TERORISME TRADISIONAL, BARU DAN HYBRID

 

             Fenomena terorisme yang masih terus berlanjut di tanah air memang sangat menyedihkan, walaupun pada sisi lain kita melihat bahwa banyak makna positif muncul dimana kita menjadi lebih sadar akan bahaya terorisme.   Bahkan seluruh kalangan masyarakat dari desa hingga kota, pemeluk biasa dan pemuka agama, kini semuanya meneriakkan yel-yel anti terorisme.    Namun timbul pernyataan besar dalam diri kita pastinya.  Bila semua orang ramai-ramai menolak terorisme, mengapa aksi-aksi terorisme masih terjadi dan siapa dalangnya?   Karena mereka yang melakukan aksi terorisme belakangan ini adalah sosok-sosok yang hanya tahu sedikit dari pergolakan politik dunia,  jangankan ke Palestina atau Afganistan, bahkan pergi ke negara tetangga atau menjalankan umroh pun mungkin belum pernah.  Pasti ada satu atau beberapa orang di luar sana tentunya yang membuat para pemuda polos itu menjadi begitu dingin menjalankan aksinya.

Masyarakat awam pasti masih menerka-nerka tentang trend terorisme yang sedang terjadi, apalagi semua pihak ramai-ramai cuci tangan.  Namun bagi mereka yang sudah lama mengamati perilaku terorisme, pasti dengan cepat menemukan satu simpul dari semua kejadian itu.  Saya bisa katakan bahwa trend terorisme di Indonesia tidak jauh panggang dari api dan masih “copy and paste” dari trend terorisme sebelumnya.  Maka pada kesempatan ini, saya akan mengulas tiga pola yang pernah dan sedang diadopsi oleh organisasi terorisme di Indonesia dalam tiga gelombang perubahan, yaitu pola tradisional, baru dan hybrid.

Terorisme tradisional secara umum ditandai dengan adanya kelompok dengan personel dan komando yang jelas, organisasi sistem piramid-hirarkial, aktor terlibat secara penuh mulai perencanaan sampai ploting target, pemilihan target sangat selektif, operasi serangan dengan cara konservatif dan organisasi yang melaksanakan mengklaim atau mengakui perbuatannya.  Terorisme model ini terjadi pada masa sebelum gencar-gencarnya operasi terorisme pasca 9/11, dimana kita mengenal nama AL-Qaeda dan Jamaah Islamiyah (JI).   Ketika masa jayanya Osama Bin Laden, banyak organisasi teroris termasuk JI berupaya merangsek ke Afganistan untuk mendapat restu, berafiliasi atau mendapatkan dukungan dengan Al-Qaeda. Pada model ini, keuntungan yang didapat adalah kemudahan dalam menggalang dana dan kemudahan mengorganisir serangan berskala besar.   Sebagaimana 9/11, Bom Bali I dan II, serta Bom J.W. Marriot I dan II, adalah produksi dari pola terorisme tradisional.  Karena serangan direncanakan dengan pengorganisasian, pendanaan dan perencanaan yang baik maka hasil serangan pun sangat dahsyat sebagaimana 9/11.  Namun demikian kekurangannya adalah ketika satu per satu sel-sel terorisme tertangkap atau terbongkar maka seluruh organisasi akan kolaps dan semua aktor lapangan hingga pimpinan global akan terendus.   Dan betul adanya,  jaringan Al Qaeda dan JI memang menderita karena tekanan aparat pasca 9/11.  

            Perubahan dari pola tradisional ke pola baru terjadi beberapa tahun pasca 9/11 atau untuk di Indonesia terjadi pada masa pasca Bom Bali I da II.  Ketika sel-sel dan beberapa nama aktor-aktor teroris dan jaringan terorisme global mulai terkuak,  maka koordinasi dan dukungan aktor lokal mulai tersendat, maka para teroris mulai mengeksplorasi pola baru yang ditandai dengan aksi-aksi terorisme yang mandiri, struktur organisasi yang terpisah (lokal dan linier), struktur yang tidak jelas, komando pengendalian yang tidak bersifat atas-bawah namun mendatar, antar kelompok sengaja bergerak terpisah dan memiliki nama-nama sendiri, sistem pendanaan atas usaha kelompok masing-masing atau bekerja-sama bila memungkinkan, target tidak harus ditentukan secara spesifik oleh sang pemimpin spiritual, dan tidak ada pengakuan publik atas aksi-aksi yang telah dijalankan.     

