BEYOND ATROCITY The landscape doesn't change much. For days and days you see just about nothing. It's unfamiliar--always unfamiliar. Even when you go back to the same place, it's unfamiliar. And it makes you feel as though, well, there's nothing left in the world but this. . . . You have the illusion of going great dis- tances and traveling, like hundreds of miles . . . and you end up in the same place because you're only a couple of miles away. . . . But you feel like it's not all real. It couldn't pos- sibly be. We couldn't still be in this country. We've been walk- ing for days. . . . You're in Vietnam and they're using real bullets. . . . Here in Vietnam they're actually shooting peo- ple for no reason. . . . Any other time you think, It's such an extreme. Here you can go ahead and shoot them for noth- ing. . . . As a matter of fact it's even . . . smiled upon, you know. Good for you. Everything is backwards. That's part of the kind of unreality of the thing. To the "grunt" [infantry- man] this isn't backwards. He doesn't understand. . . . But something [at My Lai 4] was missing. Something you thought was real that would accompany this. It wasn't there. . . . There was something missing in the whole business that made it seem like it really wasn't happening. . . . American GI's recollections of My Lai (personal interview) BEYOND ATROCITY Robert Jay Lifton, M.D. When asked to speak at a number of recent occasions, I have announced my title as "On Living in Atrocity." To be sure, neither I nor anyone else lives there all or even most of the time. But at this moment, in mid-1970, an American investiga- tor of atrocity finds himself dealing with something that has become, for his countrymen in general, a terrible subterranean image that can be neither fully faced nor wished away. There is virtue in bringing that image to the surface. In one sense, no matter what happens in the external world, personal atrocity, for everyone, begins at birth. It can also be said that some of us have a special nose for atrocity. Yet I can remember very well, during the early stirrings of the academic -17- |