I’ve realized that I’m not finished talking about the Bruce Emery conviction.
One of the main arguments back and forth about the Emery/Cameron case is whether Bruce Emery has benefited from privilege; that as a white middle-aged man from what is inexpertly called the middle class, he has been treated better by the justice system and by New Zealand than would have been the case for a different sort of person.
One of the things I’ve seen over and over in response to this is, “I’ve seen nothing that proves he was treated differently”. This question irritates me profoundly, and my immediate response is “Of course you haven’t! That’s the wrong starting point!”.
Privilege and prejudice in society don’t work in obvious ways. They can’t – anything that is obvious and indisputable gets challenged and purged from the system quickly. There isn’t ever going to be one clear moment of bias where patriachal/white/age-based privilege gets caught in the act, and demanding proof of one is setting the bar too high. Privilege can, and does, act in our society without ever meeting such a gross test of existence.
Instead, you need to look at the whole picture, the cumulative effect of many small points and angles. Indeed, to continue the analogy, you need to consider things outside of the picture too – how has this been framed, and what sits outside of the frame?
In the case of Bruce Emery, I don’t think there’s any question that the public view of the man and his crime reflects his privileged status in New Zealand’s culture. In the media coverage, similarly, I think this privilege comes through. In the trial itself and its outcome – well, the more specific you get, the harder it is to be definite, and I wasn’t at the trial so this can only be a guess – but a trial reflects and is part of the wider cultural conversation, so I think there’s likely to be some degree of privilege there as well.
The points and angles I’m talking about? There are plenty. Here’s a couple:
The main piece of media coverage from the NZ Herald, one of the most important articles about the case as it happened. Headline: The day Bruce Emery saw red. Just consider for a moment how that headline minimises what happened: a man grabbed a knife and chased some people down a street then stabbed one of them, and this amounts to “seeing red”. Consider now all the many other ways they could have headlined that article. WIthout even going beyond those six words you have a very particular framing that aligns perfectly with the expected effects of privilege. Would another man, a Maori or a Somali or a petty criminal like the exonerated David Dougherty, have been given that headline?
More: what about the widespread media coverage of Emery being denied the chance to spend Christmas with his family after being convicted of manslaughter? How often do we care about whether people convicted of serious crimes don’t get to go home for Christmas? Would the NZ media really have found this newsworthy if Emery wasn’t who he was? Would we get big pieces like this about the pain his family will suffer without him being there to open presents?
Specifically about the trial, another comment I’ve seen made frequently was that the stabbing happened under “disputed circumstances”. Which, of course, it did; the same is true of nearly every murder/manslaughter trial, because that’s how the adversarial system works. The prosecution and defence offer alternative versions of events and the jury and/or judge have to consider if they have reasonable doubt about guilt. The thing that sets these disputed circumstances apart is that one version is by a witness to what happened, and the other version is by the killer. Somehow, this close-up eyewitness account has been balanced by the killer’s own version, and somehow now the truth will never be known. If the eyewitness wasn’t a young brown tagger, would his story be given so little credibility against the killer’s version, not just in court but in the media coverage and the conversations in pubs and on blogs? If it was a white kid from the North Shore playing at being naughty, would his version somehow become more believable?
(Yes, of course there was physical evidence that the blow wasn’t deep, etc. That is hardly proof that Emery’s version is accurate.)
Consider Miri’s comments from a lawyer’s point of view about how far Emery was from meeting the legal criteria for self-defence or provocation; and yet how those two words drive the public conversation about him. If Emery were different, would these words have gained such purchase?
Consider the whole way the sentencing of Emery has been mixed up with the Cameron family’s parenting failures. That should be a completely separate conversation, but it’s being leveraged in because of who Emery is and who Cameron is, and it quietly shifts responsibility away from Emery. Would this really happen if Emery was someone different?
There’s plenty more, of course. This is the way privilege works; this is the kind of thing it does. It’s subtle, and up close any one instance of it can be argued either way. It’s a pattern, though, a consistent push in one direction over and over again. It can’t be put on a slide or proved in a blog post – if it could be demonstrated so easily it would not be allowed to happen. This means, however, that identifying it, being convinced of its existence, is about awareness of a big picture, about drawing inferences and conclusions. But you can’t start investigating those inferences without asking good questions, and checking expectations at the door.
