June 26, 2010 6 Comments
At one time I was curious as to why so certain persons that perform specific economy-required positions were demonized for their roles in society. Why was the scientist that experiments on animals such a vile human being? Why is it that the oil executive that approves the drilling of a specific land lease one to be run up the yard arm? What did the defense contractor that went to Iraq do to garner such powerful ire from the masses?
This all hit home while I was back in the states this time. I had just deposited Old Iron 2.0 at the airport to be shipped back to the female parental unit and decided that a couple of cocktails were in order, so en route to the casa I decided to deposit myself on a bar stool at the local pub. While there I began chatting with a fellow of slightly young age, but possessing of the one trait that I immediately identify with: the safety glasses tan line (and for those that don’t know, this syndrome is caused by being out in the field so much with tinted safety glasses on that the actual physical shape of said glasses is imprinted on one’s face due to the LACK of tan in that area) and lo and behold, he works on pipelines in the States as a heavy equipment operator! As we chatted about the community a bit, sharing our individual trials and tribulations, out came the fact that I had also spent some time in the military. This in turn attracted a person that was seated to my left, so the conversation about oil was shelved to allow for the new addition to our palaver session and myself to discuss the different parts of the world that we had traversed and the times that we had had abroad (and WITH broads, I might add, wink wink). When the direction of the tales brought us to his employment he informed us, his rapt audience, that he was an industrial hygienist that specialized in… wait for it… setting up industrial hygiene systems for labs that test on animals! I was pleasantly curious as to what his job entailed, and he told us of some of the corners of the States that he had been to in his role as well as how bizarre his job was.
At this point, while the conversation was full steam and the libations were flowing quite copiously, we were stopped by the bartender so that he could make a statement.
“Guys, I hate to say this, and please don’t be offended, but you do know that you three are like some kind of trifecta of evil, right?”
-The silence that followed could be cut with a knife made from the sharpened bones of the carcass of the bartender that had just spoken.
“If we didn’t do this type of work someone else would, so shut your fucking hole and fulfill the role that you have chosen. Get us another round and be quick about it bar BOY.”
In my curiosity to find out why such men and women were reviled due to their chosen employment or positions in life I inadvertently discovered that not only had I transitioned into such a role, but had also adopted the mindset that came with wearing the black hat, with not trying to be the “good guy” anymore.
I defended what I did as necessary.
-Gotta have some contrast to the white hats or they wouldn’t have anything to fight against.
Someone has to do the dirty work, someone has to be the enemy to these people. If they didn’t have us to hate would they have to take time to hate themselves instead?