Kelemahan pola modern sampai sejauh ini adalah organisasi teroris lebih sulit untuk melancarkan serangan-serangan dalam skala besar karena setiap kelompok memiliki anggota, jaringan dan dana yang minim.  Sehingga secara umum terorism modern menghasilkan kuantitatif serangan yang lebih intens, sporadik karena setiap kelompok bergerak terpisah dan target terpisah, namun daya rusak menjadi menurun.    Dalam pola modern, hubungan antar organisasi bisa terjadi bila memang situasinya memungkinkan, namun secara umum organisasi teroris telah berubah menjadi grup-grup kecil yang beroperasi secara parsial.   Ketika pada masa jaya Al-Qaeda, Osama Bin Laden menjadi centre of gravity,
tempat mohon restu dan dukungan dana, maka pada pola modern ia hanyalah simbol perjuangan dan ideologi.   Hal ini bertambah nyata ketika Osama juga mulai menghilang di perbatasan Pakistan-Afganistan dan kehilangan kontak global.  Para teroris senior di masing-masing wilayah termasuk Indonesia, yang dulunya betul-betul memegang kendali organisasi, berikutnya hanya menjadi motivator atau simbol perjuangan sebagaimana Osama Bin Laden.  

Pola terorisme modern memunculkan fenomena baru bernama phantom cell network (jaringan sel hantu), leaderless resistance (tanpa pemimpin) dan lone wolver (serigala tunggal).  Konsepsi jaringan sel hantu terorisme adalah hubungan antar grup dilaksanakan dengan jalan sangat rahasia, tidak ada ikatan kelompok, struktur yang tidak jelas, namun tujuan ideologinya sama.   Konsepsi terorisme “tanpa pemimpin” bisa dikatakan sebagai teori motivasi, dimana sang pemimpin spiritual hanya memotivasi sosok-sosok yang dinilai sudah ikhlas untuk menjadi martir untuk menentukan dan menyerang targetnya sendiri.   Sosok-sosok tersebut akan digarap dalam pola hubungan yang dikesankan begitu religius, lalu diperlancar untuk mendapatkan dukungan logistik untuk menjalankan aksi-aksinya.  Sedangkan “serigala tunggal” adalah aktor-aktor yang telah termotivasi dan sanggup merencanakan dan mengeksekusi aksi terorisme secara mandiri. Dalam hal ini, status si aktor atau organisasi tidak terlalu penting, yang terpenting adalah terorisme terus berjalan, semakin banyak mendapatkan banyak kader dan serangan tetap berlangsung walaupun dalam skala kecil.  Tidak mengherankan bila menanggapi aksi-aksi para “serigala tunggal” belakangan ini, akan begitu mudah bagi sang aktor layar belakang untuk mengatakan tidak terlibat. 

Setelah pola terorisme baru, berikutnya dikenal pola terorism hybrid.  Sebagian ahli menjadikan pola terorism hybrid sebagai bagian pola baru dan sebagian lain menempatkannya dalam trend yang terpisah.   Dalam kamus Merriam-Wesbter, hybrid berarti “keturunan, varietas, spesies atau gere dari dua ragam budaya, asal atau komposit yang heterogen”.   Terminologi terorism hybrid yang paling banyak disepakati adalah versi Boaz Ganor yaitu “organisasi teroris yang menjalankan aksinya melalui kontes politik dan kekerasan”.    Pada konteks ini teroris akan menggunakan konsep operasional dalam multi-kharakter berupa instrumen organisasi politik yang sah, namun bisa memotivasi kekerasan lewat “phantom cell network”, berpura-pura membangun media pendidikan dan kesejahteraan, membeli simpati dan merekrut dengan paham appocalypstic (cepat atau lambat kiamat pasti datang) dan menyalurkan aspirasi perlawanan politik dan indoktrinasi lewat media.   Model operasinya pun dinamakan dengan operasi hybrid, yang saya istilahkan sebagai pernikahan silang dari pola lama dan baru, untuk menghasilkan hasil yang paling optimal untuk mencapai tujuan.  

