A few years ago my brother and I went through a hundred and fifty years and more of family papers deciding what we would keep and what to donate to the Ranson-Hunter Family Archive at the Carolina Room in the Charlotte Mecklenburg Public Library.
We came across our Grandmother Ellen's Gold Star mother documents, her passport, the itinerary, official letters from the War Department, letters to and from her daughters (our mother and aunt), letters from her sons (our uncles) and her husband, our grandfather, WJ.
A little diary with her comments on the other Gold Star Mothers, her medal. Her oldest son, Oliver, had been killed and she was going to visit his grave--in France, at Verdun, among the first Gold Star mothers to travel to visit their dead sons. That was at the end of WWI.
The story told Sunday night on Bill Moyers Journal by film makers Phil Donahue and Ellen Spiro in their new documentary, "Body of War" had uncanny and unnerving similarities. Weeping mothers terrified for their sons and daughters. Parents and families grateful that their child had come back at all in whatever condition. Grief. Anger. But it had many differences as well. And one key one is that this war was initiated by us/US and on a lie.
My grandmother was proud of her son. She believed his war was the war to end all wars and that his sacrifice meant something good and lasting.
I think she would be marching in the streets today. She knew first hand the ravages of war, being born at the end of the Civil War and growing up in the devastated south. Her father had been wounded in that war and her husband's father had been killed in it. Good you might say--they fought on the wrong side. Few had any choice as to which side they fought--where you lived did the trick.
Perhaps it is the legacy of the Civil War that made such rabid rabble-rousers of most of my aunts and uncles, a family trait I have proudly inherited.
Donahue's and Spiro's film tells the truth about this obscene and wrong war.
And ne
arly a hundred years after my grandmother's, more and more Gold Stars are being handed out to the Moms of America. That always seemed a little sick--getting a gold star for birthing cannon fodder--maybe a Black Star would be more appropriate.