• Hearing the Little Voices, or Why History Matters

    July 26, 2014

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    From time to time we turn this blog over to a guest post. Today’s is by historian Daniel N. White.

    Why do we need to read history? Why does history matter? Because history helps us to hear the little voices, to discriminate among them, and to silence, perhaps, some of the more troublesome ones. And to act on those little voices, the right ones, when they tell us something important.

    For an explanation of this, let’s crack open my favorite novel, The Sand Pebbles, by Richard McKenna. You might have heard of it somewhere along the way; you might also have seen the 1968 movie, with Candice Bergen and Steve McQueen, which was a fairly decent film.

    The book is noteworthy because it is one of a scant handful of novels about machinery, written by an author who firsthand knew and understood the world of machinery. I’ve always been a sprockethead first class, so seeing machinery written about this well always appealed to me. The book also has passages of descriptive sociology and cultural anthropology of the first order running through it; particularly about the world of men. It is also the best book ever written about the below decks Navy—the U.S. Naval Academy at Annapolis thought so too and said so on the dustjacket when their press reprinted it some years ago.

    McKenna wrote this book after he retired after 20-something years as a torpedo mechanic in the Navy. Sadly, McKenna died way too young from a heart attack, shortly after this book’s publication.

    The Sand Pebbles is the story of a Caliban-like machinist’s mate in the China Fleet in the 1920s, back when the US, as well as the other Western powers, ran their warships up and down the major rivers of China. The protagonist, Jake Holman, is posted to the most obscure ship on the China Station, patrolling the far reaches of the Yangtze River. Once aboard, Holman makes it a point, as he always had done, to master every single aspect of the ship’s engineering spaces. The ship is a creaky old relic taken from Spain after the Spanish-American War of 1898, and it has a knock in the engine that has always been there and that has always defeated all prior repair efforts. The knock causes main bearing wear that in turn causes increased coal burning and regular major repairs to clean and re-clearance the ship’s crank bearings. Holman is driven to find out what the cause of the knock is, and to fix it.

    Early on in the book Holman is spending time in the ship’s bilges, sloshing around in the dirty bilge water, getting the rustproofing tar in his uniforms and skin and hair, staring at the huge pieces of rotating machinery just inches from his face, trying to figure out the problem.

    McKenna talks about all the little voices in the engine room around Holman, all the little noises of the machinery in operation, all its sights and smells, and how it is all a confusing welter of little voices, each trying to be heard. He can hear them, but he can’t hear the right one, on account of the crowded welter of them all, and his ignorance of what voice he should be listening for.

    Under the ship’s main crank spinning overhead, Holman sees a drop of oil on the engine soleplate, a drop of oil that expands and contracts regularly. All of a sudden, Holman recognizes that he’s seeing something important–this drop of oil, expanding and contracting, indicates relative movement in the soleplates, where they should be absolutely dead tight. Holman picks up a ballpeen hammer and beats on all the soleplate bolts, and discovers that many of them are loose.

    The light bulb goes off in Holman’s head–the soleplate bolts are loose, and the soleplates therefore are in misalignment, causing the rest of the machinery to be in misalignment, all on account of a long-ago grounding that bent the hull slightly. Making the soleplates true and tight to the hull will fix the problem that has dogged the ship’s engine for decades.

    McKenna goes on for a spell about the little voices in the passage that tells the above story. Anyone who has worked around machinery knows about those little voices, because they are always out there in machinery, telling you the machine’s story about what’s right and what’s wrong, and what you can do to fix it if it is broken. Anybody who is any good as a wrench, or e-tech, knows about the little voices and how important it is to listen for them. You don’t fix broken things very well without having an ear for the little voices, no matter how skilled you are as a technician. To be any good, you have to have the craft knowledge, the skills, AND the ear for the little voices.

    The story of Jake Holman in The Sand Pebbles is really the same story about us and history. History gives us, should we choose to use it, the ability to hear the little voices that tell us the key important facts about some big event going on around us, some big event that is surrounded by a huge welter of competing voices. And if we read history with a keen eye—if we listen to it with discriminating ears–we are far better able to pick out the right little voice out there from all the welter of them that explains things to us, and gives us, combined with our life craft-skills that we acquire as we live and learn, the ability to understand, and perhaps even fix, the problems in our world that bedevil us.