Dalam berbagai studi, hasil pernikahan hybrid yang paling berhasil dari organisasi teroris adalah IRA (Irish Republican Army).  Ia meninggalkan aksi kekerasan, lalu berjuang total melalui ranah politik.   Sedangkan hasil yang gagal adalah yang memilih dua-duanya, satu tangan menggambarkan keinginan untuk memperjuangkan ideologi dengan pesan damai dan religius lewat partai, pada tangan yang lain mengesahkan cara-cara kotor yang diintepretasikan sepihak sebagai fa’i (pampasan perang) seperti penjualan narkotika, perampokan, pengeboman atau kejahatan internet (Arabinda Charya, 2009).   Sifat bermuka banyak (multi-faceted character) ini bisa terjadi pada siapapun yang sudah memeluk ideologi teroris, apapun agamanya dan statusnya dalam agama tersebut, bahwa para teroris saat ini memang sudah tidak lagi berideologi pada sebuah ideologi agama murni, namun telah memilih ideologi takfiry (David Kilcullen, 2009).  

Contoh dari terorisme hybrid yang gagal adalah pemerintahan Taliban, dimana setelah keberhasilannya memegang tampuk pemerintahan di Afganistan, masa itu adalah masa dimana organisasi tersebut memegang kekuasaan politik dan paling tepat untuk memperjuangkan kebesaran agama sesuai cita-cita mereka sebelumnya, namun kenyataannya pajak atas pertanian opium masih terus berlangsung dan produksi opium Afganistan justru berada pada titik paling tinggi (Moraya Ruehsen, 2007).

            Dari fenomena terorisme lama, baru dan hybrid di atas, kita bisa melihat bahwa semangat perlawanan para teroris untuk merendahkan ideologi demokrasi atau mempolitisasi isu-isu di negara lain melalui jalan-jalan kekerasan, tidak lagi berhulu pada fundametalisme agama melainkan pada ideologi mereka sendiri untuk menghalalkan hancurnya siapapun yang menghalangi.   Terorisme tradisional yang walaupun buruk tapi berwajah ksatria, kini telah berhati Sengkuni dan bermuka Rahwana.  Mereka mengubah sesuatu yang tidak masuk akal dengan berpura-pura religius merekrut para pemuda polos untuk memenuhi syahwat teror yang sudah menahun dalam dirinya.   

Kita semua tahu bahwa demokrasi Indonesia adalah bentukan yang baru tumbuh dan perlu waktu serta peran kita semua untuk menyempurnakannya.  Namun bukan berarti ideologi yang diusung para teroris itu bisa menjadi nilai yang lebih baik dan lebih menjanjikan dari yang sudah ada.   Sahwat teror adalah wujud kegagalan mereka dalam mengelola cita-cita.  Semoga masyarakat tidak tertipu dengan modus-modus terorisme, baik yang tradisional, baru maupun hybrid.  Mereka sama-sekali bukan perwujudan Islam yang sesungguhnya. 

 

Demokrasi, Keamanan, dan Kesejahteraan

GambarDjoko Suyanto ;  Menteri Koordinator Bidang Politik, Hukum, dan Keamanan
KOMPAS, 13 Desember 2012
 
 
 
Bapak Bangsa Mohammad Hatta pernah mengingatkan, ”Kemerdekaan Indonesia hanya bisa langgeng dalam demokrasi.”
 
Namun, jalan menuju demokrasi amat berliku. Indonesia telah menempuh riuh-rendahnya demokrasi sejak kemerdekaan dengan tatanan demokrasi multipartai, kegaduhan politik akibat model demokrasi ”populis-otoritarian” era Presiden Soekarno, hingga developmental-authoritarian era Presiden Soeharto.
 
Amartya Sen menegaskan bahwa ”Tak ada rakyat di negara demokrasi yang mengalami kelaparan”, tetapi kita juga tahu bahwa demokrasi tidak selalu memicu kemakmuran. Mungkin juga beberapa negara menjadi makmur tanpa demokrasi, tetapi saya yakin bahwa dengan semakin tingginya pertumbuhan ekonomi, semakin kecil kemungkinan arah negara menyimpang dari tujuan demokrasi.
 
