THERE'S a new lobby group in town: Apologists Incorporated.
Their basic premise is that no one is ever responsible for
anything bad that happens to them and therefore no one should be made to suffer
the consequences of wrong, dangerous or stupid behaviour.
This applies whether you are a convicted criminal, a
hopeless parent, a bad tenant, a drug user, a welfare bludger or a tagger.
Apologists reject the notion that disapproval or (heaven
forbid) punishment might be useful in deterring people from doing things that
harm themselves and others. To them, disapproval is just another example of a
judgmental society ganging up on the vulnerable and marginalised.
In their eyes, no one is ever allowed to judge anyone else
and “discrimination” is by definition a dirty word. Never mind that
discrimination is the social judgment that allows us to distinguish between the
good and the harmful.
Apologists Incorporated have become noticeably more active
in recent weeks, indignantly raising their voices in defence of people’s right
to ignore the rules by which the rest of us try to live. A few examples:
● The howls of protest at the suggestion that people
receiving the unemployment benefit might be required to submit to drug tests. Clearly,
drug users are entitled to expect that the taxpayer should subsidise their
illegal habits.
● The outrage that greeted Social Development Minister Paula
Bennett’s announcement that beneficiaries with outstanding arrest warrants will
have their benefits cut. Clearly, it’s the taxpayer’s responsibility to support
criminals while they evade the law.
● Green MP Julie Anne Genter’s statement in Parliament that
taggers should be allowed to “assert their mana, passion and courage”* – this in
response to the Hutt City Council (Graffiti Removal) Bill. In other words,
mean-spirited ratepayers and property owners should stop grumbling about the
defacement of buildings and the huge cost of cleaning up.
Unfortunately it’s my generation, the idealistic baby-boomers,
that’s responsible for all this anguished hand-wringing. We have a lot to
answer for.
* * *
THE DOOMED TV current affairs show Close Up wasn’t exactly a journalistic heavyweight, but whatever
replaces it is likely to be even frothier. The marketing people who control
TVNZ regard news and current affairs with the same distaste as a gardener
regards slugs and mealy bugs.
Taken on its own, Close
Up’s impending demise is worrying enough, but it takes on an even more
disturbing dimension when considered in the context of other media trends.
Newspapers are shrinking as advertising support falls away.
As a result, there’s less news in the papers – and most conspicuously, less
information about what’s happening in other parts of the country since the
demise of the New Zealand Press Association.
The American playwright Arthur Miller reckoned a good
newspaper was a nation talking to itself. What he meant was that a civil,
democratic society depends on the free flow and exchange of information and
ideas.
Cheerleaders for the digital media revolution believe online
platforms will more than compensate for the decline of traditional news media,
but that remains to be seen. The Internet does some things well, but has proved
a poor substitute for old fashioned print media when it comes to the gathering
and dissemination of “straight” news.
* * *
PACKAGING manufacturers are pressing on with their attempts
to produce the ultimate impenetrable container.
They encase products such as batteries in armour-like
plastic packaging that resists everything short of an axe.
They drive music lovers mad by wrapping CDs in brittle
plastic that peels off in small pieces. This is often exacerbated by tiny,
sticky labels that prevent you opening the CD case and have to be painstakingly
removed with a razor blade.
They delight in taunting consumers by capping soft drink
bottles with tear tabs that come away in your hand, leaving the bottle top
securely in place. Ditto with milk
bottles, where the supposedly removable seal is often anything but.
Recently I was a guest in an up-market B and B where it took
several minutes to prise the tiny foil seal off the complementary shampoo
container in the shower.
But perhaps the packagers’ greatest triumph yet is the
fiendish plastic seal I encountered on a tube of cream for treating muscle
inflammation.
The tube came with a pamphlet that explained everything
except how to open it. I studied the seal for some minutes wondering how to
attack it. Then I did what I invariably do in such situations: I passed it to
my wife.
She soon figured out that the plastic seal had tiny notched
edges that fitted snugly into a recess in the top of the cap. A quick twist and
the seal was broken.
But buyers of the product are left to work this out for
themselves, and I bet there are cases where the muscle pain goes away of its
own accord long before they manage to get the tube open. * My reference to Genter's statement was based on a report in The Dominion Post. It's since been pointed out to me that Hansard reported her as saying: "I think there is great potential there, and I think it would be sad if we wrote off people who are currently tagging as people who could not become constructive members of society and channel their passion, their bravery, and their willingness to flout the law into something more successful."
No comments:
Post a Comment