Penn State and Righteous Indignation

Until yesterday morning I had met each new development in the Penn State saga with resigned sadness. I have never been to State College, PA but have friends and roommates that graduated from Penn State and/or are from that part of Pennsylvania so I have some sense, albeit indirect, of the importance of why the university’s football program and Joe Paterno in particular are so important to the people associated with it.

It is of course absolutely heartbreaking to hear about the sexual abuse of innocent children and that this abuse took place years ago and has remained hidden by university officials who ostensibly valued brand management over justice. Indeed, that the whole matter was unfolding in the already strange discourse of college athletics, a discourse best characterized by hyperbole and a misplaced sense of importance. David Roth summed up this situation perfectly in his scathing piece on the matter in which he noted that “[t]he college football discourse was never designed to handle something this serious, and is as unprepared for it as the business discourse was for its switch from facile boosterism and clammy wealth-humping to post-crash forensics.”

Nonetheless, it did seem sad to see that Joe Paterno’s career, a career marked by both impressive and unusual longevity and an even more unusual “grand experiment” that strived for both academic and athletic excellence, would likely end on a note of humiliation and scandal. One can even try to empathize with why Paterno would (however foolish and short-sighted such thinking might be) want to keep quiet on the matter out of concern over bringing ill repute for his program. And it is certainly easier to pontificate about what he should have done for people entirely removed from the situation. But of course, any basic understanding of morality entails doing what is right even and especially if doing so is difficult, so that he was so unceremoniously fired seems entirely fitting given the nature of what happened. But at the same time it only made an already terrible situation that much more unfortunate.

But it was the events that followed Peterno’s dismissal that quite literally gave me pause. I went to bed shortly after hearing that the Penn State Board of Trustees had fired, effective immediately, both their storied football coach and the university president, and the first news I saw the next morning was that of the student riots that ensued.

For whatever reason, perhaps naiveté, perhaps ignorance, I never expected that result, and had no idea what to make of it at first. It seemed so strange, both in the context of the gravity of this specific situation but also the political context more generally. I could only imagine how an Occupy Wall Street organizer might react upon seeing thousands of college students rioting in the streets over the terminated employment of an elderly football coach. I imagined said organizer’s head exploding. Of all the things to make people take to the streets, with so many causes in need of support, people are rioting over this?

I really had to sit and think about it for a while. I wanted to move beyond facile explanations like the problems of college culture or the political apathy of the current generation of students. Instead of just dismissing the actions of Penn State students as misguided and unnecessarily destructive, though there are certainly both these things, I wanted to try to understand why they had come to be this way.

In the end, while the actions of the Penn State rioters are destructive, inappropriate, and misplaced, I think this shows that people badly want institutions – and leaders – in which they can believe. That for so many such an institution was a college football program and its long-tenured coach might be attributed to misguided and perplexing priorities, but certainly the failure of other institutions including and especially the system of representative government in this country plays an important role in this as well.

In this regard, the Penn State riots and the Occupy Wall Street protests are two sides of the same coin. While many see the Occupy movements around the country and throughout the world as a way to demonstrate and draw attention to issues of economic inequality and elite dominance of public policy, many others, especially those who have been permanently encamped at the protests and participating in the general assembly meetings intend to establish not just a movement but a venue thorough which they might achieve meaningful participation. They are both rallying against corrupt institutions as well as establishing their own.

I imagine the next several weeks will see a great deal of soul searching in State College, PA, as administrators and students alike come to terms with the aftermath of riots, a still unfolding and tragic sexual abuse and rape scandal, and the end of an era for a football program. Hopefully with this reflection comes both insight on how these events came to unfold as they did as well as a sense of determination to direct such clear desire to be part of something meaningful towards actually achieving it.

This is a start.

So here we are. Barring some kind of  self-serious and constricting mission statement, my goals for this site are to write on political and cultural topics outside my academic work and post things that are awesome. I had (very briefly) tried “blogging” (still the worst word in the language) before, and it wasn’t my scene. It seemed to me that the way blogs distinguished themselves was by either commenting on events moments after they have occurred (I do not have time for this) or by out-snarking one another, which can feel forced. I have found hat while I still enjoy reading blogs like Wonkette or Gawker, especially as breaks from academic reading, I have also been trying to read more long-form pieces that have a bit more depth and polish. While  that is not exactly the format I am going for here, I do endeavor to post pieces that have been subject to more thought and revision than the standard write-about-this-topic-as-quickly-as-possible-before-the-news-cycle-moves-on sort of internet posting.