(For those who don’t know me in real life: I’m a white, middle-class male. I operate in a sea of privilege and benefit from it every day; I’m hardly the best person to write about privilege. But what the heck.)
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Dollhouse Ep 1 (No Spoilers)
First ep of Joss Whedon’s new show, Dollhouse. It’s up on Hulu for US viewers, but with some internet jiggery pokery overseasers can also watch it.
I liked it. It felt like chapter one of something longer. Lots of stuff set up.
Most curiously, there was no lead character. The central/star character, Eliza Dushku’s Echo, is deliberately identity-less; she’s kind of haunting, and easy to watch, and clearly going to be at the centre of the series, but she is in no way a lead. It gives the show a weird, uncertain vibe.
It’s clearly intended as a procedural setup – each ep they’ll do a variation on the same theme. I expect this to last for about five episodes before Whedon and crew switch it up and start seriously upending the premise to go someplace else. Remember, Angel was a procedural show too, and by episode nine one of the three core cast was dead and the established pattern had been ditched for good…
There’s more than enough to keep me watching. Cool.
A Failure of Empathy
A year ago, Bruce Emery chased down a youth who was tagging his property, stabbed him to death, then went home, concealed the evidence and went to sleep. These facts were not in question. His trial just ended; he was sentenced to four years and three months for manslaughter. Cue a storm of argument about whether this sentence was sufficient, with the dead boy’s mother announcing her disgust.
I’m not a fan of prisons as a fundamental component of our criminal justice system. I am not a fan of throwing people away for longer to make society feel better. That said, I am invested in ensuring our criminal justice system is unbiased; that it does not systematically treat better or worse people of different kinds. That’s the essence of the charge against Emery’s sentence, that were he not a white middle-aged middle-class businessman then his sentence would have been greater.
A common theme in the discourse around the sentence (see, if you dare, the NZ Heralds’s “Your views” reader feedback section) is of understanding about Emery’s action, and of a willingness to give him the benefit of the doubt, to empathise: there but for the grace of god… This of course reaches its sickening nadir in a notice from the sickening hypocrites at the Sensible Sentencing Trust that Emery shouldn’t have been jailed at all, and the family deserves some blame for letting a 15 year old boy roam the streets.
Anita at Kiwipolitico brings a lot of this together in an interesting post suggesting that Emery received a reduced sentence because he is “one of us”.
I think that’s not quite right; I think a better frame is to say that people who aren’t Emery receive greater sentences than he because they aren’t one of us. In other words, I don’t think the problem is that we have collectively extended our understanding to Emery; I think it’s that fail to extend the same understanding to those who aren’t like Emery. There’s a general failure of empathy.
This NZ Herald coverage at the time of the trial emphasizes Emery’s “ordinariness”, particularly his physical ordinariness – fat and middle-aged. Unspoken, is his whiteness, but it is there in the text because the question begged is “whose ordinariness”? Is being a fat, white, middle-aged man really ordinary? Would the victim and his community see it that way? What does that make them?
The ordinariness of his behaviour became an issue in the case:
Did he react as an ordinary person would? Was he fired by anger that his home had been defaced again? How did anger influence what happened when he and the two taggers confronted each other in a neighbouring dead-end street 365 metres from Emery’s home?
But what about the ordinariness of the victim’s behaviour, getting stoned, tagging some fence; how is this not ordinary? Isn’t this extremely unremarkable stupid kid behaviour? That word “ordinary” is at work in this discourse, allowing empathy for Emery’s circumstances and behaviour, while at the same time excluding the victim.
When Emery killed Pihema, it fed into a general theme of youth fear, a cultural conversation we were having in our country about whether our young people were out of control. That conversation has lapsed in the last year, and is almost forgotten – no doubt because the election is over – and now the frame is about property, and pressure, and how sometimes you get pressed to breaking point and can’t we all understand that?
I can understand that. I don’t begrudge Emery his relatively light sentence; I hope he learns from it and is not destroyed by it. I only wish that the same empathy could somehow be offered more widely.
