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SpectacleSpring 2013Burning bushes everywhere
The dogged tradition of the
Pendleton Round-Up
An unforgivable,unforgettable prank
Aprivate tragedybecomespublic property
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Jen Wick
Ben Waterhouse
Alex Behr
Tom Booth
Brian Doyle
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Joe Roub rides a bucking horse in
the rodeo arena at the Pendleton
Round-Up.
Image courtesy of Special
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Cover photo by Kurt Hettle
Departments
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Editors Note
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Field Work
Think & Drink 2013: How to
Love America Balloons of
La Grande Conversations
about Race Letter from the
Board Chair Public Program
Grants Awarded Donor profile
of Kathleen Saadat OH News
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What I Think
Stephen Marc Beaudoin on theperspective-shaping power of
the arts a nd humanities.
Features:Spectacle
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Burning Bushesby
When it comes to attention
getting spectacles, God is no
longer the only game in town.
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An Anecdotal Glossary of
Spectacle
by .
Book-to-movie adaptations,
Zenith TVs, and everything
in between
23Fearful Beautyby
Embracing both the wonder and
terror of awe
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Rodeo Cityby
Pendleton has built its identity
around dogged loyalty to
tradition.
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Unforgiven, Unforgottenby
The long shadow of a prank
made public
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The Monstrousness of Empathyby
When a private tragedy becomes
public property
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PostsReaders write about Spectacle
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Read. Talk. Think.
Animal Wise by Virginia MorellLincoln and Oregon Country
Politics in the Civil War Era
by Richard W. Etulain The
Shelter Cycle by Peter Rock
Incarnadine by Mary Szybist
Portlands Lost Waterfrontby
Barney BlalockWedlockedby
Jay Ponteri
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Croppings
The Last Supperat Marylhurst
University Art Gym
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A celebrationof thinkers,
makersand doers.
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An audience member at a 2012
Think & Drink event takes the mic.
America, InscrutableThe 2013 Think & Drink series considers our
nation and us.
T -tion are a time of introspection. Whetherwe suppor ted the winner s or the losers, the
occasion of a country wide referendum on our
collective future gives us cause to consider the
state of the nation: What makes up the A merica
of today? What does it stand for? And if we dont
like what it stands for, how do we reconcile our
love of the place we call home with our desire
to change it?
With the 2013 Think & Drink series, How to
Love America, Oregon Humanities invites you
to take a look at our relationship to our nation
in a quarterly series of free programs focused
on personal and national identity. Guests wi llinclude decorated veterans of the Vietnam and
Iraq wars, international policy experts, and
immigration scholars (see sidebar, next page).
The series kicked oon March 21 with a con-
versation about dissension and the defense of
civil rights with Michael Kazin, co-editor ofDis-
sentmagazine and author ofAmerican Dream-
ers: How the Left Changed a Nation, and Steven T.
Wax, U.S. federal public defender for the District
of Oregon and author ofKaa Comes to Amer-
ica: Fighting for Justice in the War on Terror.
Americas roles in the world are changing,
both economically and militarily, and we are
faced with tough questions about what those
roles should be, says Jennifer Allen, Oregon
Humanities director of programs. Each
theme in this years Think & Drink series
attempts to answer the question posed by the
title of the serieshow do we, and how should
we, express our love of country? All our speak-
ers would, I think, consider themselves patri-ots, but they choose to exercise their patriotism
in very dierent ways.
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Think & Drink, now in its fifth year, is
a happy-hour series that invites the public
to consider provocative ideas in a nondog-
matic environment. These conversations
are not debates, but, rather, opportunities to
explore fresh ideas with experts in the field.
If Oregonians come away from these Think
& Drink conversations thinking more criti-
cally about the questions facing us as citizens
and as a nation, Allen says, our series will
be a success.
Happiness in La GrandeIdea Lab inspires students to measure their
communitys happiness.
