Douglas, Arizona

August 4, 2005

On Meeting a Minuteman

by Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove

[The author, from Durham, North Carolina,  was a member of a Christian Peacemaker Teams delegation to the Arizona Borderlands,  July 30-August 6.  Other members of the delegation were Abura Cain-Hatley, William Gural, Sylvia Hayes, Sarah Jobe, Levern Robinson, and Leah Wilson-Hartgrove, all of Durham; Heidi Holliday of Andover, Kansas; Wendy Lehman of Chicago, Illinois; Roberta Mothershead of Raleigh, North Carolina; Pamela Piper-Ruth of Boise, Idaho; and Dan Schwankl of Siler City,
North Carolina
.]


It was ninety minutes all together. Only one man -- a leader of the Minutemen Civil Defense Corps. He agreed to meet with us despite his belief that we were "an anarchist group committed to the destruction of America."  He said he didn’t want to be a freak show. He wanted dialogue. As did we.  Our delegation had already met to decide what we were asking for: Who are these people volunteering to defend our nation’s borders? How are they recruited? And how trained? (Might we see a manual?) More to the point, are Minutemen committed to nonviolence? If so, why carry guns?

For each question, an answer—in time. (The intended impression: full disclosure.) But between answers, something much more enlightening: an unscripted (though quite charming) introduction to another way of thinking.  And with it a glimpse into a soul.


"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies," the Psalmist says. No table in our case, but face to face nonetheless—and enemies enough. A man whom we’d called vigilante (though not to his face). 

And we, accused in person of anti-American subversive activity.

Enemies, yes. But not only that. Like Mephibosheth at King David’s table, the grandson of old King Saul from whom God’s Spirit had departed. An enemy to David, no doubt. But also the son of his best friend, Jonathan.  I listened to the Minuteman leader and was reminded of my older brother (no less  conservative), after whose birth I was named Jonathan so he might have a friend. Might this be a brothers’ quarrel? A table prepared in the presence of an enemy/friend. Could it become a dialogue?

Always the possibility (a fragile hope, with feathers).  explained his concern for homeland security, strong borders, rule of law. Concerns not unfamiliar to the majority of Americans who voted to re-elect George
Bush—and more than a handful who didn’t. But here, a man willing to devote his life to his beliefs. To, in his own words, "hold himself to a higher standard." Gandhi said there is some hope that a courageous soldier will become nonviolent, while a coward never will.  Between us, a bridge perhaps.

But dialogue also means naming the distance between us. So I said it as clearly as I could: The man we talked with is devoted to America and recognizes no higher law. We, the Christian Peacemakers, have been made part of God’s family—a church universal, extending beyond borders. We do not live
in disregard of this nation’s laws. But when God’s law contradicts the law of any land, we are willing to disobey earthly authority in obedience to our Lord.

Our challenges, questions had each been met with retort (defensive, yes—but he was outnumbered sixteen to one.) But to this articulation of our divided loyalties, the Minuteman leader gave a nod. He was not a Christian, had given up on the Christian God while fighting in Vietnam. But the bodies of friends had been sacrificed to a god named America on the alter of jungle soil in Southeast Asia. If he knew anything, he knew that his god continues to demand sacrifice.

I shook the man's hand and thanked him, looking into eyes that had soften over the past hour and a half. "It’s a shame we’ll never be on the same side," he said. I smiled like men at funerals, feeling the grief but also knowing the hope of a God who is infinitely patient, demanding no more human sacrifice. "You never know," I said. "It’s a long story."  If nonviolence is possible it is only because God has given us all the time in the world to wait for the peace of Christ—a peace which is indeed that table prepared
before us in the presence of our enemies.  A table which belongs to a God who gave himself for us, while we were yet enemies. An enemy who could become a brother—or not. A Lord who loves him, either way.






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Christian Peacemaker Teams
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Chicago, IL 60680

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