Nonetheless, as I begin working on such a piece, I am feeling increasingly anxious about the blank page that is this site. So much pressure! I thought I would alleviate that by posting something. As I was thinking of how to start, the beginning of the text below popped in my head. It appears in the liner notes for the album Survival Sickness by The (International) Noise Conspiracy, in place of the lyrics for the song “Smash It Up.” I don’t know if you would call it a poem, a manifesto, or what but I have always appreciated its free-form, sprawling call to arms. It is a pretty lengthy and meandering, and there are some things here that do not resonate with me or that I find naive, but at the same time I have always appreciated it and still find reading it inspiring. Strangely or perhaps tellingly I could not find the text anywhere on the internet besides a couple myspace pages, but awhile ago I did re-type the text while borrowing the album from a friend. There are probably some parts that I copied incorrectly but I don’t think that is inconsistent with the spirit of the whole thing. Here it is:

This is a start.  Cover the bathroom with pictures of my friends.  Write letters to people you haven’t seen in ages and invite them to stay at your place.  Redecorate the street signs so that all the traffic will end up in the water.  Steal a map of the city and try your hardest not to follow it.  Borrow someone’s heart for just an hour.  Change your identity with someone for a week or two.  Play soccer with three goals and no referee.  Cross out words like truth, oppression, and boredom in every dictionary.  Steal books and distribute them to strangers.  Shop for free.  Rob a bank and burn the money.  Money Sucks!  Organize a wildcat strike at your job or at your school.  Drop everything and go to the one place in the world you have always wanted to go regardless of bullshit considerations and excuses.  Go to art museums and sneak your own work into displays.  Play acoustic versions of Angry Samoan’s songs at posh cafes.  Run for every public election in your town and stress qualifications you don’t have.  Give library cards to all your friends as a gift.  Get all of your friends to go into Burger King, order water and take as many seats as possible for as long as possible.  Do this every day right before lunch time.  Change time on all clocks that you encounter, at people’s houses, in public places, etc.  Alter all of the street signs in your town/area with names of places in the world which are currently in a state of war, scene of atrocity, or subject to violent oppression.  Stuff the suggestion box in your local video store demanding that all of the DeBord films be available for rental.  Recommend that Henry Miller be required reading in all high schools.  Write “THIS WILL BE YOUR DEATH” on every piece of money that passes through your hands.   Spend more time naked.  Call every crappy radio station and demand that they play more GG Allin.  If you are in a band, never play the same place twice until you have played everywhere once.  On any first date, make it the mission to get you both arrested for something embarrassing and stupid.  Don’t let your date in on this plan.  If you see people chasing pigeons, chase and pretend to kick them.  Laugh a lot more.  If you have something stupid to say, make sure it gets said loud.  Celebrate every holiday from all countries and cultures.  Bathe in public fountains, especially ones in front of commercial or municipal buildings.  Falsify invitations to art exhibitions and give them to homeless people.  Reinvent and make up new and exciting games.  Drift.  Squat in a church.  EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE THEIR OWN CATHEDRAL.

The last line neatly characterizes the simultaneous appeal and solipsism of sites like this very one, further convincing me to go with this as a means of getting the first post out of the way. Below is the video for “Smash It Up,” the song that this piece accompanies in the liner notes for Survival Sickness. (Interestingly, this piece actually appears in lieu of the actual song lyrics.) I first came across this video back in high school, in a long since forgotten pre-Youtube era in which an adolescent version of me would tape episodes of “120 Minutes” on MTV in order to find videos of bands I liked. I remember this video seemed jarring but at the same time exciting, especially since I was only beginning to become politically conscious and so much of my political socialization came from pretty mainstream sources like the evening news or the local paper. (I wonder what I thought neoliberalism meant at the time, other than this group of Swedish post punks wanted it smashed for some reason.) Anyway, the last bit of text in this video is also something that I still find inspiring, and serves as a fitting start to place where I hope to do more writing:

“Much more can be said on these matters. Go ahead.”