Tertempa gejolak demokrasi pascareformasi, Indonesia telah menumbuhkan dinamika demokrasi paling vibrant di Asia Tenggara. Laporan The Freedom House tahun 2011 menyebutkan, masyarakat Indonesia adalah satu-satunya yang ”bebas” berdemokrasi di Asia Tenggara.
 
Ekonomi Maju
 
Dalam bidang ekonomi, Indonesia kini menjadi negara anggota G-20. Kemajuan signifikan sudah diraih jika membandingkan angka tahun 2000 dengan 2010. Pertumbuhan ekonomi kita naik rata-rata 5,2 persen setahun dan hanya kalah dari India dan China. Pendapatan per kapita naik dari 2.120 dollar AS menjadi 4.190 dollar AS.
 
Badan Pusat Statistik (BPS) juga melaporkan, penganggur bisa ditekan dari 12,63 juta (11,2 persen) menjadi 8,32 juta (7,1 persen). Penduduk miskin turun dari 47,97 juta (23,4 persen) menjadi 21,02 juta (12,5 persen). Jumlah kelas menengah naik dari 40 juta (19 persen) menjadi 130 juta (54,1 persen). Tingkat inflasi ditekan rata-rata menjadi 6 persen. Hal ini berkat pengelolaan ekonomi makro yang sehat disertai kebijakan pro-growth, pro-job, pro-poor dan pro-environment.
 
Agar bisa lestari, instalasi kepolitikan harus berpadanan dengan instalasi keamanan, sesuai konsep deklarasi HAM yang menempatkan kemerdekaan dan keamanan individu dalam satu kalimat. Artinya, pengelolaan keamanan harus memiliki relasi timbal balik dengan demokrasi. Maka jika bentuk dan karakter relasi negara dengan warga berubah di sektor keamanan, aparat harus mengupayakan pendekatan sosial dan hukum yang nonmiliteristik dalam penyelesaian konflik.
 
Upaya selanjutnya adalah pertama, sebisa mungkin mencegah konflik. Kedua, apabila telah terjadi konflik, pendekatan hukum dikedepankan. Ketiga, mendorong kesediaan saling memberi dan menerima untuk membangun kepercayaan. Keempat, mengaktifkan kepemimpinan di tingkat lokal. Kelima, manajemen pascakonflik untuk memelihara perdamaian dan mencegah keberulangan.
 
Penanganan Terorisme
 
Penting juga saya menyinggung peran demokrasi dalam penanganan terorisme di Tanah Air. Kurun 2000-2012 telah terjadi 234 tindak pidana terorisme. Selain program deradikalisasi dan kerja sama internasional, Indonesia juga memilih strategi penegakan hukum yang lebih sulit dibanding extrajudicial.
 
Untuk mengungkap terorisme, semua kasus harus dibuktikan secara hukum dan perlu cukup bukti untuk mendakwanya. Bukan hanya berani saat menangkap, pemerintah juga membebaskan mereka bila tidak cukup bukti. Inilah aplikasi demokrasi yang menjunjung hak asasi manusia. Hingga kini, 732 tersangka terorisme ditangkap.
Maka karakter demokrasi Indonesia adalah demokrasi yang mampu mentransformasikan konflik menuju konsensus dan perdamaian, demokrasi yang menyumbang harmoni. Indonesia yang demokratis, aman, dan kuat secara ekonomi, akan berkontribusi pada stabilitas dan harmoni kawasan dan dunia.
 
Indonesia dengan kemajuan ekonomi dan politik saat ini juga berperan aktif menyelesaikan masalah-masalah di ASEAN, termasuk Myanmar. Dalam KTT ASEAN ke-21 di Pnom Penh, Kamboja, Indonesia ikut mendorong lahirnya ASEAN Human Rights Declaration, berikut mendirikan ASEAN Institute for Peace and Reconciliation.
 
Kita semua telah memilih demokrasi sebagai jalan hidup. Agar praktik demokrasi semakin dewasa, ia harus berdampak positif bagi kualitas hidup rakyat. Untuk itu, dua hal penting perlu dilakukan. Pertama, demokrasi harus melahirkan institusi publik yang efektif dan bertata kelola baik. Kedua, demokrasi harus melibatkan partisipasi publik dalam pembentukan dan pengawasan kebijakan publik.
 

