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I was (almost) John Walker
By Glenn Sacks
I was almost John Walker.
At age 19 I quit school and, using a few thousand dollars I'd saved, left the US to look for adventure and a cause to believe in.
There were a lot of young men like me in hostels and train stations in many parts of the world--disaffected youths who felt stifled in their own countries and had set off alone to see the world. Wherever the hot spot was, that's where we wanted to go. A guerilla war in the Spanish Sahara? Let's go there! Downtrodden masses fighting civil wars in Nicaragua and El Salvador? The honorable thing to do, of course, is to go there and help them.
John Walker's parents are excoriated by many who blame them for their
son's actions and his "lack of values." Well, my parents instilled
good values in me and raised me well and when I was 19 they couldn't do
a thing with me. Even my father, whose simple reproach I feared as much
as any child ever fears his mother's rage or his father's belt, was unable
to stop me.
Two decades ago Zimbabwe, formerly known as Rhodesia, had recently thrown off its oppressive white minority government after a long guerilla war. The new regime, led by victorious guerilla leader Robert Mugabe, promised to be the world's first socialist parliamentary democracy and to pursue an unheard-of racial reconciliation. While traveling in then-Communist Eastern Europe, I met Zimbabweans who were being educated by the Soviets, who at the time were posing as friends of anti-colonial Africans. They spoke to me of the poverty and backwardness of their country, and of their bright hopes for their nation's future.
I believed them, and I wanted to help. I wrote letters to the Zimbabwean government. I traveled to Africa and contacted their officials. I volunteered to be a "teacher, worker, soldier, or whatever the revolution needs me to be." Just as John Walker was, I was inspired by "The Autobiography of Malcolm X," and I imagined nothing nobler than a white American repenting for the sins of the rich white world by going to Zimbabwe and helping black Africans begin their own, new, egalitarian country.
Fortunately for me, despite all my efforts, the Zimbabwean revolutionaries wouldn't take me. Looking back now, it is clear that Mugabe is a brutal leader who unleashed horrific ethnic strife and bloodshed on his country, and who hasn't done a thing for his people in his 21 years of rule. Had the Zimbabweans taken me and had there somehow been a conflict between the them and the US, I might have ended up in the same impossible situation that John Walker is in today.
After my rejection by the Zimbabwean government, I returned to the US and poured my idealism into political activism and later into my career as a high school teacher. Am I embarrassed today at what I did when I was 19? Of course. Am I ashamed? Absolutely not.
It is said that anyone who is a radical at age 40 has no sense, but anybody who isn't a radical at age 20 has no heart. Young radical John Walker was certainly foolish to think that helping the radical Taliban--founders of the "world's first pure Islamic state"--was a noble cause. It is possible, but by no means proven, that he may have gone farther than that, and done things vastly more difficult to excuse. Reportedly he came to his senses and, according to Richard Myers, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, was providing the US with valuable information on the Taliban during the last stages of the Afghan war.
We don't know, and we may never know, exactly what led Walker to do what he did. He certainly has a lot of courage, and he may well have a lot of heart. Unfortunately, he allowed his extraordinarily poor judgment to eclipse them both.
Glenn Sacks is an occasional contributor to Enter Stage Right.
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