Nonviolence versus Violence
THE POWER OF LOVE
What can nonviolence say to violence?
OVER EACH OF the past
five years I’ve had the unusual experience, for a Quaker pacifist, of being
asked to address 400 senior military officers at the Joint Services Command
& Staff College, Britain’s foremost school of war. Typically I arrive at
Shrivenham the night before and dine with army brigadiers, wing commanders and
naval commodores. The next morning I share a platform, and twice now it’s been
with Lord Deedes, the retired editor of the Daily
warms things up nicely as he tells the brass, assembled from sixty different
countries, about the virtues of fox hunting! “You see, it gives a young man an
eye for country,” he says, “and if you’re going to run a tank through a
battlefield, you need to develop a good eye for country.”
job is to follow that! “Ladies and Gentlemen,” I begin diffidently. “I am
the sort of person you’re more likely to meet on the other side of one of your
fences at Faslane – or, if you are very unlucky, perhaps through a hole in one
of your fences!”
The place erupts with
laughter and a buzz comes into the air. You can palpably feel the metaphorical
“tally ho!” as 400 uniformed riders surge forwards after their darting
my brief is to speak about ‘the influence of non-governmental organisations on
government’: I’m here to share case studies of campaigning, like
Scottish land reform and the anti-corporate battle that stopped the Harris
super-quarry. But really, I’ve come to talk about what’s deep behind the
lines on that long front that is about peacemaking in a world of fractured
social and ecological justice.
here to make us think,” says the Course Director. “We’re all here because
we want peace. Our men and women seek peace just as deeply as you do. The
challenge is how you achieve it.” Well, just as the Countryside Alliance
maintains that the fox only survives because the farmer gives it cover, so many
of the military think that pacifism only thrives under the protection of their
time and time again I get told, “We need
people like you to remind us of the limits.” And that’s what makes this
exchange so interesting. You wouldn’t think the military would care much about
what peace campaigners think, but many do. Their implicit objective is to emerge
from the chase re-assured that, even if they are ‘sinners’, they are
MY OBJECTIVE IS to show
that nonviolence is a force for change that engages effectively with power but
has nothing in common with cowardice. I reciprocally let them challenge my
comfort zones, conceding that, yes, it is just possible that we are all
occupying different posts on a long front that’s about peace. It’s just
possible that without their ‘not-in-my-name’ nuclear umbrella, the freedom
to challenge their ethics would never even have arisen.
knows, maybe in the deep and mysterious working of things, the world needs both;
the fighters and those who are totally committed to non-violence. Maybe
there’s a more complex interplay between war and peace than meets the eye.
When the odd soldier comes up afterwards and asks if I think they should leave
the forces, I tell them what George Fox told fellow-Quaker, William Penn. Penn
was vexed as to whether he should continue wearing a sword. Fox counselled,
“Wear it as long as thou canst.”
we first joined the services it was simple,” many an officer has told me.
“The Russians were over there, we were over here, and it was our job to keep
it that way. Nowadays it’s often less clear what we might be fighting for.
That is why we’re open to people like you.”
cannot fail to be touched and impressed. These are people of dignity and
integrity. Yes, in the heat of war, decent people can do terrible things. But
the thrill of ‘having a go’ is not, quite emphatically, not, why ninety per
cent of them are here.
rapport builds and my presentation draws to a close, the missiles start raining
in. It’s a kind of friendly fire, but the metaphorical fox has to twist and
turn on his wits’ edge.
what would you do about weapons inspections?” asks a senior military
them to work first at Faslane – our own nuclear submarine base.”
“And Saddam?” demands an army major.
‘monster’‚ of our own making,” I suggest, adding, “But where were you
when the West armed him and he gassed his own people? What were you doing when
people like me were writing our Amnesty International letters to Number 10 and
getting fobbed off?”
what would you do if somebody attacked your home?” inquires a Kuwaiti naval
been there,” I’m able to say. “They cleaned the house out while holding a
knife to a friend sleeping downstairs with our children. If we’d kept a
revolver, as did many expatriates, she’d likely have got her throat slit.”
about rape?” asks a USAF pilot.
so I tell a real-life nonviolence story. It was 1985, and I was living in a
beautiful but violent third world country. I was close to the family of an
Australian history professor at the university - fellow Quakers. One night his
seventeen year-old daughter found her car surrounded. Fourteen young men from
the nearby squatter settlement abducted and gang-raped her.
