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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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011007
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Sunday, October 07, 2001
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METRO FINAL
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COM; CHOICES
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 2001, Detroit Free Press
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BABY BOOMERS MUST CONFRONT PEACE VS. WAR
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Iknew all the slogans. I knew all the songs. Like a lot of kids in the '60s,
I was drawing peace signs long before I was eligible for Vietnam.

I could sing John Lennon's "Give Peace a Chance." I saw "Make Love Not War"
spray painted on Volkswagen vans.

You cannot help the era in which you grow up. It infuses you. It shades you.
So as someone weaned on doubting war, I was surprised to find myself
interviewing a member of the "peace movement" last week and getting angry.

"We do not support killing innocent women and children," she said.

"We topple one government, and the next one is even worse," she said.

"You keep escalating the fighting, and you know where that leads?" she said.
"World War III."

No one wants World War III. And yet the notion of peace, of not fighting back
in this sudden war on terrorism, is so disturbing to most Americans that the
same antiwar protesters who once spoke for much of the nation have now become
the targets of tomato tosses.

Had I become one of the tossers?



Arguing a position

 In the days after the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks, Congress voted almost
unanimously to support the president in military action. Only one member,
Barbara Lee of California, cast a no vote. Although she only wanted "to make
sure Constitutional laws were not suspended," she nonetheless received tens of
thousands of hate-filled e-mails, as well as death threats.

There is something odd about that. Death threats for someone calling for
peace? Death threats from Americans who are angry about, well, death threats
to Americans?

It only points out the baby boomer's uncomfortable posture. We have seen the
folly of certain foreign wars. We hate senseless violence. Yet we have been
struck. And a bleeding nation is different than one on the sidelines.

So I tried to explain to my peace movement activist that this was not Gandhi
against the British. This was not North versus South Vietnam. This was not the
United States against a certain country where negotiations between leaders
might save us from bloodshed.

My arguments failed to persuade. Instead she reeled back and said, "Maybe we
should examine our foreign policies and see why the rest of the world hates us
so much."

And that was where she lost me.



Signs of maturity

I am not so naive that I think the United States has not supported some bad
guys over the years, some foolish dictatorships, some military coups. I know
we swing our weight on trade and the environment, often to the dismay of other
nations.

But I also know we provide more aid than anyone to the rest the world. We feed
other nations. We protect them. We certainly finance them.

We support Israel, sure, but every president from Jimmy Carter on has tried to
get the parties in the Middle East to sit down and resolve their problems. And
even when we have conflicts with other nations, we don't encourage American
zealots to dive bomb their office buildings and kill their innocent people.

In this new war, we are dealing with an enemy that speaks only the language of
death. And although no one wants World War III, you can't sit around passively
while a handful of lunatics -- who, by the way, would happily blow up a peace
rally if the participants didn't believe in their religion -- take over the
world.

So what have I become? A hawk? A warmonger? I hope not. I still see the horror
of it all. I still advocate only action directed at terrorists, not hurling
bombs so we can kick some butt. And I never want peace advocates to be
silenced.

But I am no longer a kid with a Magic Marker who draws symbols with no
understanding of what they mean. Bloodshed is not neat and tidy. And
protecting one's country is not the same as trying to take one over. You draw
a line, and you say no more. If that's called growing up, so be it.



 Contact MITCH ALBOM at 313-223-4581 or  albom@freepress.com. Catch "Albom in
the Afternoon" 3-6 p.m. weekdays on WJR-AM (760) and simulcast on MSNBC 3-5
p.m.
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