Demokrasi meniscayakan ruang dan kesempatan yang lebih luas untuk memperbaiki diri.

Napoleon Bonaparte’s Farewell Address to the Old Guard – April 20, 1814

Soldiers of my Old Guard: I bid you farewell. For twenty years I have constantly accompanied you on the road to honor and glory. In these latter times, as in the days of our prosperity, you have invariably been models of courage and fidelity. With men such as you our cause could not be lost; but the war would have been interminable; it would have been civil war, and that would have entailed deeper misfortunes on France.
I have sacrificed all of my interests to those of the country.
I go, but you, my friends, will continue to serve France. Her happiness was my only thought. It will still be the object of my wishes. Do not regret my fate; if I have consented to survive, it is to serve your glory. I intend to write the history of the great achievements we have performed together. Adieu, my friends. Would I could press you all to my heart.

The Prophet Muhammad’s Last Sermon on the Ninth Day of Dhul Hijjah 10 A.H. in the ‘Uranah valley of Mount Arafat’ (in Mecca).

After praising, and thanking Allah he said:

“O People, lend me an attentive ear, for I know not whether after this year, I shall ever be amongst you again. Therefore listen to what I am saying to you very carefully and TAKE THESE WORDS TO THOSE WHO COULD NOT BE PRESENT HERE TODAY.

O People, just as you regard this month, this day, this city as Sacred, so regard the life and property of every Muslim as a sacred trust. Return the goods entrusted to you to their rightful owners. Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you. Remember that you will indeed meet your LORD, and that HE will indeed reckon your deeds. ALLAH has forbidden you to take usury (interest), therefore all interest obligation shall henceforth be waived. Your capital, however, is yours to keep. You will neither inflict nor suffer any inequity. Allah has Judged that there shall be no interest and that all the interest due to Abbas ibn ‘Abd’al Muttalib (Prophet’s uncle) shall henceforth be waived…

Beware of Satan, for the safety of your religion. He has lost all hope that he will ever be able to lead you astray in big things, so beware of following him in small things.

O People, it is true that you have certain rights with regard to your women, but they also have rights over you. Remember that you have taken them as your wives only under Allah’s trust and with His permission. If they abide by your right then to them belongs the right to be fed and clothed in kindness. Do treat your women well and be kind to them for they are your partners and committed helpers. And it is your right that they do not make friends with any one of whom you do not approve, as well as never to be unchaste.

O People, listen to me in earnest, worship ALLAH, say your five daily prayers (Salah), fast during the month of Ramadan, and give your wealth in Zakat. Perform Hajj if you can afford to.

All mankind is from Adam and Eve, an Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab nor a non-Arab has any superiority over an Arab; also a white has no superiority over black nor a black has any superiority over white except by piety and good action. Learn that every Muslim is a brother to every Muslim and that the Muslims constitute one brotherhood. Nothing shall be legitimate to a Muslim which belongs to a fellow Muslim unless it was given freely and willingly. Do not, therefore, do injustice to yourselves.

Remember, one day you will appear before ALLAH and answer your deeds. So beware, do not stray from the path of righteousness after I am gone.

O People, NO PROPHET OR APOSTLE WILL COME AFTER ME AND NO NEW FAITH WILL BE BORN. Reason well, therefore, O People, and understand words which I convey to you. I leave behind me two things, the QURAN and my example, the SUNNAH and if you follow these you will never go astray.

All those who listen to me shall pass on my words to others and those to others again; and may the last ones understand my words better than those who listen to me directly. Be my witness, O ALLAH, that I have conveyed your message to your people”.

Patton’s Speech to the Third Army, D Day-1, June 5, 1944

“Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bullshit. Americans love to fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. You are here today for three reasons. First, because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones. Second, you are here for your own self respect, because you would not want to be anywhere else. Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight.

When you, here, everyone of you, were kids, you all admired the champion marble player, the fastest runner, the toughest boxer, the big league ball players, and the All-American football players. Americans love a winner. Americans will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win all of the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war; for the very idea of losing is hateful to an American.”