T , who are out and about may be asked bylocal teens to share their thoughts on happi-
ness. Its all part of the student-created project
Balloons of La Grande: A Portrait of Happiness.As a part icipant in Ore gon Hum aniti es
2012Idea Lab Summer Institute, a three-day
humanities program for Oregon students
and teachers, high school senior Lauren
Babcock learned about artist Jonathan Har-
rissBalloons of Bhutan photo series. Bhutan
measures its prosperity not in gross national
product but in gross national happiness. For
his project, Harris asked citizens of the Hima-
layan country to rate their level of happiness
from one to ten and photographed his sub-
ject s holding a corr espond ing number of ba l-
loons. Babcock wondered how people in her
Top: Tamar Jacoby, Gregory Rodriguez, Olga
Oliker; bottom: Bruce Gilley, Karl Marlantes,
Cameron Smith
Think & Drink 2013: How to Love America
2013 Think & Drink events are from 6:30 to 8:00
p.m. (doors open at 5:00) at the Mission Theater,1624 NE Glisan Street, in Portland. All events are
free and open to the public. Minors are welcome
when accompanied by an adult. The series is
supported by media sponsors Oregon Public
Broadcasting and Willamette Weekand by fund-
ing from the Oregon Cultural Trust.
May 15: Reinvent America with Tamar Jacoby,
president and CEO of the immigration reform
group ImmigrationWorks USA, and Gregory
Rodriguez, founder and executive director of
Zcalo Public Square in Los Angeles and found-
ing director of the Center for Social Cohesion at
Arizona State University
July 17: Champion Democracy with Olga Oliker,
associate director of the International Security and
Defense Policy Center and senior international
policy analyst at the RAND Corporation, and Bruce
Gilley, associate professor of political science at
Portland State University
Letter fromthe Board Chair
It is my extraordinary pleasure
to announce that the board of
directors has selected Adam
Davis as the new executive
director of Oregon Humanities.
Adam will join us in August
after wrapping up his duties in
Chicago as the director of the
Center for Civic Reflection, a
national organization that uses
the humanities to encourage
diverse groups to explore the
why of societys needs rather
than screaming at each other
about the how. Adam has
also taught for several yearsin the Odyssey Project, an
analog to Oregon Humanities
Humanity in Perspective
program for low-income
adults. His success in develop-
ing models and materials to
promote conversation and real
exchanges of ideas has made
him a national leader in using
the humanities to strengthen
communities.
We are thrilled that Adam
will join the Oregon Humanitiesboard and staff as we engage
in a visioning process that will
define the organizations work
over the coming years, which
will include expanding our
statewide reach. I hope youll
join me this fall in warmly
welcoming Adam, his wife,
Hana, and their two children
to Oregon.
October 23: Serve Your Country with Karl
Marlantes, author ofMatterhorn: A Novel of theVietnam WarandWhat It Is Like to Go to War, andCameron Smith, director of the Oregon Depart-
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community would measure their happiness.
Inspired by Harriss work, she and a group of
students, including fellow Idea Lab alumni
Brian Bump and Cassiton Adelbai, began
interviews at La Grande High School.
Participants answer such questions as
what makes them happy and what one wish
they would make if they could, then have their
photo taken with their chosen number of bal-
loons. Its eye-opening, Babcock says. Thereare people Ive never talked to before and then
people Ive known forever whose answers were
completely unexpected.
In March, the project broadened its reach
to the wider La Grande community. Babcock
and her friends are visiting shopping areas and
other public places to find local people to inter-
view. When finished, they hope to turn the proj-
ect into an installation that will be displayed in
the towns central marketplace.
Babcock believes the project is important
for the future of her community. If we dont
consider happiness, we wont make much prog-
ress individually or as a community, she says.
Conversations about RaceRace and Change series asks tough questions
all over Oregon.
A, , diversitythe population is more than
90 percent white, according to the 2010 U.S.
Censusbut Amy Blossom, a librarian at Jack-
son County Librarys Ashland branch, says
hosting Oregon Humanities Conversation
Project events has oered her librarys patrons
a chance to look at important issues from dier-
ent perspectives.
Ashlandconsiders itself fairlyliberal and
open to all , Blossom says, Butduring our Con-
versation Projectevents discussion, some of the
participants said they hadnt experienced that.At W hite Out? The Future of Racial Diver-
sity in Oregon, led by Emily Drew, a Willamette
University professor and Conversation Project
2013 PublicProgram Grants
At its February meeting, the
Oregon Humanities board of
directors awarded $87,870 ingrants to twenty nonprofit
organizations throughout the
state for public programs that
create conversation about some
of Oregons most compelling
issues, including urban gentrifica-
tion, intercultural understanding,
and the immigrant experience.