the police would have sorted it out in eye-for-eye fashion. They’d have
trashed the squatter camp and beaten folks up. Not so on this occasion. The
daughter trenchantly asked her father to find a way that might ‘touch their
hearts”. Rape can only happen in the absence of empathy. The capacity to feel
has to be restored if the cycle of abuse is to be broken.
family asked the chief of police that there be no retaliation. The father and I
then walked into the squatter settlement and requested a meeting with its
leaders. They said they were really sorry about what had happened. It was hard
to control their young men who had become embittered by poverty and
hopelessness. They were relieved not to have been roughed up.
said that the girl wanted softening and not a hardening of hearts. She wanted
whatever, in their culture, would be an appropriate ceremony of confession and
it was that we subsequently stood at the university gates as the entire squatter
community turned out to apologise amidst much bearing of token gifts and beating
of drums. Fourteen young men headed the procession. Many had tears in their
eyes. They had not expected such humanity.
just knew that, whilst the re-offending rate might not be zero, it would be very
much less than had they been treated in kind. Hearts had indeed been touched.
It also suggests a very important contrast between violence and nonviolence.
They operate on different timescales. The logic of violence only makes any sense
in the short-run. Nonviolence, however, is a longterm and big-picture approach.
of the military just shrug off this sort of story. “I admire your courage,”
they’ll say, “but very frankly, I think you’re mad. Maybe in Heaven, but
it’s just not a realistic way to face the world.”
see that nonviolence is actually a different way of engaging with power. It’s
about the love of power yielding to the power of love. It’s ultimately about
preferring to die than to kill. It’s about saying, yes, you have a right
proportionately to retaliate in self-defence, but also, you have the option of
renouncing that right. We’re talking here about a power that may be greater
than coercive force or the psychology of fear. We’re talking about the
psychology of convincement. We’re talking, even, about the spirituality of
my experience, and I’ve now addressed in total some 2,000 senior officers, the
military can and do respect this. They can’t relate to cowards, but they do
have time for those who, like any true warrior, will look death in the jaws.
They too know that any fool can live in conflict but it takes guts to live in
conclude by emphasising that the similarity between us is a mutual willingness
to die for our beliefs. The difference, however, is whether we will also kill
IN MY LINE of work
as a writer and activist for social and environmental justice, I’ve several
times faced people who have threatened to kill me. It has been my experience
that if you seriously renounce the option of violence and don’t even prepare
for it, then a whole new range of tactics can come into play.
truth is that there’s nothing more disconcerting when trying to pick a fight
than being told, “Well, you can hit me if you must, but I won’t strike you
back.” It kind of puts the rationale of violence on to a wobbly. Violence, it
is true, only understands violence, and it gets confused and has to think twice
when faced with the opposite.
remember once sitting in Iona Abbey at the Tuesday night healing service.
Mindful of all the spiritual abuse that’s gone on in the name of religion, and
dubious of the hocus pocus that can surround ‘healing’, I sat diffidently at
the back. Nearby were two men, big guys: one, a white Glaswegian; the other, a
the first hymn, the Glaswegian started singing loud and erratically. When
silence fell, he took the opportunity to hurl obscenities, including some pretty
spot-on abuse about the hypocrisy of the institutional church. His embarrassed
American friend drew him outside. I followed them, conscious that the disturbed
guy had maybe come to the healing service because of mental illness. I went up
and said, “Look, if you’ve come for healing, go back in. There’s people in
there who’d help you.”
who the fuck do you think you are?” he said, spitting the words in anger and
agitation as he measured me up. Within minutes, he was challenging me to fight,
shadow boxing within a shave of my face to try and provoke an instinctual
response. He threatened to kill me and it really felt like he meant it: he
seemed crazy and strong enough to succeed.
managed to stand my ground. I told him he could strike if he wished, but I was
not going to reciprocate. I’d been bloodied like this before and could be so
again. At this point, something very strange happened in my consciousness. I was
pretty scared and increasingly out of my depth. But suddenly, it was as if a
wonderful force-field had swept down quite literally from the stars. It was like
some great scooping hand, and it was holding me now in a state of perfect
had an utter conviction that “all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall
be well,” no matter whether he attacked me or not. Had I been struck, I do not
think I would have felt the blow in a normal way, at least, not right then. The
answer that nonviolence offers to violence is not retaliation in kind, but the
taking on of suffering. However, as evidence from contexts like South Africa’s
Truth and Reconciliation Commission suggests, that suffering may, sometimes,
carry a transcendental reconciling property.
