[这个贴子最后由mkgenie在 2004/04/19 10:36am 第 2 次编辑][B](我来译)[/B]THE SLOW MURDER OF MICHAEL JACKSON:Fear And The Sexiness Of The Undeadby Polar Levine for popCULTmedia, February 16, 2004 John Ashcroft’s thirst for capital punishment aside, America’s thirst for death as catharsis and entertainment still hasn’t gotten around to FOX’s inserting live executions into its reality TV lineup. For the moment we’ll have to be satisfied with the much slower Jacko hunt. I believe the media is chasing a very unbalanced and vulnerable man to suicide to be followed by a year-long explosion of Michael Jackson tributes, posthumous music releases, bioPix, merchandise and -- when all has been said and sold -- soul-searching questions about our own culpability in our victim’s demise. I’ll be amazed if Jackson reaches his fiftieth birthday.I’d say, “go get him” if I were aware of any serious evidence of child molestation. As a dad of a young kid I take a hard stand on pedophilia. But as far as I’m concerned a 45-year-old man sleeping in the same bed with a child, adult or any other mammal is not the same as having sex. Like having a Bud is not the same as being an alcoholic. Like being a Muslim is not the same as being a terrorist. No specific evidence of sex with children has been publicly disclosed. For that matter I’m not sure Michael Jackson has a history of sex with any human, animal or vegetable. His true crime is being weird. More specifically, his true crime is being weird in precisely the same way that our pop culture is weird -- but he’s a few years ahead of the curve.Alleged pedophilia aside, let’s look at his weird activity. His obsession with his looks coupled with his surgical alterations reflect the same obsessions and alterations found in much of our mainstream youth-worshipping society. Compulsive shopping sprees reflect America’s extreme style of consumerism where buying unnecessary stuff is a mode of entertainment and shopping ourselves into debt has become not just a mundane activity, but our patriotic duty. His over-the-top new age Hallmark rhetoric reflects our own taste for draping doilies in the form of kitsch and sentimentality over our anxiety and terror.Michael Jackson has lived an extreme life and he acts out his culturally-derived fears and anxieties in an extreme version of the way millions of Americans act out. We’re living in a hothouse of media-projected fear. The entertainment/infotainment industry derives much of its cash flow from the violence it amuses us with in movies, video games, tv dramas and the news. The nightly perpwalk has been a staple of local news broadcasts for decades and the droning headlines and newsmag features on serial killers, pedophiles, terrorists, muggers, scam artists, epidemics and countless possibilities for injuries are as regular as cornflakes. Michael Moore’s ‘Bowling For Columbine’ brings this fear factor chillingly to light.No study seems to conclusively link this steady diet of violence to a violent society, so it’s hard for people to consciously attempt a movement to put on the brakes. I believe we’ve been focusing all these studies on the wrong question. People may not be more likely to kill as a result of this diet of non-stop media violence but it certainly leads to a pervasive culture of free-floating fear. This unconscious blanket of fear gets played out in a variety of ways, often in rituals adopted by different subcultures. When fear is free-floating, as opposed to based on a specific real threat, we feel compelled to detach from life to some degree to ease the pressure. Drugs are the most obvious escape. But there are other equally destructive roads out of reality. Entertainment bingeing is epidemic: watching tv, playing computer and video games, recreational shopping. The comforting certainty of fundamentalism -- theological, political or philosophical -- has a powerful attraction. The cult of beauty and sexiness, like money, is the requisite currency of happiness. It attracts love, riches and the eternal happy ending. The hipster set has discovered the reality-buffering qualities of extreme irony as though wrapping our fears in graphic dark humor punctuated by a blasé “whatever” will say “BOO!!” and make all those scary issues of mortality, nonprettiness and decrepitude flee from consciousness. Every day we receive information and instructions from prerecorded voices -- the chit chat of the “undead.”Our fear and loathing of Michael Jackson is the fear and loathing of our own attraction to the road he’s taken. We’re predisposed by instinct to recoil at the recognition of our own death trip. Jackson is being crucified for the sins of our cult of artifice and detatchment.Michael Jackson has been living in public since he was ten. He’s the prototype for ‘The Truman Show.’ Imagine going through puberty and adolescence in front of a fleet of cameras. The world gets to see, hear and comment on our sexual awakening and cluelessness, on our bodies going bonkers: zits, voice changing (a singer’s voice), too fat, too skinny, nose too big, not nice enough, not down enough, too politically conscious for Young America, too soft for the streets, too black, too white. Too much responsibility. Not enough fun.The Jackson 5 hit the charts during the chaos of the anti-war movement and the militant phase of the civil rights movement. Michael was too young and too driven by the commercial demands of his family and his mentor/employer Berry Gordy to tap into the political/philosphical side of youth culture -- a rare sliver of time when young people had goals deeper than fun and status. His major breakthrough occurred in the 80’s as a solo artist during the Reagan era when our lingering humiliation over Watergate and America’s