Excerpt from Q&A session following a Guest Lecture given by Jack e-Buchanan trāVeras
Daystrom Institute, Okinawa, Japan
āDuring your lecture, you mentioned that you donāt consider war to be a natural societal development. On what expertise do you base your suggestion? You are not a scholar of societal development, nor are you an expert in biological evolution. Further, based on what evidence do you support this belief?ā
The speaker was a young Vulcanoid in the first row. Jack stifled the urge to raise a surprised eyebrow- in his experience, with the exception of Starfleet, Vulcans students of science usually studied on their homeworld, and the studentās manner and garb did not strike him as particularly Romulan.
āYouāre correct. Iām not an xenoanthropologist- to that Iāll freely admit. But I am ā or I was ā a soldier, and I think that qualifies me as something resembling an expert on the subject. And like most past-their-prime middle aged men, Iām a sucker for history holodocs, which I have to imagine counts for something.ā
Jack gave little laugh. Not the earnest kind, but the performative kind you give to cue your audience to laugh- and it worked. Whether out of genuine humor or out of habit, many of the gathered attendees laughed. He leaned forward on the podium, crossing his arms and propping him self up with his elbows and still-quite-sturdy forearms.
āI donāt think it takes a doctorate to see it, though. I donāt think war comes naturally to most forms of organic life. Its omnipresence does not indicate its necessity or its roots. Thatāsā¦ well, itās a fallacy. Itās bad logic.ā
He ran a hand through his hair. In a move that had come as something as a surprise to many of his longtime associates, heād decided around a year ago to stop shaving his head, letting his typical light stubble grow into a long, densely packed mane that he kept tied behind his head into a powerfully fluffy sort of ponytail. He kept the sides cut short, though, into a clean fade. Moreso than ever, grey had begun to creep into his well-manicured beard, and a long grey-white streak ran through the hair on the top of his head.
āTo put it simply: if cruelty came easily to us, we wouldnāt have to build systems to maintain it. We would not have to ā for a lack of a better word ā dehumanize our enemies. There would be no moral calculus.ā He adjusted his posture, standing back up more fully.
āAcross the galaxy, we see it- one of the signs that a species is developing what we call ācivilizationā is not warfare- but empathy. On Earth, we find skeletons of early hominid elders carrying the marks of crippling injuries obtained during youth, indicating that they were cared for and provided for their entire lives despite their injuries. On Vulcan, we see the stronghold of Pelasht opening its doors to its enemy clans despite the risk. On Kaminar, the Baāul, even when motivated by the abject terror of a Kelpian resurgence, created a dozen metaphorical walls between themselves and those they subjugated. In the Gamma Quadrant, the Founders build intricate systems to avoid any real connection with outsiders, with solids, reserving their empathy only for one another- but what happens when one of them finds connection amongst the solids?ā Jack laughed- this time a bit more earnestly.
āIām not saying that conflict isnāt natural- even, unfortunately, murder. But war? War requires distance. And it requires machinery, both literal and metaphorical, to create that empathic distance.ā
He paused. āTo elaborateā¦ā
āWe create the sword to end a life quicker so that we donāt have to feel our hands at their throat as the light leaves their eyes. We create the sling to end a life from further away so that we may kill without looking our enemy in the face as we cave their skull in. We build catapults so that we may end their lives without entering their homes. We build wall after wall in front of our sense of empathy, and the moment we remove these walls, wars becomeā¦ obsolete.ā Towards the end of the sentence, Jackās eyes moved towards the ground for a bit- but when he hit the word āobsoleteā, his expression changed. His closer friends might recognize the expression. Wheels were turning.
The student tilted their head slightly. āObsolete?ā
Jack looked towards the student, considering his next words carefully. āWe regularly render old forms of warfare obsolete with newer forms of warfare. Pardon me if this soundsā¦ esoteric, but perhaps itās time to render the old forms of warfare obsolete with a new form of peace.ā