for two years as a combat interpreter wrote in the Washington Post: “…the front-line troops were given zero training in cultural literacy.” They left their sunglasses on when talking to Afghan villagers, “a clear indication of untrustworthiness in a country that values eye contact.” They also sometimes approached and spoke directly to women in villages, “violating one of rural Afghanistan’s strictest cultural norms.”
KNOWLEDGE GONE TO WASTE
Before the U.S. Marines deployed in Somalia, I met an ex-British army officer who had trained a Somali battalion to fight for the British army in World War II. He spoke fluent Somali, had worked for the UN and knew the main warlords personally.
I also interviewed an American-educated Somali professor who was an expert on the clan system, and the role and effects of the ubiquitous drug qat.
Both had offered to pass on their knowledge to incoming troops. The military expressed no interest.
The late, great CBS correspondent Bob Simon was on a ship with the Marines as they prepared to “storm the beach” at Mogadishu. He described the atmosphere as being “pumped like it was Iwo Jima Two”. The Marines thought lights on the beach were “the enemy”. In fact, they were attached to the cameras of U.S. and other TV crews.
SIGN LANGUAGE ILLITERACY
In Iraq, military convoys barged their way through traffic. The last vehicle had a huge sign on the back which read (in English and Arabic) variations of: “Keep Back 100 Yards. Lethal Force Authorised”.
A soldier in a convoy I was traveling with held up traffic at a crossroads by raising a clenched fist, military sign language for “Stop and Hold”.
In the Arab world, the polite way of doing that is fingers and thumb together, palm up, meaning; “Wait a minute, please”. A clenched fist signifies aggression. None of the troops knew that.
It was, an Iraqi translator told me; “One of many things they do not understand about us.”
THE WRONG MESSAGE
A mantra of the U.S. military is, understandably, “Force Protection”.
What Iraqis, Somalis and Afghans think about it hasn’t been tested in opinion polls. But in Afghanistan, just how seriously the Americans take it was made clear every time they went “outside the wire”, meaning anywhere beyond their secure base perimeters.
Former CBS News cameraman Nick Turner summed it up in an account he wrote after an “embed” with a patrol near Jalalabad in 2012.
We left at dawn in four massive MRAPS (mine resistant armoured personal carriers) mustard coloured, the wheels as tall as me, a boat-shaped hull to deflect blasts, inches of steel, a wire net overcoat to deflect grenades, great hydraulic steel steps. It’s cramped inside; mysterious panels, air conditioners, radio boxes, and every schoolboy’s dream, a joystick for the remote-controlled machine gun mounted on the roof tied to a camera for the operator. (I may sound like I’m drooling over boys’ stuff, but I have to describe it to show the complete failure of the NATO mission).All this to protect the soldiers from the people they are trying to help.
As we left the barracks, we were joined by nine more even wilder machines — MRAPS with giant flails, robotic diggers and radio jammers to check for roadside bombs. Thirteen $2‑million+ vehicles with 55 soldiers to escort one doctor, two engineers, and a camera crew thirty miles to look at a wall being built with US taxpayers’ money. We drove a few miles along the main road towards Pakistan and then on gravel roads along eucalyptus- lined canals, through almond groves and massive onion and watermelon fields. It took us four and half hours, stopping to investigate every scrap of rubbish, stop every oncoming car or motorbike, stop at every irrigation pipe.
The countryside was crowded, as it can be in Afghanistan, and the commander barked at the gunner to zoom in on every child who stopped to stare.
The remote gun pans with the camera. Imagine how frightening that must be. In our isolated steel box, with a distant view through a slotted window of inch thick glass we froze in the air conditioning, I thought I would get hypothermia, or die of thirst, (nowhere to pee so nothing to drink.).