first military defeat sought relief in nostalgia for the certainties of the 50’s. Coupled with the birth of MTV, materialism replaced social consciousness as the reigning aesthetic of youth culture. Artiface and acquisition, vogueing and coke, polyester motorcycle jackets and business suits. Fashion models became superstars just because they were pretty, corporate CEOs because they were rich, and Robin Leach because he publicly swooned over the rich and pretty for our amusement. Jackson was the most famous rich pretty person on earth. The pressure to stay young and pretty, coupled with the onset of his alleged skin condition (vitiligo, which causes irregularly shaped white blotches on the skin), must have put this hopelessly exposed and fragile man-child into an ongoing dull roar of panic. The extreme nature of his fame, visibility and the pressure to maintain the winning formula in a formula-bound youth culture must have been crushing to a person who had known nothing but pop music success.The call to surgically derived youth had been answered long before Michael Jackson got to it. But Jackson, unlike his nipped and tucked predecessors, was introduced to the scalpel at a time when the technology of virtual youth offered transformative potential that would have given Mary Shelly the creeps. And few humans of any age had Michael Jackson’s enormous wealth with which to indulge surgery to such monstrous ends. Only in horror stories of the “undead” were these transformations previously contemplated: ‘Frankenstein,’ ‘The Island Of Dr. Moreau’ and zombie flicks like ‘Dawn of The Dead.’ The enormity of his talents has only been surpassed by the depths of his preventive isolation. His pathological drive to stay young for his adolescent market and his lack of intellectual curiosity and maturity precluded evolving into a “mature” artist like Al Green, Sting, Mick Jagger and Robert Plant, whose records are no longer guaranteed to sell multi-platinum but allow for longterm creative careers. The audience that grew up with Michael Jackson would certainly forgive him for aging along with them. He could have let the teeny boppers serve the teeny boppers. Instead he chose the reality-defying strategy of being a teenager for life. Steven Tyler proved that a popstar could remain a teenager in the head for life. Committing one’s body to this goal is a hard wall to bang and Jackson is a banged up old guy for trying. Fear is a soul-twisting thing; but no fear is as distorting as a generalized fear of reality. The cult of fear and its antidote -- artifice -- leads to a dead end. Artiface is a facsimile of life -- the aesthetic of the “undead.” Death metal, fashion models posed and lit to look starved and devoid of consciousness, serial face-lifting that renders a person’s face a cadaverous mask, the Tarrantino fetish of graphic violence as comedy.I have no aesthetic or principled objection to a bit of nip and tuck and a bucket of hair paint. But taken too far, the effect becomes self-defeating. A person who’s had a dozen face lifts looks more dead than vital. A face that’s been marinated in Botox looks more like a wax museum replica of a young person than a living one. The fact that we identify these deathly faces with youth and sexiness rather than sickness says much about our growing confusion over reality and artiface. The eroticism of deadness is everywhere. The punk era popularized the black lipstick and mascara look of a cadaver. A woman’s face with so much makeup as to obscure emotional expressiveness is generally associated with sexiness as is the dissipated manequin-chic that typifies so much fashion modeling. The exquisiteness of design and the fact that much of this aesthetic has a nudge-nudge-wink-wink aspect doesn’t lighten its weight in the overall cultural lexicon, particularly as it filters down to younger generations who are unaware of the original ironic allusions.If all of us could afford the excesses of Michael Jackson, how abnormal would he then be? Could I go that far and not know it? That’s the scary question we ask ourselves when we rubberneck our tv every time he appears. It’s our own cult of necrophilia that causes the air to vibrate when we see that face and hear that voice recite the Peter Pan platitudes in a woozy soprano. We’re terrified but can’t look away. His music is now merely an asterisk on his resumé. Removing him is the only way out of our discomforting addiction to sensational coverage of his ever-evolving creepiness. And pedophilia is the silver bullet.Last year I watched the BBC documentary on Jackson. It was a truly repellant experience. The only thing more horrifying was the parade of coverage and commentary that revealed a bizarre giddiness in its malice. Whom did he murder? Whose life savings did he scam? Whose job did he outsource?Why are so many people so sure he’s a pedophile despite the absence of any reported clear evidence? Would we so readily believe Oprah or Derek Jeter to be guilty of pedophilia? We believe what we’re comfortable believing. And we want to believe Michael Jackson is guilty. We want to believe that it’s impossible for an adult to lie in bed with a child or adolescent without any sexual activity or motivations. Is it possible that a young kid with cancer who’s been told by the medical authorities that he’ll soon die has moments of sheer terror? That he’s had his youth stolen from him and is alone in the world while other people float outside in a festival of normalcy? Could he have wanted his sympathetic famous benefactor to lie next to him and maybe even rock him to sleep? Is it possible that Michael Jackson knows exactly who this kid is and wants to give him some peace? I have no way of knowing what Jackson did or didn’t do. I do know that our slow collective public murder of this man is one of the ugliest non-military media spectacles I’ve ever witnessed. If we’re not ashamed, then we truly are the undead.Polar LevineEditor, popCULTmedia.comwww.polarity1.com/bla1704.html----------------------------------Here are a few reviews of this article. you may go to this URL(http://www.polarity1.com/bla1704r.html) to check for yourselfThis is an excellent piece of writing which has changed my way of thinking regarding this topic.Well done Polar Levine and thanks to Music Dish for such an interesting and informative site.