Images Of Newtown



Charlton Heston knew the power of the image. He made his name and his fortune off that knowledge. Long after his marquee days were over, he was still trading on the power of the image. As top gunman in the NRA, he would famously punctuate speeches with the five words – from my cold, dead hands – that became his calling card.

But calling card isn't the right term. It comes from the printed word world. Here, Heston is dealing at the more primitive level of the picture. At the end of his infamous 2000 speech to an NRA convention in South Carolina, he stepped back from the podium and was handed a replica Sharps rifle. We know the image. Heston named presidential candidate Al Gore as the enemy of freedom, delivered those five words and held the weapon up to spirited applause.

As images go, it was crazy good.

Of course, the image was nicely constructed. The weapon, an icon of the American Old West, smelled of nostalgia and freedom. We can ask how much different the image would be if the yeoman-farmer-playing Heston instead held up a Bushmaster M17S semi-automatic bullpup rifle? Somehow, the manufactured purity of the image would have been sullied, no?  Someone might have asked: Mr. Heston, all this talk about the virtues of the Jacksonian man and this modern killing machine?

The simplicity of the image (and doubly powerful for that) hides the simplicity of the argument. Nobody was trying to remove the Sharps rifle from Heston. The questions then, as now, had more to do with keeping the exponentially higher power of modern guns out of the hands of modern madmen.

At a deeper level, of course, it was an image that spoke to those Americans who see any form of gun control as a neutering of the self-defined patriotic imperative to keep possible the ability of the people to revolt against the government. What such a revolution would put forward as a new form of political legitimacy was never made clear, but one thing was very clear: no guns, no ability to revolt. The Heston image blew life on those embers.

As images go, it was crazy good.

Until last Friday.

That's when Adam Lanza, from Newtown, Connecticut, shot his mother, took her guns to Sandy Hook Elementary and shot to death six adults and 20 first- and second-graders before killing himself. From that massacre have come many questions, many words, much grief and many tears. And, in the photographs of the murdered innocents, some new images.

Last night, U.S. President Barack Obama deftly dealt in the power of those images as he read aloud the first names of the dead little ones. Charlotte. Daniel. Olivia. Josephine. Ana. Dylan. Madeline. Catherine. Chase. Jesse. James. Grace. Emilie. Jack. Noah. Caroline. Jessica. Benjamin. Avielle. Allison.

The visual news media quickly turned that list into a devastating voice-over. Viewers hear the president's voice and see the photos of the children.


As images go, Emilie is better.

If anything can redeem those deaths, it is the possibility that a majority of U.S. politicians will now stop following the image of the actor Charlton Heston, and, instead, choose to be led by children on this one.

                                                                        *****
Tonight it is Friday, Dec. 21, and it's one week since the Newtown murders. And it's been one week of being washed in those now-political images. And the lesson is starting to be explicitly drawn. Here is Anderson Cooper and a Roman Catholic Church leader on CNN just now. They bear witness, from two distinct traditions, to the power of images. 





                                                                        ********

Tonight, it is Thursday, Dec. 27, and it's almost two weeks since the Newtown murders. And I am still struck by the power of images, even the power of the suggestion of images:


RT ‏@kelsey_davey watching the movie with dad. i cant believe this footage and the 911 calls. please don't make a movie for Newton.
If the public could see what a .223 bullet from a Bushmaster does to a 6 yr old face or body, the gun debate would b over & the NRA finished
                                                                      ********

Today, Jan. 5, 2013, a new image of the U.S. president being informed about Newtown has been shared:


                                                                      ********
It's Jan. 16, 2013, and today U.S. President Barack Obama publicly dealt out his gun control proposals (universal background checks, assault weapon ban, limitations on magazine capacity) and demonstrated that this is still a war of images:


The president pulled out that tired-sounding equation that his proposals should be adopted if they have a chance of saving the life of even one child, and then he said they should be supported, pause, for Grace. The television networks obliged with a full screen punctuation mark to the power of single image.





Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

:)

Image
One of the joys and dangers of studying in the MACT program is that you start to feel scared enough to feel confident enough to fool around and try simple new things with technology. The danger is that you're not good enough not to spend most of your time fiddling around doing those things. And, so, this morning I am proud to announce that, taken by the hand, I have managed to embed html vimeo code into my blog. Please, no applause. This is not much, I know. Your basic 8 year old can do more. Asleep. But it is a minor accomplishment for me, because of me. And how I get in the way with my pre-wired reaction that new things won't work. The effect of that kind of thinking (or that lack of thinking) is that I transform the machine in front of me into an antagonistic force working to undo me. But it does remind me of me when I attribute malevolence to the skies when they conspire to bring rain on a morning of golf! Either way, that's bad storytelling. On another leve...
Read more

Hello!

Image
The potential socialness of a bicycle is built right into its roofless and windshieldless and doorless frame. It is easy to say hello on a bicycle. Like this morning. These sidewalkers nodded to me in unison at the exact instant I nodded to them. I said hello to the jogger, and he waved back. Hi, I said, to the dog walkers and the dog, and they nodded a greeting back. Both joggers smiled and said hello as our lives passed. I said hello to the squirrel. I said hello to the woman walking with poles and she returned the hello. The jogger looked over and I said hello as she said hello. I said hello to this fellow egg picker upper and we talked for a couple of minutes. Her bicycle comes out April 1. She is excited. Hello, I said. Hi, she said. I said hello to the  man on the other end of this leash and he said he and his dog were enjoying the beautiful morning. I said hello to this woman and she said hello, and we laughe...
Read more

Some Late Thoughts Listening To Wheat Kings

Image
Wheat Kings in Edmonton, July , 2016 I asked a friend at work what The Tragically Hip song Wheat Kings was about, and he paused for a beat longer than he would have had he not considered the same question many times. And then said: "I don't know." I took this as a good sign both of his humility and the song's profundity. It was an honest question. I don't know much about The Hip. They were cool for the first time when I was watching my wife raise our children, and trying to help the mission where I could. Those were busy days. The 1990s are my mediated decade, preserved by photographs of my younger self. Among the art that didn't get in was The Tragically Hip's. And it was a dishonest question. I knew the song was about David Milgaard's wrongful conviction and wrongful jail time served for the murder of Saskatoon nurse Gail Miller. And it was an honest question, because song's visual shards—that weathervane, a killer's face lit ...
Read more