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June 20, 2010
Which things are more worth dying for?
There's an old rule of polite society to "never discuss religion or politics," and the reason is that people get emotional about such things, and take them personally. Hurt feelings result, and even occasional fights. In view of what went on in Los Angeles recently, I'm wondering whether the rule should be amended to include sports. No, seriously. Some Americans can't resist resorting to violence against supporters of the wrong team: Despite a massive Los Angeles police presence Thursday night, sporadic violence broke out near Staples Center after the Lakers defeated the Boston Celtics in the NBA Finals.Isn't that just lovely? I'm reminded of the time there was a showdown in Philadelphia between the Lakers and the 76ers, and being recently retransplanted to Philadelphia from California, it struck me that my loyalties really ought to be with the Lakers. So in my usual clueless manner, I thought it would be amusing to shout "GO LAKERS!" In the Philadelphia area, there are sports fans who do not take kindly to criticism of their opinions or teams. I remember that not long after I moved back to Philadelphia from California, there was huge local hysteria over a showdown between the Philadelphia 76ers and the Los Angeles Lakers. While riding through Philly in a friend's car and thinking it was funny to hear people cheering in the streets for the Lakers, I thought it would be equally funny to evoke (in an imitative if insincere manner) a little pro-California cheering. I opened the window and yelled "GO LAKERS!"In light of recent events, I'm now wondering about my own sanity to imagine I was free to yell such a hateful slogan without police protection! Is this for real? Somehow it just strikes me as beyond the pale to be beaten and/or killed simply for supporting the wrong team. Entertainment is, after all, considered to be a harmless if not healthy activity, and harming people because they don't share your taste in basketball teams is like beating an orchestra patron for liking Stravinsky. It strikes me as insane. As to the morality involved, society has decided that some crimes are worse than others, and that beating someone for the wrong race, wrong religion, or wrong sexual preference is more evil than beating the same person for other reasons, or for no reason at all. Why is that? As I observed in a post about hate crime, a good argument can be made that a random attack is more wicked than an attack for a reason (whether good or bad): Would it be less "hateful" if the same group of kids deliberately singled out a well-dressed businessman for attack? Why? Suppose that in addition to administering a near-fatal clubbing, they took his wallet. Does that make the crime "better"? Less "hateful"? I think you could argue it was at least as hateful, and certainly it was more purposeful. Or does hate have to have more of a random element? But what is random? Isn't there an element of randomness in selecting any stranger as a victim? Had he not just happened to be there, he wouldn't have been selected, but I'm having conceptual difficulties with the idea that simply targeting the next person to come around the corner is any less or any more hateful than targeting the next "easy mark" to come around the corner. Most criminals, of course, select their victims based on the likelihood of a successful attack. In order to do this, criminals utilize a mental process which can only be called discrimination. Don't hate crime laws simply discriminate further, by making a judgment that some victims are better than other victims?No one wants to be attacked, beaten, or killed. But there is something about knowing that there was a reason for the attack that provides a certain, if not emotional satisfaction, then closure (if you will) for victims and their families. To be attacked for one's race or religion -- or even for one's money -- is "better" than being attacked simply at random. Because a reason -- even a wrong reason -- carries with it meaning. Parents are more proud of (and have very different memories of) a son who died in combat defending his country than if the same son died in a car accident, and families of the 911 victims would not feel the same way had the Twin Towers collapsed because of a design defect. And people who die as martyrs are seen as having meaningful deaths. A "senseless" death leaves people grasping at straws trying to understand, and maybe never understanding. So, crazy as it sounds, I would rather be attacked for my nationality or political beliefs than for my taste in sports. So why is it that "hate" crimes are "worse" than "senseless" crimes? Assume that mob that attacks and beats someone for being of the wrong race is just as savage and animalistic as the mob that attacks and beats someone for liking the wrong sports team. Why is the former type of savagery considered morally more egregious? Is there something more "innocent" about the latter? What is "innocent" about having no excuse? The Rodney King rioters, bad as they were, were at least arguably driven by a sort of vengeance that could find support in certain political circles or among demagogues. But no one that I know of would defend Lakers versus Celtics violence. So, if we assume that the relative merits of these things can or should be judged, I think the sports rioters are less innocent than angry political-style rioters, and more deserving of punishment. That probably makes me a bad sport. MORE: Glenn Reynolds links a post by an LAPD officer who says he "hope[s] the Lakers lose every game next year," and describes the violence as celebratory in nature: I don't know when this peculiar custom began, but it is one I hope -- in vain, surely -- to see ended someday.To the extent that the violence was motivated by a desire to have fun, that makes it even worse from the standpoint of a victim. To hit someone out of anger (or because of some grievance, real or imagined -- even wearing a Celtics hat) is at least comprehensible. To hit someone in order to have a good time is sheer animal sadism. posted by Eric on 06.20.10 at 04:21 PM |
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when I was growing up in Ann Arbor, I and my younger brother drove down to the Air Force Museum in Dayton Ohio one Saturday. It was the weekend before the Michigan-Ohio State football game.
Big mistake. There wasn't any problem at the museum, but we stopped at a gas station/restaurant in Ohio on the way back. A bunch of local toughs saw our Michigan plates, and dealer tags indicating we were from Ann Arbor. They were going to show us how much they truly appreciated Michiganians.
I suspect the main reason they didn't was they only had knives (not guns - this was years ago) and my dad had put a bo stick (essentially a quarterstaff) under the rear seat and a jo stick (three feet long, 1-1/2 inch oak staff) under the driver's seat. I grabbed the jo stick, my kid brother got the bo stick, and I gave my peace and love speech while he flicked the knife out of the hand of the leader with the bo stick. (Rapped his knuckles, literally.) After that we got back in the car, and didn't stop till we hit the Michigan border.
The next week we got ours back by sneaking into the parking lot at Michigan Stadium and putting "Bo Glue" and "Go Michigan" bumper stickers on cars with Ohio plates -- especially red and gray cars.