That woman with the long, unruly red hair, crooked eyes, and vague smirk came to represent the whole gestalt. Rebekah Brooks, smug, self-satisfied, hovering about Rupert Murdoch in a serpentine manner that ultimately contradicted any sense that she was truly liberated, became the mascot of the ugliness. Now arrested by British authorities, she turns out to be a most servile and blasphemous creature willing to do anything to push her kind of voyeurism in the name of yellow journalism.
We may not realize it, but we the people actually crave some human dignity.
We may not realize it, but we the people actually crave some human dignity. Having just had the witchlike Casey Anthony and the deviant ‘DSK’ rammed down our throats [these are not legal judgments, just what everybody actually knows], the Murdoch meltdown has expediently serviced our incremental nausea. Enough already with the tabloid “writing,” the cell phone hacking, the downright abuse of privacy, the heartless exploitation of victims, even the duplicity with criminals and pedophiles. It sells, but it stinks.
And that creepy redhead orbiting around that ghastly rich old man who regards human lives with Pharaonic insensitivity—let her disappear already. It’s hard to imagine a less exemplary role model for young people. There is no coolness in the flight of vultures. There is only mercilessness, disgrace, and the lowering of human standards. Even in this age of too much information, the information should have substance.
Yes, even famous people, including royals [whom we anoint as such] are entitled to their privacy and rights. Paying off bodyguards to acquire a prince’s cell number is not reporting; it is reprehensible. Manipulating the voice mail of a child murder victim is not coverage; it is callousness. Investigating the sexual intimacies of other people only betrays one’s own deficiencies and pathologies.
Most folks in this nervous world work hard, abide by sane principles, and put up with the mind-boggling cynicism of the rich and influential. We are systemically cheated by inane and corrupt tax systems, robbed by the oil companies, and we send our children to wars that are essentially business adventures of the military-industrial complex. Yet we retain our patriotism and even our cheerful good spirits in spite of all the ruthless truths we are forced to hear in the news.
What we never needed was Murdoch and his muse giving us their indulgent, profitable depravity.