Fear Factor in Falluja
For some reason, while reading this article by Dahr Jamail, reporting from inside Iraq about the realities of daily life under the relentless onslaught of American bombs, I kept flashing on scenes from the various ‘Reality’ TV shows and my visceral antipathy towards them suddenly coalesced into an understanding which I could now put words to. I always have thought those shows--Fear Factor, Survivor, Amazing Race, The Apprentice--were all suppurating chancres on the face of American Culture. This because they all espouse a world-view that is antithetical to everything I value. Namely that life is all about winning some prize or reaching some goal no matter who or what values you trash on your way.
The stories always feature some or all of these values: back-stabbing, cheating, taunting of opponents, put downs of others, petty bickering anger, revenge, dirty-tricks, humiliation…among others just as noxious. Conspicuously absent are any of the values which I treasure: truth, justice, equity, fairness, humility, patience, love, compassion, peaceable resolution of conflict, valuing another as ones self, respect, dignity, mercy, cooperative spirits and so on. I always understood that it was the stark juxtaposition of these completely contradictory sets of values which caused me to cringe whenever I couldn’t avoid exposure to one of these shows.
But now I see it in a new frame which makes the whole thing seem even more inimical than before. It is this: that not only are the concepts mean spirited, but the whole thing is cloaked in a hyped up glitz and glamour and the ‘story-lines’ are scripted and choreographed and this above all--there is no reality in any of it. There never is any real danger in Fear Factor, there never is any real risk of not surviving in Survivor, the participants of Amazing Race are nothing if not rats in a maze and ditto for the Apprentices. It is all an illusion for the contestants that is used to enthrall an audience and distract them from the reality of their own lives. Like the Roman Circus they are designed to keep us from thinking about the true meaning of our lives, from feeling our own reality based fear--of losing our jobs or the roof over our head, of loosing our health without recourse to medical care, of loosing our freedoms, our dignity, our civil rights, our retirement security--from empathizing with the similar plight of others, and from noticing what atrocities are being wrought in our name in Falluja, Gitmo, Abu Ghraib and elsewhere.
My recommendation is that all reality based TV series should be required to base next years series inside Iraq to help the Bush administration show off the purported progress there. Only women willing to cover every inch of skin and hair in robes and veils need apply for these adventures. The Apprentices could design products and businesses to teach the Iraqis how to create an American style cut-throat, consumer-driven economy that turns the blood and sweat of their people into virtual dollars that are free to migrate out of Iraq and into the coffers of multi-national financiers. The Amazing race contestants can go hunting for the WMD with the treasure map that Rummy will draw for them. The Survivors can be parachuted into the desert near an oasis and supplied with small herds of sheep and goats along with a few camels to experience the Nomad lifestyle and what happens when it is disrupted by the Napalming of the oasis and the slaughtering of their herds by a helicopter gunship.
And the Fear Factor contestants can be deposited in Mosul (which is currently getting the treatment which finally subdued Falluja) where they can show those wimpy Falujans how true American-style heroes can suck it up and stay cool, calm and collected while the bombs are falling for hours and days on end, the buildings are crumbling on top of them, the sounds of the jets and helicopters roar relentlessly around the clock. They can courageously maintain their equanimity when snipers take off the face of a man attempting to cross the street and refuse to look away as that face blackens with a cloak of flies. They can sing karaoke to drown out the screams of the dying. They can show their fortitude by not running screaming into the street themselves when a missile tears through the house in which they are guests, ripping the fetus out of their pregnant hostess. They can show their high-threshold for gross-out by sitting with the bodies until they begin to melt in the dessert heat disdaining to cover their mouth and nose to ward off the stench as they watch the worms crawl in and the worms crawl out…..
But in a few years or less they may not have to go all the way to Iraq to find the reality to test themselves against and prove their American-style valor for while they have been distracted by the illusion of fear and the vicarious glee of winning the prize at the end of the maze, the trap has been set to be sprung by only the slightest of disturbances: the rights and the laws and the very assumptions upon which they were crafted which have kept them and their forbearers safe from abuse of power for most of the last two-hundred years have been eviscerated--presumption of innocence until proven guilty in a court of law, habeas corpus, posse comitatus, freedom of speech and freedom of the press, freedom to assemble and freedom to associate, right to petition the government, right to dissent, right against unreasonable search and seizure of property, right to privacy, right to a speedy and fair trial in open court by a jury of our peers…all have been whittled down to mere shadows of their former selves.
Now that is something to strike real fear in the hearts of even the hardiest of Americans because it won’t take much of a disturbance to give the powers that crafted this trap their mandate to spring it on us. One more terrorist attack whether Al Qaeda or homegrown militia spawned. One more inner-city riot which could easily be sparked by an agent provocateur. A virulent epidemic whether nature or man made. And before you know it those helicopter gunships will be flying outside our twentieth-floor condominiums, those jets will be flying over our cities around the clock just to remind us that resistance is futile, our neighbors and colleagues will be dragged from their homes in the dark of night by masked and helmeted men and disappeared into interrogation chambers where there is only one acceptable answer even if it is a lie and in the true spirit of Survivor they will rat us out without flinching.
While our eyes have been on the chintzy prize at the end of the pseudo maze the trap has been primed and most of us will be ever so amazed when it is sprung before we can even say cheese for the Reality TV cameras which are sure to be there to document the triumph of their corporate sponsors and for the education of Americans in the reality of their status in the world as the producers and consumers of the Illusion that keeps everybody in their place, living vicarious dreams of virtual prizes and ersatz joy while the fruits of their labor in the form of their tax dollars are used to teach Iraq, and whoever else seems to ask for it, lessons in reality American style.