The General paused and looked over the crowd. “You are not all going to die,” he said slowly. “Only two percent of you right here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Death, in time, comes to all men. Yes, every man is scared in his first battle. If he says he’s not, he’s a liar. Some men are cowards but they fight the same as the brave men or they get the hell slammed out of them watching men fight who are just as scared as they are. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it takes an hour. For some, it takes days. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. Americans pride themselves on being He Men and they ARE He Men. Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. They are not supermen.”

“All through your Army careers, you men have bitched about what you call “chicken shit drilling”. That, like everything else in this Army, has a definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into every soldier. I don’t give a fuck for a man who’s not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn’t be here. You are ready for what’s to come. A man must be alert at all times if he expects to stay alive. If you’re not alert, sometime, a German son-of-an-asshole-bitch is going to sneak up behind you and beat you to death with a sockful of shit!” The men roared in agreement.

Patton’s grim expression did not change. “There are four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily”, he roared into the microphone, “All because one man went to sleep on the job”. He paused and the men grew silent. “But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did”.

The General clutched the microphone tightly, his jaw out-thrust, and he continued, “An Army is a team. It lives, sleeps, eats, and fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is pure horse shit. The bilious bastards who write that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know any more about real fighting under fire than they know about fucking!”

The men slapped their legs and rolled in glee. This was Patton as the men had imagined him to be, and in rare form, too. He hadn’t let them down. He was all that he was cracked up to be, and more. He had IT!

“We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world”, Patton bellowed. He lowered his head and shook it pensively. Suddenly he snapped erect, faced the men belligerently and thundered, “Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we’re going up against. By God, I do”. The men clapped and howled delightedly. There would be many a barracks tale about the “Old Man’s” choice phrases. They would become part and parcel of Third Army’s history and they would become the bible of their slang.

“My men don’t surrender”, Patton continued, “I don’t want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back. That’s not just bull shit either. The kind of man that I want in my command is just like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Luger against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand, and busted the hell out of the Kraut with his helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German before they knew what the hell was coming off. And, all of that time, this man had a bullet through a lung. There was a real man!”

Patton stopped and the crowd waited. He continued more quietly, “All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every single man in this Army plays a vital role. Don’t ever let up. Don’t ever think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain. What if every truck driver suddenly decided that he didn’t like the whine of those shells overhead, turned yellow, and jumped headlong into a ditch? The cowardly bastard could say, “Hell, they won’t miss me, just one man in thousands”. But, what if every man thought that way? Where in the hell would we be now? What would our country, our loved ones, our homes, even the world, be like? No, Goddamnit, Americans don’t think like that. Every man does his job. Every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important in the vast scheme of this war. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns and machinery of war to keep us rolling. The Quartermaster is needed to bring up food and clothes because where we are going there isn’t a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man on K.P. has a job to do, even the one who heats our water to keep us from getting the ‘G.I. Shits’.”

Patton paused, took a deep breath, and continued, “Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don’t want yellow cowards in this Army. They should be killed off like rats. If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the Goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave men. One of the bravest men that I ever saw was a fellow on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of a furious fire fight in Tunisia. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at a time like that. He answered, “Fixing the wire, Sir”. I asked, “Isn’t that a little unhealthy right about now?” He answered, “Yes Sir, but the Goddamned wire has to be fixed”. I asked, “Don’t those planes strafing the road bother you? And he answered, “No, Sir, but you sure as hell do!” Now, there was a real man. A real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds. And you should have seen those trucks on the road to Tunisia. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting all around them all of the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of those men drove for over forty consecutive hours. These men weren’t combat men, but they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it, and in one hell of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable.”

The General paused and stared challengingly over the silent ocean of men. One could have heard a pin drop anywhere on that vast hillside. The only sound was the stirring of the breeze in the leaves of the bordering trees and the busy chirping of the birds in the branches of the trees at the General’s left.

“Don’t forget,” Patton barked, “you men don’t know that I’m here. No mention of that fact is to be made in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell happened to me. I’m not supposed to be commanding this Army. I’m not even supposed to be here in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the Goddamned Germans. Some day I want to see them raise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl, ‘Jesus Christ, it’s the Goddamned Third Army again and that son-of-a-fucking-bitch Patton’.”

