Showing posts with label power. Show all posts
Showing posts with label power. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Why I Stopped Laughing at the Bed Intruder Song

by Rebekah Mays

“Hide yo’ kids, hide yo’ wife.” 

Many of us remember this immortal advice from Antoine Dodson, the unsuspecting star of one of the most famous YouTube videos ever. It all started in July 2010, when a man broke into the Dodson home and tried to rape Antoine’s sister Kelly.

Obviously shaken, Kelly and her brother spoke to a local news station about the incident. “Hide yo’ kids, hide yo’ wife, and hide your husbands, too, cuz they’re rapin’ everybody out here,” Antoine said.

Dodson’s lively speech and personality caught the attention of the Gregory Brothers, who auto-tuned the interview and posted it on YouTube. In less than a month, the “Bed Intruder” song had more than 16 million views, quickly making Dodson a celebrity. It was the most viewed amateur YouTube video of 2010, and although four years have gone by, we still know the lyrics by heart.

I used to really love this video. But just last month while staying with some friends in Germany, I decided to introduce them to this bit of American culture. One friend was actually appalled that I was laughing and singing along, and he asked how I could make fun of a rape victim. Of course I denied this – I was making fun of the rapist, not the victim! – but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t completely true.

Part of me wanted to defend my laughter by pointing out that Antoine Dodson profited from the video, and that it improved his quality of life. After doing some research, I learned that this was true: in fact, Dodson made enough money from iTunes sales and merchandise to move his family out of the projects.

This was great news, but it occurred to me that many of us who watched and shared the video over the years never bothered to find out what happened to the Dodsons. And though most wouldn’t admit it, I imagine that many of the viewers still don’t know – and perhaps don’t even care – that the rapist was never found. While I can’t say that these sentiments are true for everyone, I have to admit they were at least partly true for me. I’m sad to say that I was never really invested in the Dodsons beyond their entertainment value.

Baratunde Thurston, a comedian in New York City, identified another problem with America’s “Bed Intruder” obsession. He smartly observed that viewers are engaging in something he calls “class tourism.” “Folks with no exposure to the projects could dip their toes into YouTube and get a taste,” he said.

Thurston’s criticism could also apply to some of my other (formerly) favorite auto-tuned videos, namely “Back It Up,” and “Leprechaun Song – Where The Gold At.” While the subject matter of the latter two isn’t nearly as serious as that of the “Bed Intruder Song” (the topics are an attempted robbery and a leprechaun sighting), they nevertheless, at least at first glance, all feature the foibles of uneducated and lower-class subjects. By watching and sharing the videos, I’m touring their world for my personal entertainment – all from the comfort of my living room.

And Thurston is right about something else – I was laughing at each and every one of them.

Here’s the good news. From what I can tell, it's becoming less and less trendy to post videos making fun of the poor and vulnerable. Rather, what seems to be gaining in popularity is sharing videos that humiliate the ones in power.

Take the plethora of memes and posters mocking Putin, for example. Or John Oliver's takedown of FIFA, what he portrays as a cartoonishly evil organization that robs every World Cup host country of its funds and resources. Or the video series “If Black (Or Asian) People Said the Stuff White People Say.” All of this humor is at the expense of those who have abused their power. Satire in response to oppression is nothing new, but it seems to be growing, and this is a good thing.

The contrast between these two kinds of humor isn’t any clearer than in Oliver’s video, starting at 9:45. After he spends several minutes cataloging the ways in which the president of FIFA is a terrible human being, Oliver shows a YouTube clip in which the man stumbles and falls as he’s making an entrance at some formal event. Oliver laughs hysterically, saying, “That is, wonderfully, the one time you can genuinely say, ‘I’m glad that old man fell off that stage.’”

Perhaps Oliver is taking it too far, but he does so to make a point: humor, when it's directed at a person, takes away some of that person's power. If the person is weak or vulnerable, it's the exact opposite of compassion to laugh at that person – it’s cruelty.

But change the object of ridicule and it’s a completely different story. Humiliating people or organizations who are misusing their power is a potent way to lessen, or even stop, their oppressive behavior. After all, Jesus didn't give a nickel about hurting the feelings of the Pharisees – they were a "brood of vipers" in his book.

Thankfully, not all humans have the same sense of humor. A video mocking a political figure can be side-splitting to one group while enraging to another: a lot of it depends on our perspective, and whether we find the accusations true or baseless. In the same way, it’s perfectly OK that people have different definitions of what constitutes an “offensive” joke or video. But we can agree that mocking the weak or the vulnerable is a separate category, one which should offend all of us.

I'm asking, both myself and you, to think about what we post on Facebook. I’m asking us to consider what we laugh at, both publicly and in private. I’m asking that in our laughter, which can at times be ruthless, we spare those who are already humble. 