Finally, we reached the one donkey village where a wall was being built around a collapsing clinic, built in Taliban times in 2000. The clinic was shabbily run by the Ministry of Health, the new wall was paid for by USAID. The army engineer huffed and puffed over the quality of the mortar the builders were using, the doctor tried to get into the clinic only to be told it was shut for ‘renovation’. The local ‘doctor’ turned up, at least he was carrying a stethoscope, but he was not very convincing, especially as I later found him dozing behind the counter in the village pharmacy, the only shop with glass in the window. Pharmacist or doctor, he seemed ill-prepared for the questions.
No, he could not treat trauma. No, he could not deliver babies, but he could treat impetigo with gentian violet. I filmed it all, screaming with internal protest and despair at the pathetic and costly farce that was unrolling before us; the well-meaning lieutenant colonel, almost fatally sweating in his ninja turtle shell body armour, the patronising engineer telling Afghans how to build walls in a country that is nothing but walls.
But the worst was this awful bullying convoy of monstrous vehicles. What message was being given to the hundreds of villagers we passed? They would all understand the monumental amount of money this whole operation cost, simply to look at a wall.
How many Afghans would stand in the dust of a passing MRAP and believe that it was there for their good, and their own protection?
They all know that following along half a mile down the road is a Taliban in a pair of dusty sandals and a turban, sitting on a ten-year-old Chinese motorbike, ten times as scary and ready and prepared to die for Afghanistan, the man who will finally decide if the clinic stays open and if a midwife will be allowed to work there, American wall or not.
As Rudyard Kipling wrote in his poem “The Ballad of East and West”:
OH, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;”
Cultural awareness won’t win a war…but lack of it will help lose one.
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6 thoughts on “When Cultural Awareness is a Weapon Wasted”
I felt as if I was there Nick .. I also felt your frustration.
Excellent observations. I only wish that the people who are called on to comment on American TV were half as knowledgeable as the brilliant photojournalist Nick Turner. Everyday, the news coverage in the U. S. focuses on criticism of the Biden administration’s Afghan exit. After the suicide bombing, Biden’s critics charge that ‘blood is on his hands’. Other critics call for the firing or resignations of the SecDef and Chair of the Joint Chiefs, men who have put their lives on the line for decades in service to America. May I state the obvious? Biden has been in office seven months. I think his critics should take a broader view — a look at the history of American interventions in Vietnam and Iraq, for instance. Those missions, like our foray into Afghanistan, which began with predictions of American victory, sadly, cost lives and yielded little benefit to America’s security interests. But, those wars did produce billions in profits for America’s military-industrial complex. Perhaps, at the end of the day, in all of these misadventures, money, not democracy, was the prime motive ( see President Dwight David Eisenhower’s prophetic warning — https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gg-jvHynP9Y ).
Well put Randall.
The lack of empathy and understanding is the root of all the problems we face. Every war I covered was the same in that respect. We never learn. MY PTSD attests to it all.
i had a front-row seat to the “boys and their
toys” theory of fighting wars…in Vietnam the
united states neglected to realize that ho chi
Minh was actually a nationalist and that no
amount of shock and awe was going to defeat
his brand…darkening the skies with b‑52s
overwhelmed brightening the day with a bit of
cultural awareness…
i recall in December of 1990, a month before the
UN deadline for Saddam to withdraw from
Kuwait that Iraqis would ask me if America would attack…i reasoned that the US military
was being led by officers who had lost the
war in Vietnam, an indelible blemish on their
records and they were anxious to “field test”
an arsenal of new toys that had not yet been used in real-time…
Allen, you’ll recall that right to the end many
Iraqis doubted what would come…
we went right back to the theory of “destroying
the village in order to save it”…I’m not suggesting that saddam’s cultural awareness
of kuwait as a 19th iraqi province was correct…
I am suggesting that before we reach into the
toy box extraordinary time be given to
understanding the cultural differences that
populate the geo-political globe we inhabit…
yes, a full toy box is necessary today but before
we open it let’s stand back just a little longer…
recent adventures have produced what winners?
What’s the bet the lesson won’t have been learned when the next futile folly kicks off?