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more information about the
projects listed below (alphabeti-
cal by city).
t Chautauqua Poets and Writers
(Ashland): $5,000
tTrail Tenders (Baker City): $3,650
tCentral Oregon Community Col-
lege Foundation (Bend): $4,095
tDeschutes Public Library (Bend):
$5,000
tSouth Coast Folk Society and
Coastal Celtic Society (Coos Bay):
$1,000
tFriends of the Oregon Caves and
Chateau (Grants Pass): $6,000
tWashington County Museum
(Hillsboro): $6,000
tWallowa Land Trust (Joseph):
$4,000
tUnited Way of Jackson County
(Medford): $7,500
tArtists Repertory Theatre (Port-
land): $2,000
tCaldera (Portland): $2,000
tKnow Your City (Portland): $4,625
tMiracle Theatre Group (Portland):
$3,400
tOregon Council of Teachers of
English (Portland): $2,500
tOregon Cultural Access (Portland):
$6,400
tOregon Historical Society (Port-
land): $5,000
tOregon Jewish Museum (Port-
land): $5,000
tPortland Playhouse (Portland):
$5,000
tPortland State University and Mult-
nomah County Library (Portland):
$7,200
tColumbia Gorge Community Col-
lege (The Dalles): $2,500
Conversation Project leader Emily Drew
Idea Lab alumnus Lauren Babcock
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Not MachinesOregon Humanities donor Kathleen Saadat
receives a lifetime achievement award for her
work on human rights.
S , Saadat has been standing up for humanrights, even if that sometimes means sitting
down.
The first time I did anything, I refused to
go to the back of a bus in Nashv ille in 1947, she
says. Even as a little girl, Saadat has felt more
satisfied acting than waiting to be acted upon.
This call to act has resulted in a long career
of public service. In December 2012, sheretired from the City of Portland, where she
served as the diversity development/arma-
tive action manager, and was awarded the
Portland Human R ights Commissions inaugu-
ral Human Rig hts Award for Lifetime Achieve-
ment. To Saadat, the award recognizes a career
with various governmenta l agencie s focused
on armative action and human rights, and
service on numerous other boards and coun-
cils. In addition, the award highl ights her role
as conduit: I think everyone contributes
to what I do, and Im the spokesperson, she
says. As she moves into a more advisory role,
she hopes the generations that follow hers will
learn the history of the issues and the eorts
of the past.
Things arent going to be the same today as
they were in 1786 or 1952, but there are threadsof similarity that may help with the contem-
porary problem, Saadat says. [Going] to t he
people who did it before them and asking how
they did it and what to look for would help
them develop strategies that are relevant to
their time.
In the decades since her first act of civil dis-
obedience, she has seen eorts wax and wane.
People do things in spurts, Saadat says. They
get motivated and act, and when it looks like
things are getting better they relinquish power.
That is a mistake. Activism needs to be relent-
less; people need to keep the fires burning.
Saadat has supported Oregon Humanities
since 2008. We are not machines, she says.
Math and science are great if theyre in the
context of human beings learning math and
science to help human beings. The humani-
ties play into our ability to continue to recre-
ate ourselves and our world in a way that helps
all of us.
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L , 3 , 2 .In the preceding verses weve learned that Moses killed astranger, skipped town because of it, stumbled upon seven sis-ters watering their fathers flocks, was g iven one of the sisters
as a wife, and had a child with her. (Things happen fast in the
Bible.) The narrative then slows down, however, to deliver one
of the Bibles most indelible images: watching over his father-
in-laws flock near the mountain of Horeb, Moses notices
something odd: And the angel of the Lord appeared to him
in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush; and he looked and
lo, the bush was burning, yet it was not consumed. And Moses
said, I will turn aside and see this great sight, why the bush is
not burnt. When he investigates, it turns out the great sight
is there because God has a couple things he wants to say. First,
take your shoes o, Moses, youre on holy ground. Second, the
Egyptians are mistreating the Israelites, so I want you to go lead
the Israelites out of Egypt. Now.
Anyone who had a childhood filled with church a nd Sunday
school knows biblical passages like these possess much that can
be unpacked, interpreted, disputed, reinterpreted, set to song, or
adapted for the stage as a n awkward childrens play. This passage,
though, is particularly challenging. Why does God not appear
to care that Moses killed a man? How does an unpunished mur-
derer still get to be a hero of the Bible? Moses argues, at length,
that hes not the right man for this job. Why does he get to ques-
tion God? And there is, of course, the question most people won-der about first: Why a burning bush? And not just why a bush
rather than a tree or a waterfall, but why communicate this way
at all? The burning bush doesnt solve a prob-
lem or crisis. Its not consuming an obstacle or
warming anyone who is freezing. It is, strangely,pure spectacle: its sole purpose is to attract
Mosess attention and then, through the awe-
inspiring nature of the spectacle, to convince
Moses he should follow the dictates of the
entity responsible for this miraculous sight.
