
Just a couple of innocent victims of homophobic bigotry?
There is a basic rule of journalism — a rule that has nothing to do with politics whatsoever — that if a dog bites a man, that’s not news. News is when a man bites a dog. That is to say, newsworthy events are by definition unusual.
Some crimes capture widespread attention from the media and other crimes don’t, and this is not because editors have passed judgment that one crime victim is less deserving of sympathy than another, or that one perpetrator is more worthy of condemnation than another.
Usually, at least.
For example, I’ve never quite understood (and there was a lot of questioning among media-watchers at the time) why Matthew Shepard’s death became a nationwide cause célèbre, with nationally televised vigils and so forth. As murders go, Shepard’s murder wasn’t particularly unusual: Privileged college kid goes to a local pub, meets up with a couple of local two-bit hoodlums who decide to rip him off and, instead, the rip-off escalates into murder.
Nasty crimes like that are unfortunately not man-bites-dog news and, except for the fact that Shepard was gay, his death might never have made headlines outside of Wyoming. But of course, Shepard was gay, and so his death became a symbol of America’s Rampant Homophobia and — if you didn’t pay much attention to the details — you might have thought Shepard’s killers were right-wing fundamentalist Christians, rather than a couple of small-town petty criminals, both of whom had prior records for minor offenses including burglary and marijuana possession.
“True crime” has always been one of my favorite genres of literature. When I was in high school, one of the popular paperbacks was Vincent Bugliosi’s Helter Skelter. When I was a freshman in college, our reading list included Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood. And the first book I ever read by Hunter S. Thompson was Hell’s Angels.
So I’m sort of an amateur authority on this kind of writing, to say nothing of my own adolescent experience hanging out with hoodlums, dealing dope and being in the vicinity of other criminal behavior of a type usually dismissed as “juvenile delinquency.”
The problem with such a dismissive attitude, however, is that juvenile delinquency is for too many youth the apprenticeship to a life of crime, and all three of the true-crime classics I cite — Helter Skelter, In Cold Blood and Hell’s Angels — focus on petty criminals who kept at it until they committed atrocities that became national news.
Charles Manson had been in and out of custody since he was a teenager until he was turned loose amid the “Summer of Love” in San Francisco and became a hippie guru whose followers eventually committed the Tate-LaBianca murders. Perry Smith and Dick Hickock both had lengthy criminal records before they met in prison and hatched the scheme that became the murder of the Clutter family in Kansas. And the Hell’s Angels were just one of several California-based motorcycle gangs until the 1964 Labor Day weekend in Monterey when they gang-raped two teenage girls.
Some crimes just lend themselves to sensational coverage, and others don’t. The question of political correctness in the selection of Big Headline Crimes nowadays is something that interests me and a lot of other people who believe that too many in the media nowadays are shaping coverage of news events in order to serve some kind of crusading do-gooder “make a difference” agenda.
Damn these wannabe humanitarians and philanthropists. If you want to work at the Ford Foundation or some other kind of charity, do it. If you want to change the world, run for Congress or join the Peace Corps. But stop bringing your missionary zeal into journalism, turning your pet “social justice” causes into crusades, and then trying to bully everybody else into supporting your cause.
So . . . rape.
Now, there is a basic rule of true-crime journalism: Crimes stories are not about victims, they’re about criminals.
Charles Manson is the protagonist of Helter Skelter. It’s not a story about Wojciech Frykowski, OK? Likewise, In Cold Blood is not “The Herb Clutter Story,” and we don’t even know the names of the two girls whose 1964 gang-rape by the Hell’s Angels turned into a magazine assignment for Hunter S. Thompson and eventually became his first book.
Rape stories are about rapists. The victim is usually never even named, unless she is also murdered, and rape-murders are actually common enough that you can’t even get a magazine assignment to cover a story like that unless the perpetrator turns out to be a psycho serial killer.
OK, so what if the rape-murder victim is a 13-year-old boy? That’s kind of a rare crime, and if the victim suffocated — bound and gagged — during an hours-long torture ordeal in which he was repeatedly sodomized, you might think a crime like that would be considered newsworthy.
But most people have never heard of Jesse Dirkhising, and there are those of us who suspect that maybe Jesse Dirkising is nearly unknown for pretty much the same reason that Matthew Shepard became famous: There’s an agenda.
Never mind whether it’s a good agenda or a bad agenda, it’s an agenda, and everybody knows what it is.
The point, from my perspective, is that news coverage is being influenced by a sort of consensus opinion among the influential elite of the journalism industry that some crime victims are more equal than others.
I don’t raise this topic randomly today, but because I’ve been called a “homophobic bigot” by a liberal blogger after I wrote about a case where a gay couple were accused of raping their adopted boys.
This might be a fair accusation if I’d never written about — to cite some examples — the rape and murder of Donna Willing, or the University of Massachusetts gang-rape, or the gang-rape of an 11-year-old girl in Texas, or the rape of an 8-year-old girl in Fairfax County, Virginia, or the rape-gangs in England, or the 10-year-old girl recently kidnapped and raped in Northridge, California. These are just a few examples of heterosexual crimes I’ve occasionally written about, so I certainly don’t need any lectures from liberal bloggers about how common such crimes are.
No one could fairly accuse me of ignoring or minimizing heterosexual crime, including the case of Elizabeth Leigh Garner, the former Tennessee Titans cheerleader who tried to molest a 12-year-old boy — allegedly, I hasten to add, because Ms. Garner is presumed innocent until proven guilty. The same is true of George Harasz and Douglas Wirth of Glastonbury, Connecticut. For all I know, this couple may be the innocent victims of a homophobic witch-hunt, but nonetheless they are accused of raping boys as young as 6.
Look, if you want to call me names and deliver lectures about what an awful person I am in order to demonstrate (by the obverse, as it were) what a wonderful person you are for denouncing me as a “bigot,” OK. That’s your hustle, and if you’ve got a bunch of readers too stupid to see it as the hustle it is — “Admire me! I hate homophobes!” — then I congratulate you on your good fortune. A sucker is born every minute and, in 18 years, they can vote Democrat, too.
All the speculation and theory and research about this subject, as to whether homosexuals or heterosexuals are more likely to commit crimes against children, is immaterial to the news value of this crime in Connecticut, and if you want to see me get really angry about something, just try telling me I don’t know what is or is not newsworthy.
“They took turns raping me over and over”? If you don’t think that’s news, you need to find another line of work.