We live in cranky times, as heightened
ethnic sensitivities collide with humor's new brutalism, yielding uncertainty
and frayed nerves. Nowhere is this more keenly felt than in newspaper editorial
cartooning, where politics, ethnicity and the possibility of the Great Insult
share our daily bread.
Unlike prat fall humor which relies on
connections hard wired to the banana peel of our brain's surface—where a blind
person's stumbling is as "funny" as Michael Jordan's—editorial
cartoonists traditionally dig for the disjunction between pious posture and
venal behavior that triggers their craft. The character or policy flaws thus
skewered range from goofy to genocidal, but they should embody earned,
relevant criticism. The target's offenses must result from free actions (earned)
and reflect their impact on the world (relevant).
What is out of bounds? What is wrong with cartoonists exaggerating
unattractive physical traits or using ethnic stereotypes as long as everyone
get equally skewered?
Where—literally—do you draw the line?
When editorial cartoonists pilloried Vice
President Quayle for his learning disability, the
standard of earned relevance was gleefully violated: he was not hired to spell,
nor did he claim it as a Conservative Virtue. Mocking the spelling, golfing or
obesity of a public figure is little more than a drawn pratfall. Instead of
digging for the political implications of a naked Emperor, we are directed to
his pot belly. This sugar rush of superiority deflects attention from the weakness
of a strong person to the weakness itself. We will return to the significance
of this deflection.
In another
approach, Jeff Danzinger of the Christian Science Monitor presents a
family watching television in horrified shame as troops beat on children. The
generically drawn people are identifiable only by captions: "Israeli
troops," "Palestinians," "Jewish Americans" (watching
TV). And thus is found a somber, textured "joke" capturing the
poignant contradictions of Israeli policies, Jewish history and identify—a
critique of a policy, not a people.
Imagine, now, an attempt to equitably add
ethnic "coloring" to these approaches.
Danzinger could have drawn everyone as
stereotypically Semitic—swarthy, large nosed, aggressive. Jews and Arabs,
among many other such groups, have sufficient physical markers to make this an
easy task. Like the prat fall, such images reside on the instantly retrievable
RAM of our cultural consciousness.
By playing up the target's physio-ethnic icons, the
cartoonist insidiously conflates caricature with character, and character with
ethnicity. Having a large nose (typically an ethnic biological trait) becomes a
flaw; so being Jewish, Palestinian etc. becomes a flaw. The weakness itself
that we are deflected, is no longer just an irrelevant
but relatable slice or pot belly, but an accidental feature of a vulnerable
group. Under conditions of ethnic tension and violence, this group portrait may
be the equivalent of drawing a fire in a crowded theater.
As we have seen, there is no symmetry
here because the power relations reflect mocking relations. Reflecting their relative power and immunity
to threat, the most powerful elements in our society do not make very good
visual targets ethnically speaking. How would one capture Quayle?
Are people skewered for being fit? Tall? Having small noses?
Nordic features? Wearing tasteful, conservative, clothes? Having clear,
light skin, blue eyes, and straight blond hair?
The "joke" could be the
disjunction between his ruling class appearance and not so elite skills. But
that mocks an individual weakness in the face of a class strength,
which has a fundamentally different feel—and—impact, than drawing virtual
arrows to the pressure points of vulnerable groups. Not only are more powerful,
WASPY types relatively immune to "even handed" ethnic caricatures,
but those who rely on ethnic slander act as though the meek have already
inherited the earth. They merrily seize the low road so that to recoil at
ethnic caricatures is to be seen as being uptight. Suburban whites denigrating
Black dialect enjoy the flag wrap of outlaw status—naughty rebels tweaking a
humorlessly correct establishment. And when the threatened act
threatened, they mockingly ask; what's the matter, can't you take a joke?
The "correct" response to which
is; what's the matter, can't you find one?