Rebekah Mays is a Barnard College graduate originally from Austin, Texas. She currently works and writes in Prague, Czech Republic. You can find more of her writing on her blog The Prague BLOG or follow her on Twitter @smallbeks.

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Thursday, May 9, 2013

Iron Man and Christian Identity

Iron Man, Marvel, Robert Downey Jr., movie, Iron Man 3
by Ben Howard 

Superhero stories are inherently stories about identity. They are stories about costumes, masks, secret identities, and alter-egos. They are stories about normal, everyday so-and-so’s, and the occasional abnormal, wealthy so-and-so, who craft a new superhuman persona in order to fight evil, or crime, or maybe just to stave off the darkness within.

Iron Man 3 came out last weekend and it is full of characters in the midst of shifting identities. Tony Stark is battling with his identity as Iron Man, James Rhodes shifts from being War Machine to the Iron Patriot, even Tony’s bodyguard/chauffeur Happy is transitioning into life as the Head of Security at Stark Industries.

These identity crises, especially Tony/Iron Man’s are a fight between the true identity and the identity that gives the character power. Is Tony fundamentally Tony Stark, the engineer who builds things, or is he defined by the suit that gives him his power and his strength, the suit that he designed and is obsessed with perfecting? Which one is real? Which one drives the other? 

This is the central internal fight in superhero movies. Do the power and responsibility that come with the role of hero overwhelm the identity of the human playing the role? Does power overcome self? 

Due to circumstances beyond his control, well, more like adjacent to his control, Tony is left stranded in rural Tennessee without access to a working suit or his high-tech garage-cum-laboratory. In this environment, Tony is forced to confront his co-dependent relationship with his own creation. He is forced to re-imagine himself as a person removed from his identity of power.

Like Iron Man for Tony Stark or Batman for Bruce Wayne, everyone either takes on or is saddled with a label or a role. Labels and roles are loaded with powerful identities that can overwhelm us.

cliche, follower of Jesus, Christian, label, nametagThis is not only true for superheroes, but of the more common labels of religion. Labels like Christian, Muslim, and Atheist are useful for purposes of differentiation, but when they mutate into defining identities they can obscure the true humanity of the person behind the label.

When the role of Christian, or Muslim, or whatever religious ideology becomes the primary motivating factor that drives us, when it becomes our most important identity, when it is something we must obsess over and protect, when the label controls us, it becomes a destructive force instead of one useful for good. It allows us to always view the other as other and it allows us to always view ourselves through the lens of a constructed role and in so doing bars us from true self-examination.

Now this is not a condemnation of faith or religion in anyway, it is a condemnation of sectarian, myopic ideology which exists only to further its own existence. The problem isn’t that Tony Stark built Iron Man, who uses the suit to fight the bad guys; it’s that building Iron Man consumed him from the inside out.

Also, the response to this issue means more than changing or disposing of the label. Refusing to say “Christian”, but saying “Christ-follower” instead doesn’t change the power relationship, it merely hides it behind a different moniker. Iron Man is still Iron Man even if he calls himself Man of Iron.

Nor is this a call for pyro-theology that tries to burn down the power structure in its entirety. We don’t need to destroy the power relationship, we merely need to correct it and redirect it.

Roles exist to accentuate our humanity, to enhance it, not to direct or determine it.

One of my good friends once told me that he isn’t trying to be a good Christian; he’s trying to be a good human. That’s the actual point of the Christian faith. That’s the end game, becoming fully-human like we were originally intended to be. I hope that the role of being a Christian, of labeling myself that, helps to accentuate my humanity. I hope it makes me a better human.

Tony Stark, Iron Man, superhero, alter-ego, Robert Downey Jr.But if the label isn’t doing that, if the label becomes an identity of power which distorts and misdirects my humanity, then the label and the role must be deconstructed.

In the end Tony Stark doesn’t abandon his role as Iron Man, he simply deconstructs what it means to be Iron Man. Tony Stark is Tony Stark, and being Iron Man helps him to be a better Tony Stark.

What roles or identities give you power? What roles do you need to deconstruct? Is Iron Man a valid metaphor for Christian identity?

Peace,

Ben

Ben Howard is an accidental iconoclast and generally curious individual living in Nashville, Tennessee. He is also the editor-in-chief of On Pop Theology and an avid fan of waving at strangers for no reason. You can follow him on Twitter @BenHoward87. 


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Monday, September 17, 2012

Expectations and Badger Football


on pop theology, philosophy, theology, culture, pop culture, christianityby Josh Kiel

I've touched on this before, but there's a mental process I go through between August and mid-September every year pertaining to my Saturday entertainment prospects. This is my seasonal evaluation of the Wisconsin Badger football beginning with late summer anticipation and continuing with preseason expectations and early season predictions.