Friday the 13th Linky
This seems like a crazy-fun toy: xtranormal‘s web app lets you make movies by clicking options and typing dialogue.
Flickr’s Growing Up Star Wars pool, consisting of many photos of 70s kids in Star Wars t-shirts holding their Chewbacca action figures. And lots of weirder stuff too. Love it.
Newish Kiwi politics blog (of lefty persuasion), Kiwipolitico, is getting some good discussion of some tricky issues. Occasional commenter here Anita is one of the key bloggers there. Worth checking out if you’re interested in the big Kiwi conversation but want to avoid the sewers.
These popped up in a couple of places lately, including from beloved leader, because they are that awesome they deserve to be seen by many. Retro book cover designs for 80s films (and more recent films too). Example:
An incredible collection of photos of New York through the 20th century. There’s heaps of them all on the page so it’ll take a while for all of them to load.
The new Scott Pilgrim is out: and now Scott, Ramona, Knives et al. are in Cubecraft form! Cubecraft is an amazing little place where you can print out and fold up box-type models of all your favourite characters. It’s really quite something. Check out the range!
Off-Black explains the greatest drinking game of all time.
And finally… the MIghtyGodKing explains levels of nerdity. With helpful examples.
Climate Change Committee: Submit!
Okay, it’s not the climate change committee, its the Emissions Trading Scheme Review Committee. But those terms of reference mean those in denial about climate change will be out in force, trying to convince the committee not to do anything rash because, after all, people who think anthropogenic climate change is real are just crazy religious fanatics really.
That’s why it’s a good idea to submit. You don’t need to have the kind of detailed opinions about the relative merits of carbon tax vs. ETS that, say, Idiot/Savant or Gareth Renowden might muster. All you need is a conviction that something should be done. There will be lots of submitters following Rodney’s lead with cranky claims that we should sit back and let things go on their merry way; for a good result in this committee, we have to match that with ordinary Kiwi voices saying “Oi! We need to sort this!”
I just posted my submission off ten minutes ago, and now I get home and find (via NRT) they’ve pushed the deadline out another two weeks.
So that means you can do something too. My main points were:
* get it done. John Key has promised it’ll have a scheme in place by Jan 2010; stick to this deadline.
* risk management common sense is that we should be prudent in the face of uncertainty, i.e. we need to be working with negative scenarios, not best-case scenarios;
* don’t get too focused on NZ’s economy and competitive situation, because climate change will shake everything up; a global frame is required.
Take a few minutes to tap a few lines, print, put in envelope, send. Postage is free to Parliament, remember. There’ll be two weeks worth of extra crank letters; consider being part of the two weeks of extra sanity.
Let The Right One In (2008, Sweden)
I was excited to take the opportunity to see this film. As everyone knows, this film brings to life a book that spawned an international frenzy. It tells of the love story between two youngsters, one of whom is mysterious but confident, and the other who is put-upon and overlooked. There is an irresistible attraction between the two of them, but complications ensue, because it turns out the mysterious, confident one is a vampire. The relationship they build is chaste and highly charged, both safe and dangerous at the same time.
It’s pleasing to see that the massive popularity of this book and film is based on something that is so thoughtful and genuine. The huge response this film has engendered shows that it has really touched a nerve in its audience. We should be grateful that the mass audience has embraced a creative work of such quality as this.
(However, I’d heard that there would be sparkles. I didn’t detect any sparkles, unless we count snowflakes. Yeah, that’s probably what everyone meant.)
Recommendation: go see it before you start hearing things that will spoil it for you.
Australia and the future
Every time I look at a news outlet I am horrified by what’s going on in Victoria. Wild fires destroying whole communities and leaving hundreds of people dead – this is incredible and deeply disturbing. I truly hope that the local police are wrong, and these fires weren’t deliberately lit. If this was all the result of a thoughtless – let alone malicious – action by a person, I will be even more upset than I already am.
Of course, I can’t help but view these events through the lens of global climate change. While it is impossible to say something simplistic like “global warming caused these fires”, it is entirely true that climate change is shifting the ecological balance so events like this will be more likely. See also the floods elsewhere in Australia; more extreme events like this are our shared future.
