I Love When Celebrities Get Political
But only when they're on my side. Of course.
I watched the Emmys Sunday night (Yay, Ted Lasso! Yay, The Crown! Yay, The Queen’s Gambit! Boo that Wandavision got no nods. I haven’t seen any of the others. Don’t judge.) and was surprised at how little we heard about politics, racism, and world issues. We’ve come to expect that celebrities with megaphones will use them to reinforce the common good. They’re all liberals, right? (Well, no, but there’s that perception. Yet all the good ones, the ones I like, are, in fact, pretty damned liberal. Funny how that works.)
It isn’t that I was disappointed. I love the Emmys! And the Oscars! And the Tonys! And the Golden Globes! And the rest! It was just noticeable. Are they relaxing, now that Trump is gone and Biden is presiding? I hope not. There’s still much to do. Many reasons to get our panties in a major twist, and I expect those with the loudest voices to be at the head of the line.
I thought about that time Robert DeNiro went after Trump at the 2018 Tonys, and remembered that I had written about it the morning after. I seem to remember that not all of my commenters agreed, but my Blogspot comments have disappeared somewhere into the Disqusphere and I can’t figure out how to get them back. So if you click on the link, there’s no interaction. None. But you can read it here, and comment if you like, and it’ll appear and stay—I hope.
So here it is:
First published on June 11, 2018:
You could spend many wasteful hours going back through at least 30 years of my public utterances--blogs, essays, articles, comments--but you'll never find an F-bomb in any of them. That's not me. It's not my most hated word--that would be the C-word--but it's right up there. [Ed note: See more on this here.]
I shake my head a lot, signaling uninvited disgust at the thousands of times I see it on Twitter, on Facebook, in blogs, in real life. I don't get how "F--- you!!!" adds to any argument, other than making the user feel mighty, mighty good. It's used so much it's lost whatever luster it might have had. As slings and arrows, they're even kind of laughable.
But last night at the Tony Awards Robert De Niro dropped the F bomb--twice--against Donald Trump, and I, an audience of one in my own living room, found myself cheering like a maniac.
So what's the difference? The difference, as I see it, is in context, power, and visibility.
Context: Trump had just come off of a lunkheaded one-man burlesque at the G7 Summit held in Canada. At the meeting where leaders from the top industrialized countries gather to work on equitable alliances, Trump's dual roles as chaos creator and spoiled brat became clearer with every word and deed. The Ugliest American embarrassed us once again, and put us in a far weaker position world-wide than any president had ever done before.
Trump is headed today for talks with the North Koreans. It's a clown show, with Dennis Rodman as the frontman. Trump will know in seconds whether or not it's going to work, because "It's what I doooo." The two dictators will have a private 45-minute sit-down, again unprecedented, the need for secrecy way too suspicious.
Then there's that whole flap about refugee kids in cages, literally torn from their parents' arms, all in the name of "new and tougher immigration policy". The program is so rotten the UN's Human Rights Commission felt compelled to condemn the United States of America for "arbitrary and unlawful separation of family life...a serious violation of the rights of a child".
It adds up.
Power: Robert De Niro is a world-famous actor known for his no-bullshit take on our politics. Every one of us would have been surprised if he had taken the stage and said nothing. He did what he came for, and he did in New York City, where businessman Trump is and always has been a pariah. De Niro did it in front of an audience of creative mavericks there to celebrate the freedom to dream, to endure, to interpret the human condition. Trump--no surprise--is the antithesis of all they hold sacred.
Visibility: De Niro got a standing ovation. How awful if he hadn't, coming off of that powerful performance by the still-grieving students from Parkland--those same students now working to bring the NRA to its senses before more children are killed, and getting ugly heat, even from members of Trump's administration. The optics were inescapable: De Niro could have been every furious parent, every furious student, every furious human being capable of horror at the violence perpetrated on us all.
The ceremonies are broadcast all around the world. Millions of people saw De Niro pump his fists and say those words, and, for everyone who sniffed "blasphemy", claiming, bizarrely, that it could only help Trump, there were countless others who did as I did--cheered the hell out of it. Pumped! We were pumped.
We need that kind of anger, that kind of power, that kind of visibility, and let's face it--it means more when it comes from a celebrity than when it comes from a policy wonk or a relative nobody. Celebrities have sway. They get quoted. Their names and faces mean something. Witness the fuss this morning over what De Niro said. We're talking about it. Not just the words but the reasons for them.
And that, my friends, is a Big Effing Deal.