Bad Boy, R&B Entertainer, Chris Brown. While Brown’s lyrics continue to ooze sadistic violence and hate-filled contempt for women, any expressions of contrition and remorse (especially as the price of entry to this country) should not be taken seriously.
HATE, NO LESS THAN LOVE, seeks outward expression. The
observation is neither new nor profound, but it’s true. Just consider how much
happier and more productive the world would be if only love could be expressed.
If hatred’s dreadful energy could be sealed-up completely within the haters
themselves – transforming them into tiny black holes of negativity from which
nothing hurtful or destructive could ever again escape.
Unfortunately, hatred is seldom satisfied with just one
victim. Indeed, it is the corrosive effect on the individual human personality
that makes hatred’s outward social expression so devastating. One has only to
look at the photograph of Adam Lanza, the 20 year-old perpetrator of the 2012
Sandy Hook Elementary School massacre in Newtown, Connecticut, to see how
completely self-hatred can hollow a person out. Behind Lanza’s unnervingly wide
eyes there is a terrifying absence. Hatred has created the perfect mechanism
for killing 20 children and 7 adults, at point-blank range, with a Bushmaster
.223 calibre XM15-E2S rifle.
Adam Lanza - A terrifying absence.
The expression on the face of Chris Mercer, the 26 year-old
responsible for the deaths of 9 students at Umpqua Community College, in the US
state of Oregon, just last week, is similarly blank. As if all that was
worthwhile in this young man has been utterly consumed, leaving only an
all-consuming rage against the god he blamed for his increasing isolation and
despair. Neighbours describe Mercer “sitting alone in his room, in the dark,
with this little light.” On 1 October 2015 even that little light went out.
“Are you a Christian?” Mercer is alleged to have asked his victims – before
pulling the trigger of his Taurus .40 calibre pistol.
What is it about the United States that generates these mass
shootings? Is hatred hollowing-out a whole nation? Will the world soon be faced
with an American gaze as blank and pitiless as Lanza’s and Mercer’s. Or, has
the United States already reached that point? And, if it has, when did it
happen – and why?
In her powerful historical anthem, My Country Tis Of Thy People You’re Dying, the Native American
songwriter, Buffy Sainte-Marie, refers to “the genocide basic to this country’s
birth” – boldly rendering the whole of US history as an exercise in externalised
hatred. In similar vein, President Abraham Lincoln, in his second (1865)
inaugural address, speculated that the still-raging civil war might represent
God’s judgement on the morally flawed American republic:
“Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty
scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until
all the wealth piled by the bondsman’s two hundred and fifty years of
unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash
shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years
ago, so still it must be said ‘the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous
altogether.’”
Not that the massive death-toll of the American Civil War
was enough to slake the thirst of American hatred. As the African-American
chanteuse, Billie Holiday, revealed in her haunting 1939 recording of Abel
Meeropol’s poem, Strange Fruit, that
cup was far from empty:
Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
Tragically, all the violence inflicted on African-American
men has not prevented them from projecting their anger, hurt and self-loathing
onto African-American women. Hatred has a way of sucking-up and kicking-down:
celebrating the perpetrators’ violence by encouraging its victims to become
victimisers themselves. Usually by unleashing pain and suffering on those even
lower-down on the social pecking-order.
Chris Maurice Brown was born in Virginia, and raised in a
household where this sort of male-on-female domestic violence was commonplace.
Sadly, the 26 year-old R&B entertainer has gone on to replicate the
dysfunctional behaviour he experienced as a child in his own adult
relationships. Even more problematically, he routinely validates the
objectification of women, along with the violence it both inspires and excuses,
in his music. Brown’s critics have characterised many of the lyrics of his recordings
as hate speech against women.
Convicted of assaulting his partner, Rihanna, in February
2009, Brown has found it increasingly difficult to perform overseas. His
planned 2015 Australasian tour will proceed only if the Australian and New
Zealand authorities grant him a special entry visa. New Zealand Campaigners
against domestic violence are urging the National Government to keep him out.
It is difficult to fault their argument. While Brown’s
lyrics continue to ooze sadistic violence and hate-filled contempt for women,
any expressions of contrition and remorse (especially as the price of entry to
this country) should not be taken seriously.
Love expresses itself in forgiveness. Hatred, by contrast,
just doubles-down.
This essay was
originally published in The Press Of
Tuesday, 6 October 2015.