on, my would-be assailant ended up munching toast with Helen Steven, the Iona
Community’s Justice and Peace Worker, and playing Bach far into the night on
the Abbey piano. The next day he told her he had “never known such love”,
and had decided to join the Church.
do you know who that was, Alastair?” Helen asked me. “It was R. D. Laing,
the great but crazy psychotherapist!” Sure enough, an obituary in The
Guardian of 8th January 1990 reported, “There is disagreement over
Laing’s religious beliefs, and a clergyman at his funeral claimed that he
joined the Church in his last four years, which rather surprised his
I’M CERTAINLY NOT
suggesting that joining the institutional Church is the necessary objective of
nonviolence! Neither am I suggesting that my role that night was more than a
small part in a larger process, in which others like Helen played a much more
conclusive role. What I do suggest, however, is that nonviolence can open the
doors to experience and powers not normally of this world. There is a path here
that we discard at our peril.
should add, too, that in retrospect, I had probably been in no real danger. It
was just a real-life psychodrama such as Ronnie Laing, of The
Divided Self and Knots fame, was adept at
creating. Given his phenomenal psychological knowledge, he probably did a pretty
good job at making it more scary than the real thing! Whatever, the experience
certainly felt like a testing and it left me with something precious.
showed, and it has not for me been a unique event in this respect, that Mahatma
Gandhi was right when he said that nonviolence is an active and not a passive
Gandhi said that
‘Satyagraha’ as he called it, or ‘truth force’, is nothing less than the
sword of divine love. Nonviolence, then, is about seeing ourselves in true
relation to the whole, to the rest of life with which we are interconnected. If
violence is the absence of love, nonviolence is about the presence of
relationship. It is the means of connection with that which gives life.
of course, is why it’s hard to explain in prosaic language why nonviolence
matters and from where it derives its power. It’s why many of those who argue
for peace have difficulty in completing their arguments. The argument starts in
this world, but doesn’t end there. The suffering that we voluntary take on is
a birth pang, and you have to trust to life beyond life to get to full delivery.
You have to remember that the greater part of our being can never be killed, and
that God is always on the side of the suffering.
Jesus on his cross, like Gandhi hit by a fellow-Hindu’s bullet, many will lose
their physical lives through nonviolence. In this the risks are the same as
using violence. But equally, there’s mounting evidence that nonviolence can be
effective. Consider India’s independence struggle, the Philippines revolution,
the liberation of several former eastern-block countries and South Africa’s
Truth and Reconciliation Commission. All these demonstrate nonviolence as a
credible force in the face of tyranny.
back to the fox hunt. How ought we have dealt with Iraq? We should have refused
to appease death, and insisted only on actions that gave life. Saddam would have
gone the same way as other once-implacable dictators like Marcos and Ceausescu.
Yes, it would have meant massive suffering. But it would have avoided, as John
Major warned, setting the seeds of an ongoing Armageddon.
Alastair McIntosh is a Fellow of Edinburgh’s Centre for Human Ecology and author of Soil and Soul: People versus Corporate Power (Aurum Press). He will be teaching at Schumacher College (April 25 – May 14, 2004). For further information call: 01803 865934
Internet Users Please Note: The material on this page is original text as submitted to the publication stated beneath the title. As the editing process means that some parts may have been cut, altered or corrected after it left my hands, or I might have made minor subsequent amendments, or scanned material may contain scanning errors, please specify in citation “internet version from www.AlastairMcIntosh.com” as well as citing the place of first publication. Note that author particulars, including contact address(es) and organisational affiliations may have changed since first publication.
This material is © Alastair
McIntosh and any co-authors and/or first publishers. However (and without
prejudice to any legal rights of co-authors or the original or subsequent
publishers), I give my permission for it to be freely copied for non-commercial
educational purposes provided that due acknowledgement is given. Please advise
of any uses that might particularly interest me. For commercial enquires, please
contact original publishers and/or email me, mail@AlastairMcIntosh.com.
Thanks, folks, and enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!
To RETURN to any sub-index
from which you approached this page, click BACK on your web browser. To return
to my homepage, click “Home” above.
10 July 2003