I still strongly advocate personal change and personal responsibility for one’s carbon footprint, but it is increasingly clear that there isn’t time for leadership to grow from the grassroots. There needs to be a political shift, and a rapid one. Paradoxically, I think that might best be achieved by personal change and personal responsibility. We don’t have time to create new leaders out of our communities, but if we change the communities around our leaders then hopefully they will take the hint.
Ethel bounced this link at me the other day – the Toronto Star writing on the exact field I spent the last 18 months working on for my masters, about deploying social norms to facilitate change. Notably, that linked to Canada’s One Million Acts of Green network, which came on the scene only 3 months ago and has already achieved its target. This is not an impossible task; we can change in time to avoid disaster. But we all need to take some responsibility, more than we currently have, even folk like me who already flatter themselves with their green credentials.
That’s kind of intimidating, but it’s empowering too. Back in the 80s when I was a schoolkid and nuclear war was the unspoken baseline fear under all our media, all our politics? That was worse, because all we could do was look at the lines on the maps and pray. This time we can do much more. And because of that, we have to.
Rushdie: Anyone still care?
I picked up a couple of Rushdie hardbacks in a sale for $5 each a bunch of years ago, and as part of my ongoing mission to read everything on my bookshelf I finally picked one of them up. I went for ‘The Ground Beneath Her Feet’. This is Rushdie on rock music and fame, following two characters who become huge stars through the eyes of a third who is their friend and a photographer. The narrative is constructed to echo the tale of Orpheus, but doesn’t stop there, blending in numerous mythological and magic-realist layers. There’s a huge amount of stuff to get your teeth into here.
Trouble is, it mostly doesn’t work. While I’m glad I stuck with it, I almost ejected from the book in its long first half about the youth of the main characters, in which Rushdie indulges himself in near-endless digressions about their relations and their pointed, literary foibles. It improves in the second half, as the main characters actually start doing things, and the parade of oddity kept me interested if nothing else.
It has the aura of a man trying too hard to be literary, and the subject matter is complicit in exposing this. Rock and roll (or, later, just rock) music is the opposite of the flights of fancy in this book, which are designed to be read through one’s reading glasses with a smirk on one’s face. None of it convinces, even for a moment, which is surprising as Rushdie is consort to the famous and has no doubt spent a great deal of time chatting with genuine rock gods.
The breadth of Rushdie’s vision here is unfortunately matched by a serious lack of depth. The alternate-world-of-rock Rushdie creates seems a weak attempt at Alan Moore, the weird intrusions from antoher world seem a weak attempt at David Lynch, and the supergroup he envisions seems unlikely to take the world by storm forever.
There is enjoyment to be had from this book; I was genuinely having a good time for the second half. But I don’t think I’d bother recommending it to anyone. Perhaps I need to dig out a copy of Midnight’s Children, which I remember enjoying immensely, and refresh my memory for Rushdie’s gifts.
But the question in the title does hang over me. Those Rushdie novels on my shelf have seemed less and less essential every year. Does anyone really care about his work any more? Is there any need to go beyond the Booker of Bookers and read the rest of his work? Inquiring minds want to know.
Argh, comments
The spam filter is once again eating random people’s comments.
And I pressed the wrong button and emptied the whole folder before I could finished checking. I know there was a comment by Suraya that I didn’t get a chance to read.
Apologies all.
And while I’m posting… this has been making me question reality the last couple days. I posted it on my LJ and now I post it here: a Star Wars horror novel. Really.
The evocative cover lies after the cut.
Thursday Linky
Tomorrow is another celebration of Bob Marley’s birthday (also NZ’s often vexed national day). So your linky come one day early! ZAH!
If movie posters were honest
Typically thoughtful new blog by Nandor Tanczos, recently retired-from-politics rasta MP: Dread Times
Sex in Advertising, interesting blog for those who can’t turn away from the ongoing spectacle of our grand cultural car crash.
A very cool piece of fanart depicting all the Sci-Fi/Fantasy TV heroes from the 70s! (h/t Jamas)
Classic 70s Sesame Street: Cookie Monster does the theme from Shaft:
And finally… aieeeee! The teeth!