-- wilz I've seen this picture. My 24 year old cousin with cancer (fatal) took enormous comfort having his father curl up at his backside and just hold him.-- aromacat Isn't there enough to write about, without leaping to the defense of Michael Jackson? Child molesting is not one bit funny; and it seems to be the state sport of California. Get a grip.” -- Anna TaylorPolar Levine responds:Anna: Yes, there's plenty to write about and this is one of the many issues and non-issues of the day I find worthy of comment. I'm in total agreement that "Child molesting is not one bit funny" which I state very clearly in paragraph 2 of my piece: "As a dad of a young kid I take a hard stand on pedophilia." That statement was in no way gratuitous. But while the entire planet is watching "noted authorities" discuss the case and smirk through reams of personal data about Jackson -- much of which is irrelevant to the case -- it must be noted that he's not been convicted of any crime and no convincing evidence has been brought to light by the prosecution. That is because actual evidence is revealed, not on FOX News, but at a trial before a judge and jury. In the 1980's there was an epidemic of child molestation cases where many day care workers served long prison terms for charges that turned out to be untrue. The media dug up whatever trash it could find on these "monsters" to stoke public anger and draw ad revenue. Why don't *you* get a grip, Anna, and wait until a verdict is announced. By the way -- if you have in your hand a list of all the child molesters who are participating in "the state sport of California" -- please pass them on to the authorities. WOW!!!! One of the most intense commentaries I've ever read!!! There's no way you're wrong on every "bullet-able" point in your article. It just backs up what I've said for years ... that old thing about a man, his money, and public contempt. It's about GODd#amn time someone actually stood up and said it!Kudos my friend,-- John Foxworthy, Chief Editor, Garage Radio Polar Levine, you're one of the most prolific, thought provoking writers i've ever read. Thank you for painting such a grand picture of the 'truth' of our culture's blatant and heartless attack on this issue of Michael Jackson.But, regardless of the subject, you are a phenom and i'd like to applaud your work and gifting!-- Ray Fuller Impressive self-aware article about our current society. More please!-- giacThe Michael Jackson editorial was powerful: the tears are coming down my face in recognition. In 1993 I wrote an editorial for Sexual Perspectives on Michael Jackson, also, only then I was foreseeing that the public would not believe that he could be a pedophile and that we would change our views on man/boy sex. Here we are again, and yes, we are fascinated. This current view is more perceptive than mine was, and probably much more likely.-- Sally Miller Sally@SallyMiller.com.Whether Jackson is guilty or not, this is very insightful and I sincerely hope it's read by enough people to make a significant positive difference in the current world of thinking. You never make anyone guilty just by wishing it so. -- D Jackson Robert Kramer writes:In as far as the Michael Jackson flap goes, maybe sometimes a duck is just a duck. Whether Michael Jackson is found guilty or innocent will be a matter for the courts to decide. In spite of Polar Levine ís colorful pop-ish idiosyncratic diatribe, there are a few points I tend to agree with. Fear has long been a motivating factor in the publicsí judgement of artists, musicians, actors and an endless parade of those whose 15 minutes of fame lasts way longer than tolerable. And our morbid fascination with cultural icons being roasted over by the media has been present at least since the invention of the supermarket tabloid. Like the gapers block at a car accident, you canít look at it, and you can't look away.We tend to abhor that which is different or strange, or not to our tastes or cultural, social or religious comfort zones, and our hatred comes from a fear of not fully understanding these things, as well as not having all the facts.Truly, we, the public, don't have all the facts in the MJ matter yet. The prosecutors who levelled the charges claim they do have facts. Enough facts that they believe support their motivation for filing charges and bringing the whole matter out in court to determine the truth. Innocent until proven guilty. That is our judicial systems motto. What the media and subsequently the public think they know or believe about the facts is really immaterial. Yes, it is a shame how the media slams, defames and shames certain people in the court of public opinion.Too bad. If you object to free speech, don't read newspapers, donít open your email, and don't watch tv. Let's face it. The only way the media can truly offend those who are offended is thru direct contact with the medium.Too often, the media has been called to blame for the sins of morbid curiosity; sins that truly fall upon us, the public. You don't like what you read or hear? That's a shame. To be sure, someone is right and someone is wrong in