“We want to get the hell over there”, Patton continued, “The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple pissing Japs and clean out their nest, too. Before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit.”

The men roared approval and cheered delightedly. This statement had real significance behind it. Much more than met the eye and the men instinctively sensed the fact. They knew that they themselves were going to play a very great part in the making of world history. They were being told as much right now. Deep sincerity and seriousness lay behind the General’s colorful words. The men knew and understood it. They loved the way he put it, too, as only he could.

Patton continued quietly, “Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. And when we get to Berlin”, he yelled, “I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I’d shoot a snake!”

“When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a German will get to him eventually. The hell with that idea. The hell with taking it. My men don’t dig foxholes. I don’t want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don’t give the enemy time to dig one either. We’ll win this war, but we’ll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we’ve got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We’re not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we’re going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket. War is a bloody, killing business. You’ve got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it’s the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you’ll know what to do!”

“I don’t want to get any messages saying, “I am holding my position.” We are not holding a Goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy’s balls. We are going to twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all of the time. Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; like shit through a tin horn!”

“From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our people too hard. I don’t give a good Goddamn about such complaints. I believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder WE push, the more Germans we will kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that.”

The General paused. His eagle like eyes swept over the hillside. He said with pride, “There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again. You may be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in the great World War II, you WON’T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, “Well, your Granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana.” No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, “Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-Goddamned-Bitch named Georgie Patton!”

Ahh, I feel much better! See Ya!

Martin Luther King’s Speech “I Have A Dream” August 28, 1963

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check—a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God’s children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor’s lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

Abraham Lincoln: Gettysburg Address November 19, 1863

Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that “all men are created equal.”

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it, as a final resting place for those who died here, that the nation might live. This we may, in all propriety do. But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow, this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have hallowed it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here; while it can never forget what they did here.

It is rather for us the living, we here be dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.

General Douglas MacArthur’s Farewell Speech Given to the Corps of Cadets at West Point May 12, 1962

General Westmoreland, General Groves, distinguished guests, and gentlemen of the Corps. As I was leaving the hotel this morning, a doorman asked me, “Where are you bound for, General?” and when I replied, “West Point,” he remarked, “Beautiful place, have you ever been there before?”

No human being could fail to be deeply moved by such a tribute as this, coming from a profession I have served so long and a people I have loved so well. It fills me with an emotion I cannot express. But this award is not intended primarily for a personality, but to symbolize a great moral code – the code of conduct and chivalry of those who guard this beloved land of culture and ancient descent. That is the meaning of this medallion. For all eyes and for all time, it is an expression of the ethics of the American soldier. That I should be integrated in this way with so noble an ideal arouses a sense of pride and yet of humility which will be with me always.

Duty, Honor, Country: Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying points: to build courage when courage seems to fail; to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith; to create hope when hope becomes forlorn. Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of diction, that poetry of imagination, nor that brilliance of metaphor to tell you all that they mean.

The unbelievers will say they are but words, but a slogan, but a flamboyant phrase. Every pedant, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and, I am sorry to say, some others of an entirely different character, will try to downgrade them even to the extent of mockery and ridicule.

But these are some of the things they do. They build your basic character. They mold you for your future roles as the custodians of the nation’s defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid.

They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words for action; not to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those who fall; to master yourself before you seek to master others; to have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness; the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.

They give you a temperate will, a quality of imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, an appetite for adventure over love of ease. They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in this way to be an officer and a gentleman.

And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead? Are they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of victory?

Their story is known to all of you. It is the story of the American man at arms. My estimate of him was formed on the battlefields many, many years ago, and has never changed. I regarded him then, as I regard him now, as one of the world’s noblest figures; not only as one of the finest military characters, but also as one of the most stainless.

His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen. In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty, he gave all that mortality can give. He needs no eulogy from me, or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy’s breast.

But when I think of his patience under adversity, of his courage under fire, and of his modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into words. He belongs to history as furnishing one of the greatest examples of successful patriotism. He belongs to posterity as the instructor of future generations in the principles of liberty and freedom. He belongs to the present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements.

