Who's listening? Apparently not many.
This is a story about not paying attention, or choosing not to. I'll let the philosophers argue about which is worse. For the sake of this post, I just want to talk about the yellow ribbon campaign. You know the one. A soldier comes home from the war in Iraq or Afghanistan and people wrap yellow ribbons around the trees as a welcome. This morning I was chatting with a young lady, aged 25, who had no idea what the significance of the yellow ribbon was. If you, like her, don't know, then let me enlighten you. Then I'll tell you why it's nonsense.
Oh, and today, on April 14, 2009, CBC Radio reported that 21 year-old Trooper Karine Blais died in Afghanistan. She is the second Canadian female soldier to die in combat in Afghanistan. Ironically, yesterday, a local family dropped off yellow ribbons to all the houses in our neighborhood, asking us to tie those ribbons around our trees to welcome their son, 23, who is making it back.
About that song . . . It all started with a 1970s band called Tony Orlando and Dawn.
Back in the day, they scored a huge hit with a song called "Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Ole Oak Tree". It's about a man who has just been released from prison after spending three long years for some kind of theft. In the song, the ex-con says, "now I've got to know what is and isn't mine" so he obviously did it. No question. He writes a letter to his girlfriend (or wife) back home saying he's coming back.
For you kids out there, a letter was a precursor to email whereby people wrote on paper using a pen instead of a word processor, then folded the message, put in in a paper envelope and affixed something known as a stamp, a kind of pre-arranged payment to cover the costs of someone delivering the message across town, the country, or the world. It was surprisingly inexpensive given the distance these messages had to travel. But I digress . . . back to the song.
Our returning prisoner is looking for a sign that his lady wants him back, even after all this time. So he asks that she tie a yellow ribbon around the ole oak tree to signify her desire to have him back. If he doesn't see a ribbon from the safety of the bus, he'll just stay on and keep riding. It's over, baby! Lucky for him, she does want him back. Big time! There are a hundred yellow ribbons tied around the ole oak tree.
It's sickly sweet. And also not particularly fitting for a hero's welcome. First, the song is about a criminal coming home (respectfully, one who has paid his debt to society). Second, it's about a coward. The guy isn't willing to face his girlfriend (or wife) and ask her whether she wants him back. No. He needs a signal he can decipher from the relative emotional safety of a bus. So, an ex-con and a coward.
If people actually listened to the words, they might be looking for an alternative symbol to welcome their soldiers home.
It's nonsense, and for some reason, it irks me every time I see those ribbons and hear that song play in my head. Maybe I'm just turning into a curmudgeon like this guy or these other guys. Or maybe I just wish people actually listened, read, and occasionally paid attention to the nonsense they believe in, support, and repeat (all of which sounds like another rant). Then perhaps there would be less belief, support, and perpetuation of nonsense.
Surely, I can't be the only one who feels this way.










I'm one if you are one.
Your last paragraph but one said the whole thing.
Quote: "I just wish people actually listened, read, and occasionally paid attention to the nonsense they believe in, support, and repeat..."
Too many people gloss over those things that sound different from what they expect, and hear (and read, and believe) only those things that agree with what they alread "know" to be true.
As another album[1] from the '70s put it: "You see what you want to see, and you hear what you want to hear." Unfortunately.
[1] "The Point" by Harry Nillson (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Point!), specifically, when Oblio meets the Rock Man.
The Point . . .
Hi Lew,
The Point . . . wow! I thought I was the only person who remembered this story/musical. I loved it and I still think it's wonderfully relevant. Thanks for the memories.
-- Marcel
he who lives by the sword.....
who cares?
because the chick was a canadian?
If a canuck wants to bungee jump and dies, its not my concern so why should someone whose MAIN talent is a knowledge and willingness to kill people be someone I care about?
Canadians die in stupid ways every day.
Dying in a hellhole to protect the pipeline is a stupid one.
Especially since the russians had the same problems and the british before them when they invaded Afghanistan. Only those who fail high school history (which probably explains career choices) wont realize that this was already done before with terrible results.
The moment you decide that you are willing to be a simple tool than mindlessly obeys to commands, no matter how morally wrong or right they are or illegal (and weve illegaly bombed countries with the best, not too mention holding the door in Haiti when the yanks kidnapped Aristide, were not going to go into the Somalia torture or sex with the mentally handicapped in Bosnia), you forfeit any kind of compassion.
You need money honey? Spin on a pole.
You want to kill people? Knock yourself out, just dont say you are doing it for me.
You agree to kill for a living because you want to, not because of me. Dont bring me in your perverted logic to justify your actions.
Its NOT a mandatory army service, its teh bottom 10% of your high school graduating class who chose this as a profession and who dont want to work at Mickey D.
Somewhere the parents went wrong and ended up raising a child who thinks violence as a career is a pretty good idea.
Sucks for them.
And if your child really digs violence, then might I suggest they take up MMA? a few good beatings mixed in with elbows and muay thai knees to head will work all those urges away.
On that note, I have to mention that Scott Taylor, the ex-jarhead who is editor of Esprit de Corps magazine is Canada's best war reporter, on par with Robert Fisk. While all canadian reporters are safely kept away from risk (and any potential stories), Taylor has been right smack in the middle of it all. He also calls it as he sees it not how the public storyline is created (which got him in trouble with canadian news editors who said he was brainwashed since his reports from the field didnt match the ones from reporters sitting in hotels). Maybe there is a place for soldiers in the press if they can give the kind of coverage Taylor can.
Hello Grumpy Old Man
I remember the song and found this commentary about it's beginnings:
http://www.classicbands.com/dawn.html
The other way of looking at this is that someone who has done time decides not to put the ex through the arduous process of a face-to-face about whether she wants him back, so he gives her an 'easy out': If she doesn't put the ribbons out, then she doesn't want him back, she doesn't have to face him and she can "...put the blame on me."
That's not such an awful thing to do and isn't about being a coward...I wish more people would do the same thing. There would be far fewer Apprehended Violence Orders (here in Australia they're meant to stop violence - but are really a big "things will be worse for you if you do it again" order).
Now, the other event that made this so big was the Iran hostage crises in 1979:
http://www.loc.gov/folklife/ribbons/ribbons.html
The history claimed in the article is interesting.
The contemporary symbolism of the practice is clear and the emotional load it carries is no doubt real.
The fact that some people lack any knowledge of history (music, geopolitical) is common and your frustration about that is shared...but I still think you're becoming a grumpy old man :)) Then again, so too am I.
I suspect that most people
I suspect that most people have never even heard the song and so it is irrelevant. It is a symbol more then anything and that is what is most important. Oh and the yellow ribbon predates that song by quite a bit anyway. http://www.tcm.com/tcmdb/title.jsp?stid=89881
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