    Ace technicians, with a sure eye, ear, and feel for the little voices, are rare, as are ace historians, and ace political leaders. But we all can do better if we are aware of these little voices, and try at least to listen for them. And that is what the study of history is for.

    Here’s an example from our today. In our train-wreck of a war in Afghanistan, the Afghan National Army’s (ANA) troops, which the US military is training, sometimes turn sides and shoot the trainers—Green on Blue violence is what the Pentagon calls it. Shoot the trainers, and if they aren’t themselves shot, they then defect to the Taliban.

    Such attacks, according to the Pentagon, are unprecedented in human history. That’s rubbish. We only need look back to France’s war in Algeria (1954-62): to cock our heads and listen to the little voices of that war. Listen for that voice, and maybe heed it:

    One day in the war there was this French infantry patrol out in the bled (the deep countryside) that got fired on by someone hiding in an orchard just outside this small village. The French patrol returned fire, and a dead fellaga (FLN—Front National Liberation, the Algerian Muslims fighting for Algeria’s independence from France) fell from one of the trees. The members of the patrol went over to his body to investigate and discovered that the person who shot at them was a very old man, who had let fly at them with some antique muzzleloader. The soldiers went through his pockets, and found a Medaille Militaire in his pocket, from the old man’s First World War days in the French Army. Thumbing the medal, and looking down at the corpse of the dead old man, the Lieutenant said, “You know, there’s just something terribly wrong with this war, terribly wrong.”

    That fellaga, a combat veteran, knew what he was up against and what he was doing and how suicidal it was for him when he grabbed his muzzleloader and went to try and bag him a Frenchman. The obvious lesson was that the gig was up for France in Algeria, and that France had to leave. Even if that wasn’t quite clear yet to that Lieutenant. He, and most all of France, had not yet the ears to hear, even if the little voices were screaming it.

    In that war, there were dozens of instances of Algerian troops killing their French officers and NCOs while they slept and then deserting to the FLN—in at least one instance, a full company of men did.

    The French were deaf to what events like these were telling them about Algerie Francais. They refused to hear the little voices. We are equally deaf, and I’d say deliberately so in the Pentagon’s case, with what Green on Blue attacks are telling us about our war in Afghanistan.

    When the Pentagon claims these attacks are unprecedented, beyond human ken and understanding, they’re willfully refusing to pay any attention to the discordant voices of history. Anyone who has read anything about the French war in Algeria knows better about the lazy canards about Green on Blue put out by the Pentagon. Anyone who has read anything about counterinsurgency has read about that war, as the French were the foremost practitioners of counterinsurgency in the 20th century, and knows about the Algerian soldiers regularly mutinying and killing their French leaders and deserting.

    The gig is up for us in Afghanistan, and the American endeavor in that country is every bit as dead as Algerie Francais. That is clear and beyond refutation.

    That lesson should be obvious, if you know your history and understand the little voices studying it lets you hear. Few in this country have read any of that history, any history much period, and so we don’t hear those little voices, and so the problems we face remain beyond our ken to understand enough to fix. But Jake Holman heard those voices in the engine room, and he fixed that engine. But that’s another, absolutely great, story from that book that I’ll leave to you.

    This piece by Dan White originally appeared on The Contrary Perspective and is reprinted by permission because it is worth reading.




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    • Rich Bauer said...

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      07/26/14 4:15 PM | Comment Link

    • pitchfork said...

