Last week I posted Henry Rollins' 2/7/13 LA Weekly article in which I praise the evolution of his attitudes towards feminism. I mentioned that although Rollins is socio-politically minded, he has carried some heavy duty sexist views in his younger years. To read that post, click here.
I am now posting this week's LA Weekly article in which Rollins addresses the harms of machismo. I find it to be a well crafted piece. To read the article at the LA Weekly site, click here.
Henry Rollins: Football, Violence, and America
A few Sundays back, in a room full of celebratory people, I watched
Alicia Keys sing the national anthem before the start of the Super Bowl.
As she began, the room quickly went quiet out of respect and because of
how well she performed. She was incredible.
As she sang and played piano so beautifully, I could not help but
juxtapose this massive event, attended by more than 75,000 people and
watched by millions more, with the quiet, sad work being done in
preparation for the funerals of Chris Kyle and Chad Littlefield. Both
Navy SEALs were allegedly shot and killed by an ex-Marine at a shooting
range in Texas days before the game.
It is sometimes difficult being an American. We often are tasked with
having to take the very good with the very bad in equal measure and
still keep going. Somehow we do it.
The game is about to start. There will be a lot of very strong men
colliding repeatedly, stunning feats of physical prowess, expensive and
humorous advertisements that you will actually want to watch and a
halftime show that will be talked about for weeks afterwards. All of
this is going to happen while the deaths of two men are grieved.
This is what I was thinking about as I watched wide shots of the
thousands in New Orleans standing as Ms. Keys played. The cameras
briefly cut away to a group of soldiers in Kabul, Afghanistan, the image
making "The Star-Spangled Banner" all the more poignant.
In this single instance, you see the history of America. There is
Alicia Keys, the daughter of a biracial couple, singing the lyrics of
Francis Scott Key, a slavery advocate, in easily one of the
highest-profile appearances any performer will ever make. We have come a
long way, and there is a long way to go. Change and progress are not
easy to establish or promote.
It is instilled in thousands of American males from an early age that
one of their requirements is to be able to both dish out and take a lot
of pain. They are taught the rules of this road in gyms, rings,
backyards and fields all over America.
This is part of our collective identity. If it were not, the Super
Bowl would not be as popular as it is. This single event encapsulates
and crystallizes the America of America. You have it all. Men in peak
physical condition, highly trained, with a single objective; beautiful
women to cheer them on; and an audience of millions that take all of
this in with an incredible amount of seriousness. An audience that
literally roars with approval when a man is hit so hard his helmet flies
off. Men will limp off the field at either the zenith or nadir of their
lives up to that point. Adults who have no relation to any of the
players will actually cry if they don't get the result they wanted.
"It's just a game" is what you tell children to prepare them for loss
and to promote good sportsmanship. I would not suggest expressing this
point of view to a man wearing face paint in the colors of his favorite
team. Many adults are far too immature to handle the information.
And could such adults be the ones who are holding up the arrival of
the future?! Why, could it be that there are those so deeply invested in
the past that the mere mention of a different way of going about things
sends them into fits? Well, now, we could be onto something. We've
already discussed Commissioner Goodell, who can't handle causality, but
to strengthen the case we'll need more examples. So little time; so
spoiled for choice.
At the same hearing, AR-15 pin-up hot thang Gayle Trotter, a mother
of six (Good grief, woman! Do you and your husband ever just talk?),
testified as to the need for all mothers to have some kick-ass
firepower:
"An assault weapon in the hands of a young woman defending her babies in her home becomes a defense weapon. And the peace of mind she has, knowing she has a scary-looking gun, gives her more courage when she's fighting hardened violent criminals."
She said scary-looking.
Perhaps one of the sadder examples of not wanting to move on would be
Sen. John McCain. You might remember him from his old group, the
Keating Five. Anyway, there are a few things that Mr. M can't handle. He
ran for president and was outshone by his running mate, who was a laugh
riot and a dolt. Ouch. He was beaten by a man, many years his junior,
who will be talked about centuries from now.
Oh, and Mr. McCain was dead wrong about the success of the troop
surge in Iraq. When he recently (and petulantly) tried to corner Chuck
Hagel into a yes or no answer regarding the surge's success, Mr. McCain
only came off as a bitter old man at the end of the line. He won't be
secretary of defense either. You'll have to wrench the validity of the
invasion of Iraq and the push to flatten Iran out of his cold, dead
hands.
I watched the Super Bowl all the way to the end.
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