A common theme throughout much of history has been the struggle between the rich and the poor, those who have and those who have not, and on and on. In contemporary politics global wealth inequality and related topics are very controversial issues, yet what fewer people take notice of is the inherent inequality of war. I find it amazing that people seem to have forgotten that wars are often used in a geopolitical game played by states on a grand scale. (Or at least they used to be.)

In Vietnam particularly people protested that young men–who were more often than not poor, and couldn’t secure medical or academic deferments–who didn’t really benefit one bit from U.S. involvement were essentially dying for cold financial wizards on Wall Street who controlled Washington politicians. Matt Damon’s breakthrough film Good Will Hunting is a good example of this kind of sentiment. Damon’s genius attracts the NSA, who in the late 1990s were apparently just code breakers, and a high level official asks him why he wouldn’t want to join this highly prestigious government agency.

Damon’s response, typical of those who opposed American involvement in Vietnam:

“Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.? That’s a tough one, but I’ll take a shot. Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army…

… in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’, “Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area” cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them when their number got called, cause they were pullin’ a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some kid from Southie takin’ shrapnel in the ass.

And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon.

And they’re takin’ their sweet time bringin’ the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin’ play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy’s out of work and he can’t afford to drive, so he’s got to walk to the fuckin’ job interviews, which sucks cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he’s starvin’, cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.

So what did I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better. I figure fuck it, while I’m at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.”

Pure beauty right there.

But what’s the alternative? Perhaps the character Matt Damon was playing would’ve empathized with the rebels fighting the pure fight, not for some lofty politician. Maybe he would say that war is terrible and should only really be started if there’s a true threat to national security. I’d like to think so, but that would be overly idealistic to really hope for. But hey, if that’s the goal, then why should we compromise?