- Important: All passwords were reset on 06/15/11. Old passwords will no longer work. Click here to retrieve your password.
- Subscribe to Our Free Dewsletter
We are non-commercial, all volunteer and supported by our readers. Please help sustain the Dew by making a donation.
Keepin' Us Safe For Ads
Remember Ronny Zamora, the Miami teenager who shot and killed an elderly neighbor in 1977 and then ignited a national debate about television’s influence on behavior when he and his lawyer argued that he had been brainwashed by Kojak and other violent crime series?
That case, a media sensation in its day, came to mind recently as I watched a TV-news update about the release on bail of another Floridian, George Zimmerman, the neighborhood watch “captain” and police wannabe who was belatedly charged with second-degree murder in the shooting death of teenager Trayvon Martin in late February. If I were Zimmerman’s lawyer, I might consider a variation of Zamora’s TV-made-me-do-it defense.
Now, before I take this any further, some disclaimers. I’m not arguing that what Zimmerman did was justified, that he deserves an acquittal or that a Zamora-style defense would work any better than it did three decades ago. Zamora was convicted of murder and spent 27 years in prison before he was paroled in 2004. But the shooting of Trayvon Martin by Zimmerman is much more complicated and confusing, at least until all the knowable facts are laid out at trial, and the cultural context, which includes a television element, is more interesting if not more persuasive.
No doubt a cornerstone of Zimmerman’s defense will be Florida’s “Stand Your Ground” law, which gives a person a limited right to defend himself or herself with deadly force from perceived serious harm. But Florida’s statute and similar laws on the books in more than half of our states are rooted in an American tradition of self-defense and vigilantism that has been celebrated, to varying degrees, by popular entertainment for more than a century.
This is especially true of late. It’s next to impossible to have watched commercial television much in recent weeks without seeing a trailer for The Avengers, the latest theatrical movie about the costumed vigilantes – those brooding, self-deputized defenders of the weak and victimized – that we commonly and casually refer to as “superheroes.” Almost as ubiquitous are commercials for products whose manufacturers paid premium prices for a tie-in with the movie.
There’s a Farmers Insurance commercial in frequent rotation that has master agent J.K. Simmons demonstrating for a laughable gaggle of Avengers wannabes the proper way to fire an explosive dart.
Target’s “Little Avengers” spot has pint-sized versions of the superhero team fantasizing about daring vigilante action against the evil Loki.
Relative to the Martin case, the most startling of these is a commercial for Dr.Pepper that depicts a group of ordinary citizens who, upon witnessing a purse-snatching, rip open their shirts to reveal T-shirts bearing slogans such as “I’m a Warrior” and “I’m a Powerhouse.”
They give chase and one of them actually jumps, superhumanly, and clobbers the thief with a flying tackle. What is the message of this if not “You, too, can be an Avenger if you just show some courage and initiative”?
Images and themes of this sort are part and particle of the cultural air we breathe. Prime time’s top rated new drama of the season is CBS’s Person of Interest, a high-tech variation of its classic vigilante series The Equalizer. Over on premium TV, the protagonist of Showtime’s Dexter is a serial killer who carves up other, less discriminating serial killers. Just the other night, I was amazed, given the hot-button status of the “Stand Your Ground” laws and the Martin killing, to see one of Ortho’s pest-killer commercials that concludes with a block-letter decree that homeowners should “DEFEND WHAT’S YOURS.”
Vigilante justice is a national fantasy – perhaps an international, human fantasy. It shouldn’t be a legal justification for killing anyone in real life, but I think we would be wise to apply some serious thought and discussion to how television and film promote and encourage it.
- Composite image for LikeTheDew.com. Original images, "fair use."
Worthy of Comment
Also on the Dew
When music publisher John Stark first heard Scott Joplin play his piano, he knew that ragtime was the music of hope for a new America. But Joplin would never be content with popularity and fame. Joplin committed himself to racial justice in the early 1900’s. He was inspired by Booker T. Washington and the Dahomeyan defeat in West Africa. But due to this earnest pursuit, he was ignored by the masses for writing the music of Civil Rights fifty years before America was ready to listen. King of Rags, by Professor Eric Bronson, is a historical fiction account of the quest for r Read on →
A few years back, Columbia public relations guru Bud Ferillo made a film about several economically distressed counties that he dubbed the “Corridor of Shame.” This area, which stretched along Interstate 95 in South Carolina from Dillon County to Jasper County, got a lot of attention when then-presidential candidate Barack Obama toured an old Dillon middle school in the run-up to the 2008 election. But did you ever wonder whether South Carolina’s Corridor of Shame was an anomaly -- or whether something similar was happening on the other sides of our state borders? Unfortunately, similar conditions continue, extending north to Tidewater Virginia and curving Read on →
For some reason, a letter from the lobbying arm of the Heritage Foundation was characterized as having been received by NBC News, as if it were some sort of privileged communication. In fact, the thing was a press release and rather obviously designed to change the conversation about the Heritage Foundation from trying to defend the indefensible "study" of Hispanic intellectual insufficiency to food stamps, a real two-fer issue. Two-fer in the sense of being offensive on two fronts since the dollars doled out represent a subsidy to industrial agriculture, even as they serve to remind the indigent that, if they're Read on →
Or rather, helped build. Partially. Last week I attended a straw bale house building workshop in West Virginia. The workshop was hosted by Andrew Morrison of StrawBale.com, who runs similar workshops all over the world where one can go and assist with the building of a bale house and learn all about it to go home and build one's own. He's really great, super knowledgeable, funny, and an excellent teacher. He seemed to be everywhere at once, always available for questions, but never hovering or breathing down anyone's necks. Wait, straw? What kind of crazy person builds a house out of straw? Actually, Read on →