By Ian Tuttle
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Walter Palmer, it turns out, is far from the only
American who enjoys bloodsport. That irony is, of course, lost on the hordes to
whom it applies — the thousands of Twitter users and Yelp posters and
(non-digital) protesters who have shut down Palmer’s Minneapolis dental
practice and forced him into hiding, all because he shot a prized Zimbabwean
lion earlier this month.
The circumstances of Cecil the lion’s death are unclear.
The Zimbabwe Conservation Task Force says that Palmer and his guides lured
Cecil out of Zimbabwe’s Hwange National Park, that the company attempted to
destroy the GPS collar Cecil wore as part of an Oxford University study, and
that after being initially shot with a crossbow, Cecil limped along for some 40
hours before the group was able to track him down and kill him. Zimbabwean
police arrested, and released on bail, Palmer’s two guides, but in a statement
earlier this week, Palmer denied the accusations. Rest assured: The U.S. Fish
and Wildlife Service has opened an official investigation.
Poaching is heinous, and most people are, rightly,
disinclined to slaughter a creature of beauty and might, even when it’s legal.
But the response to Palmer’s safari has gone beyond mere disapproval into
abject rage. On Yelp he is a “gun-toting redneck murderer,” a “f***ing waste of
sperm,” and “a true example of everything that is wrong in this world.” Twitter
users have fantasized about shooting him with his crossbow and murdering him
with his dental implements. Actress Debra Messing called for his citizenship to
be revoked, and Sharon Osbourne summed up the general mood with her usual
modesty: “Walter Palmer is Satan.”
Interestingly, there has been outrage over the outrage.
Conservatives complained that Cecil’s death received far more media attention
than videos of Planned Parenthood’s gruesome abortion procedures and fetal
organ-trafficking, while left-wing race activists complained that Cecil’s death
had been more lamented than Sandra Bland’s.
Everyone, it seems, has a reason to be angry of late.
It’s entirely possible to be upset about a dead lion and dead babies, or a dead
lion and a dead woman in a Texas jail, or about all three. But surely their
intuition is right. It certainly has precedent. Note a story related by the
Greek historian Plutarch in his Pericles:
Caesar [Augustus] once, seeing some wealthy strangers at Rome, carrying up and down with them in their arms and bosoms young puppy-dogs and monkeys, embracing and making much of them, took occasion not unnaturally to ask whether the women in their country were not used to bear children; by that prince-like reprimand gravely reflecting upon persons who spend and lavish upon brute beasts that affection and kindness which nature has implanted in us to be bestowed on those of our own kind.
The last few days undoubtedly have shown that the moral
priorities of a great many Americans are woefully inverted.
It cannot go unremarked, though, that this latest episode
follows April’s cyber-siege of the O’Connors of Walkerton, Ind., targeted for
(hypothetically) objecting to catering a same-sex wedding out of their pizza
shop, and June’s hysteria over Confederate symbols. What can account for the
spitting rage of, say, Yelp “reviewer” Bob H. of Beaverton, Ore., who warned
Palmer today, “Keep your eyes open—someone is going to beat the living s**t out
of you. I am just jealous it will not be myself!”?
In his famous book Amusing Ourselves to Death, Neil
Postman writes of the pernicious effect of mass media:
The information, the content, or, if you will, the “stuff” that makes up what is called “the news of the day” did not exist — could not exist — in a world that lacked the media to give it expression. I do not mean that things like fires, wars, murders and love affairs did not, ever and always, happen in places all over the world. I mean that lacking a technology to advertise them, people could not attend to them, could not include them in their daily business.
Now they can. Postman was referring to the cultural
sea-change represented by television. The same effect is compounded beyond
measure by the Internet, which has, in essence, made everything “news.” It’s no
longer enough to care just about what we read in our local newspaper — about
the daily business of our own locality. We’re now called upon to care about
Christians in Iraq and political prisoners in Iran and starvation in North
Korea. Did you know that Robert Mugabe, the dictatorial president of Zimbabwe,
celebrated his 91st birthday in February by dining on baby elephant? Shouldn’t
we all be outraged by that, too?
A psychic siege is taking place.
It’s not difficult to see that our inclination to
mobbishness is, at least in part, a reaction to being psychically overwhelmed
by issues that are too complex, and too many, to sort through. Instead, we
retreat, aiming to seize upon occasions for easy moral outrage. In the midst of
so many troubles about which Sharon Osbourne, let alone the average Yelp
reviewer, can do so little, social media is the perfect medium for theatrical,
self-affirming expressions of moral superiority. The shrinking of the world
has, in fact, shown us just how big it is. What can you do? Well, you can get
mad.
There are no solutions to this problem, but it might be
mitigated. In an earlier time, the excesses of a Walter Palmer would have been
the interest of Zimbabwean authorities, perhaps a few American policemen, and
whatever private sporting organizations he belonged to. The “daily business” of
London lawyers, Dutch cat owners, and electronica producers in Dubai — all of
whom have demanded that Palmer himself be hunted down — would have been
considerably more provincial. Without neglecting crucial matters of national or
international concern, an effort to refocus on the provincial could do much
good. What does it matter to a citizen of Buffalo, N.Y., or Plainview, Tex.,
that a Minnesota man killed a lion halfway around the world? Nothing. But it
matters a great deal if your Buffalo neighborhood is succumbing to blight, or
if your child’s Plainview public school is lousy. And, of course, about those
problems a person can do something. This is “daily business” to which one can
actually attend.
The problem, of course, is that you cannot credibly
posture on Twitter about a dangerous intersection nearby. Rage is easy;
responsibility isn’t. Most people would rather roar about lions.