the dispute over whether Michael Jackson, a 45 year old man with the emotional maturity of a ten year old, and questionable stable mental faculty, was acting inappropriately with children. It is at this point, however, we need to separate the man from the myth. Would this story have the same impact if Michael Jackson were a janitor, teacher or a cook at McDonalds instead of a world famous performer? Would it even have made the ten o clock news? Many would say no, but I disagree.I truly believe that our society has matured to the point where we can now understand and recognize there are certain types of behaviour that automatically show up as a red flag in our conciousness. ANY 45 year old man sleeping with children NOT HIS OWN, demonstrating a blatant disregard for the safety of a child that WAS his own, and showing no conscience or remorse for endangering a childsí life would TEND to make people think that perhaps you were dealing with a potentially dangerous and unstable individual. If Joe Nobody, who lives across the street, were seen dangling an infant from the third floor of his apartment, there would be SWAT teams with rifles trained, and police surrounding the building trying to talk him into surrendering. But because itís Michael Jackson, self-proclaimed king of pop, it only mildly annoys some, with others claiming while it was somewhat strange, there was no real harm done. It was not the medias fault why Michael Jackson turned into the ! self-indulgent freak he has become. It was his own fault. He chose the life he now lives. He alone made the choices that put him in the eye of the media storm that now rages. It is time to admit that each of us is wholly and entirely responsible for our own actions.Whether or not the man can sing and dance is besides the whole point here. Hitler and Gacy were painters. Their talents did NOT, in any way, reflect the measure of who they were in total. Nor do you hear anyone coming to their defense, or blaming ìthe mediaî for hounding them and indulging in public assassination of their characters, trying to use the extreme stress they were put in from having ìtoo much media exposureî as a reason for their ìquirky behaviourì. No, I know, Michael Jackson didn't kill any children..that we know of. But maybe there is reason to consider him as potentially dangerous, given what we have heard and seen so far. And maybe it is time for the public to assume responsibility for pre-judging someone before all the facts are known. In either case, it is clearly the time we, as a society, stop indulging in the kind of blind fan-worship that causes us to ignore inappropriate behaviour. Our noses, in retrospect, may be uglier than anything MJ ever! did to his.Robert Kramer Polar Levine responds:The issue here is not my delicate sensibilities. Of course I can turn the tv off. But as a media critic I comment on media’s role in our culture. My take on this Jackson thing also entails our corporate and government bodies' increasing ability to tap into our personal private lives and retreive the nasty data as soon as one of us is accused of some dirty deed. Whether you're a popstar or a janitor you do not deserve to be dessicated for the amusement of a stimulation-challenged public. A musician should not be penalized for being popular. The idea that a *public figure* is toy for the public to twist, pound and mutate like a lump of Play-Doh is sick. And it's a cheap philosophical loophole that legitimizes our violence and envy as medication for our ennui.It’s well understood that Jackson is mentally askew in certain vital areas. It’s also understood that he’s an extremely well-focused and proactive businessman who’s very much in charge of his multitude of income-generating activities and holdings. We can point to many eccentric -- ok, extremely neurotic -- people who are highly functional in other areas.We don’t know if he acted “inappropriately with children” and we won’t know until a verdict is handed down. Even then we won't know for sure. But that’s the way our legal system works. It's "too bad" if you have to wait until then to howl with the mob. As you say, Jackson’s actions “would TEND to make people think that perhaps you were dealing with a potentially dangerous and unstable individual.” I agree. But that doesn’t mean that he actually *is* a dangerous individual. Sleeping in bed with a child means different things to different people. A child in pain or distress can be comforted by lying next to an adult he/she trusts. Because some people, or the majority if that's the case, think that it is the same as molestation -- doesn't mean it *is* molestation. In fact -- *you* could find yourself, like Richare Perle (the wrongly accused 1998 Atlanta Olympics bomber), having your life and reputation destroyed in public because you're wrongly accused of a horrendous crime with no convincing evidence. Remember, Perle was not a celebrity. The public, the police and the media needed a suspect and here was a guy who was near the scene of the crime. He'll do.I'm a big free speech guy but I'm no fan of using free speech as a blunt instrument for generating profits for media at the expense of private citizens. Jackson's serial facial alterations are not much more extreme than that of Joan Rivers or Cher. And as weird or repellant as his lifestyle may be -- it does not suggest that he has criminal tendencies. We're entertained by the rage and repulsion we feel but that doesn't make our invasion of his privacy and endless malicious commentary any less morally repugnant. If he's guilty of child molestation I'm for putting him away for a very long time. Until that verdict comes down, he deserves the same dignity as any upstanding citizen like yourself. |