I've decided this won't be a particularly good season for Badger football and that I'll need to find other venues for worthwhile entertainment on my fall Saturday's. It's not that I know the Badgers will have a bad season, I just predict they will. There's a set pattern that I've used to arrive at this prediction which I use so often to arrive at so many predictions in life.

Initially there's anticipation. In this instance, the late summer knowledge that fall and all of its wonderful benefits will soon arrive. My desires for the season include the cooler weather, the changing of the leaves, the arrival of the best styles of beer, and the hope that the Wisconsin Badgers can put together a great season that will lead to them playing in a BCS bowl game. I even have the hope that they could buck trends and win such a bowl game.

None of those things had yet arrived in late summer though so all I'm left with is the building anticipation. As the anticipation is building, events come around which develop those anticipations into expectations.

When the first cool days occur and the autumnal selections arrive at my bar of choice my expectations for fall begin developing. When the preseason rankings were released and Wisconsin was ranked 12th in the nation my expectations were built even further. With that reinforcement my expectations became high, Rose Bowl or better, and I began to expect stellar blowout performances in the first few games as the teams they were playing should have been easy pickings.

At this point the hopes are still high since I have no reason not to expect great things from my collegiate team of choice, but reality does not play to the scripts in our minds and my expectations, I was soon to discover, were far too high.

My beloved Badgers opened the season with a narrow win of 26-21 over Northern Iowa. For those not familiar with college football, as a general rule, teams with directional indicatiors in their names tend to be second or third rate and should be an easy victory for a major conference team like Wisconsin.

While this close game was concerning I wasn't totally disheartened as Wisconsin does sometimes take a little while to develop a rhythm in the first game. The following week sounded the death knell for my predictions of success, a 10-7 loss to Oregon State. It is now obvious that the team is not producing results at the level necessary to meet my prior expectations. The third weeks narrow win against Utah State only furthered my conviction that a lackluster season is before us. Now that I'm forced to lower my expectations to coincide with the reality of the results and I can't help but develop an unenthusiastic prediction for the remainder of the season.

I'm predicting that Wisconsin will finish 7-5. I also predict that this may be optimistic even for pessimism. Expectations are either upheld or disappointed depending upon results and as a rational human being I can't help but draw conclusions. Given, only 3 of 12 games have been played and they may win all of the remaining nine. That does not fit with my new lowered expectations. Predictions help us to expect future outcomes and accept them more readily.

I've come to notice I make predictions about most things in life, often pessimistically. There are a myriad number of pending outcomes in my life which are all in one phase or another of this process.

My prediction's for life are often ones of material comfort and social and spiritual dissatisfaction. Indeed they are not the most optimistic, and most would call them pessimistic.

If I'm honest this is because I can control myself absolutely, and thus control my material comfort, while I cannot control how others react to me thus leading to social and spiritual dissatisfaction, so I'm less optimistic.

Control is a primary concern for our entire culture. We crave control and do what we can to maintain it. It's my opinion that my pessimism is merely a form of taking control of the negative. If I mentally prepare myself for the worst anything can offer then I will be given a reprieve from the fallen world that we find ourselves in.

Perhaps pessimism is a way of deceiving ourselves, if we expect the terrible and only the mildly displeasing happens it may seem to be comparatively good in the end. The level of pessimism is also comparative to the stakes involved. If I'm overly optimistic about the prospects of Wisconsin football, I'll be mildly disappointed. On the other hand, If I'm overly optimistic about the course my life will take I may end up emotionally crushed at many points during the duration of it. This is the security of pessimism.

The college football season is roughly a quarter of the way in, but I've already established my expectations, similarly my life is about a third complete, but I have firmly held expectations about it as well. For me life is an endless cycle of anticipation, expectation, and adjusting expectation into prediction once enough data has been gathered. For me it is a way to maintain comfort and control. Whether the predictions are good or bad I am prepared for what I consider to be the most probable outcome of events and in being prepared I can accept them more easily.

Editor's note: I can understand the frustration Josh voices in this essay, and I think it's a feeling a lot of us experience. In the face of failure, pain, sadness, or disappointment, often occurring in situations that are beyond our control, we try to (re)claim control of our lives and assert power over our own destiny. However, I think the story of the Christian faith is one that disabuses us of this notion. I think we learn from the Christian story that the only proper use of control or power is to surrender it. Perhaps this will lead to happiness, or perhaps it will lead to more pain, I can't promise anything, but I think it leads to peace.

Josh and I would both love to hear any feedback you have or even just a quick note to say that something resonated with you.

Peace,
Ben

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