In twenty campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a thousand campfires, I have witnessed that enduring fortitude, that patriotic self-abnegation, and that invincible determination which have carved his statue in the hearts of his people.

From one end of the world to the other, he has drained deep the chalice of courage. As I listened to those songs of the glee club, in memory’s eye I could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs on many a weary march, from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle deep through mire of shell-pocked roads; to form grimly for the attack, blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of God.

I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and sweat, and tears, as they saw the way and the light.

And twenty years after, on the other side of the globe, against the filth of dirty foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts, those boiling suns of the relentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms, the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle trails, the bitterness of long separation of those they loved and cherished, the deadly pestilence of tropic disease, the horror of stricken areas of war.

Their resolute and determined defense, their swift and sure attack, their indomitable purpose, their complete and decisive victory – always victory, always through the bloody haze of their last reverberating shot, the vision of gaunt, ghastly men, reverently following your password of Duty, Honor, Country.

The code which those words perpetuate embraces the highest moral laws and will stand the test of any ethics or philosophies ever promulgated for the uplift of mankind. Its requirements are for the things that are right, and its restraints are from the things that are wrong. The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training – sacrifice. In battle and in the face of danger and death, he discloses those divine attributes which his Maker gave when he created man in his own image. No physical courage and no brute instinct can take the place of the Divine help which alone can sustain him. However horrible the incidents of war may be, the soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his life for his country, is the noblest development of mankind.

You now face a new world, a world of change. The thrust into outer space of the satellite, spheres and missiles marked the beginning of another epoch in the long story of mankind – the chapter of the space age. In the five or more billions of years the scientists tell us it has taken to form the earth, in the three or more billion years of development of the human race, there has never been a greater, a more abrupt or staggering evolution. We deal now not with things of this world alone, but with the illimitable distances and as yet unfathomed mysteries of the universe. We are reaching out for a new and boundless frontier. We speak in strange terms: of harnessing the cosmic energy; of making winds and tides work for us; of creating unheard synthetic materials to supplement or even replace our old standard basics; of purifying sea water for our drink; of mining ocean floors for new fields of wealth and food; of disease preventatives to expand life into the hundred of years; of controlling the weather for a more equitable distribution of heat and cold, of rain and shine; of space ships to the moon; of the primary target in war, no longer limited to the armed forces of an enemy, but instead to include his civil populations; of ultimate conflict between a united human race and the sinister forces of some other planetary galaxy; of such dreams and fantasies as to make life the most exciting of all time.

And through all this welter of change and development your mission remains fixed, determined, inviolable. It is to win our wars. Everything else in your professional career is but corollary to this vital dedication. All other public purpose, all other public projects, all other public needs, great or small, will find others for their accomplishments; but you are the ones who are trained to fight.

Yours is the profession of arms, the will to win, the sure knowledge that in war there is no substitute for victory, that if you lose, the Nation will be destroyed, that the very obsession of your public service must be Duty, Honor, Country.

Others will debate the controversial issues, national and international, which divide men’s minds. But serene, calm, aloof, you stand as the Nation’s war guardians, as its lifeguards from the raging tides of international conflict, as its gladiators in the arena of battle. For a century and a half you have defended, guarded and protected its hallowed traditions of liberty and freedom, of right and justice.

Let civilian voices argue the merits or demerits of our processes of government. Whether our strength is being sapped by deficit financing indulged in too long, by federal paternalism grown too mighty, by power groups grown too arrogant, by politics grown too corrupt, by crime grown too rampant, by morals grown too low, by taxes grown too high, by extremists grown too violent; whether our personal liberties are as firm and complete as they should be.

These great national problems are not for your professional participation or military solution. Your guidepost stands out like a tenfold beacon in the night: Duty, Honor, Country.

You are the leaven which binds together the entire fabric of our national system of defense. From your ranks come the great captains who hold the Nation’s destiny in their hands the moment the war tocsin sounds.

The long gray line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses, thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor, Country.

This does not mean that you are warmongers. On the contrary, the soldier above all other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: “Only the dead have seen the end of war.”

The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old have vanished – tone and tints. They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were. Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen then, but with thirsty ear, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. But in the evening of my memory I come back to West Point. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Duty, Honor, Country.

Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps.

I bid you farewell.