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      Holy mother of Mainbearings. Fantastic allegory! My dad would have appreciated it, as he was a flight mechanic and member of the PBY crew that discovered the Japanese fleet heading towards midway..and he was only 18 yrs old. My dad had been tinkering with engines since he was 6. In 1931, during Grapes of Wrath trip from Oaklahoma to Calif, at 11 years old, he had to makeshift a mainbearing for a Model T pickup, out of his leather belt, and change it in the middle of the Mohave dessert.
      Growing up around my dad, I too learned about listening. And fixing cars, and like the leather belt, doing things out of necessity. Like bolting the rear portion of a Dodge alternator on the firewall of a Nissan, to wire up the diodes to the connections on the Nissan alternator as its diodes were fried. All done out in the middle of bumfuck Egypt when the battery went dead. Even right now, I had a low grade “grrrrrr” in the rear of my Toyota. I know it’s from low grease in the rear end. Most people would ignore it until a bearing or gear wears out. Sure nuff. Leaked.

      Notwithstanding your political allegory, yes, listening to those voices of history(my dad) is engrained. The second voice I remember is..LOOK LOOK LOOK!..just like the drop of oil from loose engine soleplates. That one is SOP for me, and has saved me innumerable anquish and money.

      Thanks so much for your post. I really really liked it.

      07/26/14 4:58 PM | Comment Link

    • pitchfork said...

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      Hey Rich, thanks for the link. Interesting. Never thought about that. As to the story of the French in Algeria, if I’m not mistaken, I think I just saw a movie on Netflix about that called Intimate Enemies. Intense movie.

      07/26/14 5:05 PM | Comment Link

    • pitchfork said...

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      As an aside to my mentioning the movie Intimate Enemies, I found this review of the movie, which actually is very informative of the history too.

      http://broeder10.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/the-french-army-in-mexico-and-algeria-in-the-movies/

      Even the comments. In recognition of the reviewer’s commentary, I linked back here in their comment section to show my appreciation of his review, as this shows the living proof of why you have to listen to history’s little voices. Reason being, I never knew the French were in Mexico, but in hindsight, all of a sudden, a big gap in my knowledge base of American history lit off a litany of little voices.

      Unfortunately, I suffer the same human limitations as McKenna.

      quote:”McKenna talks about all the little voices in the engine room around Holman, all the little noises of the machinery in operation, all its sights and smells, and how it is all a confusing welter of little voices, each trying to be heard. He can hear them, but he can’t hear the right one, on account of the crowded welter of them all, and his ignorance of what voice he should be listening for.”unquote

      bartender…a toast. To little voices. nuff said.

      07/26/14 9:58 PM | Comment Link

    • Michael Murry said...

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      Reading McKenna’s book always reminds me of my eighteen months of service in Vietnam, fourteen of them at “Solid Anchor”, a U.S. Navy’s Advanced Tactical Support Base on the banks of a dirty brown river surrounded by defoliated jungle about two kilometers from the southernmost tip of South Vietnam. We had many junky “San Pablos” to try and maintain, and similar “squeeze” problems with the native Vietnamese peasant conscripts who would drain the oil from the engines to sell for food money — since their officers had stolen their paychecks and food rations — before running the engines back in to base without oil for another “repair” job. Stuff like that.

      I have no trouble whatsoever envisioning what the Iraqi and Afghan peasant conscripts have had to do to survive “training” and “advice” and “assistance” by the U.S. military.

      McKenna really nailed the life of a U.S. sailor serving in the “Brown Water Navy” on the inland waterways of inscrutable Asia. I especially love how he had one of his characters, an expatriate German, say of us enlisted American swabjockeys: “You are a monastic brotherhood, sworn to poverty, unchastity, and obedience.” Yes, indeed. The perfect description of enlisted indentured servitude in Uncle Sam’s Canoe Club.

      07/27/14 1:11 AM | Comment Link

    • pitchfork said...

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      Meanwhile..I watched The Sand Pebbles again. There’s more to this movie than I realized the first time I watched it. However, I’m sure Mr. White knows this, notwithstanding Mr. McKenna.
      Now..if only Obama would watch it. He might learn something.

      07/27/14 10:58 PM | Comment Link

    • pitchfork said...

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      Pitchfork said:

      quote”Now..if only Obama would watch it. He might learn something.”unquote

      ..with tongue in cheek while researching the meaning of droll.

      07/27/14 11:04 PM | Comment Link

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