by Jeff Marshall
I had every intention of continuing The Jeffy Awards this week.
They will definitely be popping up in the future. There are lots and lots of potential categories floating around the recesses of the black chasm I call my brain.
Instead, I have decided for this one week to derail the Fun Friday Amtrak and go a little serious, a little deep. I want to share with you a struggle I’ve had for a long time – years actually. It’s a struggle that has resurfaced recently, and unfortunately age has made me none the wiser.
I’ve been debating exactly how to explain this, but I’m basically torn as to what separation there should be (if any) between art itself and the artist himself or herself.
Let me be more specific. The media is obviously having a field day with the whole Bill Cosby situation. I actually have been doing a little research this week — reading opinions, watching interviews, perusing news clips. One could literally spend 24/7 from now through Christmas without running out of material to examine. I’m sure we’ve only seen the tip of the Titanic-sized iceberg, too.
The point of this blog is not to comment on Mr. Cosby’s guilt or innocence. My point is to admit that I am concerned that the immediate reaction of people seems to be to to burn his records, pull his TV show from every channel, and to basically try to obliterate every contribution he’s made in the past and all the things that made us love him in the first place.
In the movie MOMMIE DEAREST, after recently breaking up with her beau, Joan Crawford is shown sitting on her bed with a pair of scissors, cutting his face out of every picture. Her young daughter sees this and much to her dismay comments, “If she doesn’t like you, she can make you disappear.”
I want to stress once again, I am not here to comment on the situation specifically. Yet, is it necessary to act like the villagers in BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, running toward the castle with torches and swords, anxiously awaiting a quick execution?
It bothers me that so many people seem to have forgotten that we are to HATE the sin and LOVE the sinner, no matter how heinous the crime. After reading comments by people, it’s obvious there is no love involved — only a rather perverse enjoyment in watching someone’s life deteriorate.
I want to believe that we can still appreciate the wonderful contributions of a not-so-wonderful person. After all, we are ALL not-so-wonderful persons.
Pulling THE COSBY SHOW from the air is not going to erase what has happened. Pulling THE DUKES OF HAZARD reruns because the confederate flag is on the General Lee is not going to relieve the pain of those who fall on either side of this controversial issue.
I can’t help but wonder what’s going on in the minds of young children. Is it possible they think if they do something wrong, they will also be cut out of the photographs, left to become an outcast with a scarlet “A” on their chests?
I would love to hear comments, if you feel passionately on one side or the other. I love debate between people who care for one another and who aren’t offended when someone else doesn’t agree with them. I absolutely love to hear opinions from all sides.
Thank you for allowing me this tangent. I know it’s not the type of Fun Friday blog you’re used to, but I think this could generate some good conversation, and I hope you all have a chance to talk to your children about unconditional love and the power of forgiveness.
Looking forward to hearing from you. Have a blessed weekend!
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Jeff is a musician, humorist, gardener, and uncle. Jeff is Sara’s cousin, life-long dear friend, and “Uncle Oscar” (our nickname for him because of his love of all things movie) to Sara’s kids. Our lives have been intertwined in the most blessed way!