This is uncomfortable, because the strategy
behind this kind of communicationLook at
this! Isnt this amazing? Now do what I say!is
exactly the strategy we usually ascribe to what
we ca ll big media, and which most media
critics describe as bombastic, manipulative,
and deliberately opposed to the development
of critical thinking. In other words, its adver-
tising. And a God who feels the need to run
an advertisement for Himself is, at some level,
suggesting Hes not omnipotent. Hes worried
the primary demographic for His message
isnt paying attention, so He cooks up a little
razzle-dazzle. Mono-gods have, by definition,
a monopoly. They shouldnt have to advertise.
If Moses thought it was interesting the
burning bush wasnt consumed by its flames,
he would be knocked senseless by our currentsociety. Like the bush, television and the Inter-
netthey are the same thing, really, except
Burning BushesWhen it comes to attention-getting spectacles,
God is no longer the only game in town.
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that a fading stigma still vaguely attaches to
consumption of the formerburn constantly,
but are never consumed. We are entirely sur-
rounded by burning bushes these days, in the
form of flickering screens that, like the bush,
are not consumed by their glowing and shift-
ing. They flash nonstop, always requesting our
attention, and once we grant that attention,
they try to get us to follow whatever personal-
ity, show, or network is supposedly behind their
fantastic images. We have hundreds of channels
of burning bush, and an Internet full of posts
about or videos of burning bush, beneath which
people comment about how lame those partic-ular flames were (burnFAIL!), or post links to
where we c an see more burning bushes, super
hot bushes, too hot to see here! Its traditional
to claim that its only the first season ofBurning
Bushthe one with Moses on the mountain
that was good, and all subsequent seasons or
spinos are of decreasing quality. This is the
Judeo-Christian reading of spectacle, which
suggests that spectacle originally existed to
announce the presence of divine power and
all other uses are the mischief of false idols. To
suggest that the original instances of spectaclesignaled the presence of the divine is to ignore
the fact that, really originally, it probably didnt.
There were burning bushes before the Burning
Bush, and they were undoubtedly spectacular,
because they were part of a forest that was actu-
ally on fire. What these spectacles signaled to
the hunter-gatherer tribes roaming the Earth
at the time was that everyone needed to get
away from there.
We obv iously cant know what our hunter-
gatherer ancestors thought or feltwhether
they were monotheists, pantheists, or just felt
the planet was a strange place where weird
things were always happening, and then you
died. What is consistent, though, is that some-
thing can strike us as spectacular only if we
feel there is some kind of awe-inspiring power
behind its presence. A burning busheven if
its not consumed by its flamesis just a burn-
ing bush. Its only when in response to it we
think, This is the result of powerful forces at
work, that it becomes spectacular. Thats only
the first part of Mosess response, thoughitsonly the I will turn aside and see this great
sight moment, in which the spectacular
draws his attention away from the mundane, everyday work of
flock-watching. The second half of Mosess responsewhy the
bush is not burntis important, too, because Moses doesnt
just recline on a bluto passively watch and enjoy the burning
bush. He investigates why and not only investigates but also
upon hearing from God that he is now supposed to lead the Isra-
elites out of Egypt, responds with questions. When he gets his
audience with Pharaoh, he asks, who is he supposed to say sent
him? Why wont Pharaoh just think hes a wacko? This is going to
involve a lot of talk ing, too, which Moses says hes not good at, so
why not give this job to someone else? God, testy in the way most
directors or CEOs get when their vision is questioned, assures
Moses there will be plenty of special eects to convince every-
one of the veracity of the whole thing, and that talking wont bea problem, because God will be feeding Moses his lines. Moses
takes the job and Exodus proceeds from there, with God pull-
ing out all the stops: massive livestock deaths, rampant disease,
plagues of frogs and gnats, etc.
It may seem impertinent of Moses to have questioned God
(and if you imagine John C. Reilly as Moses and Will Ferrell
as God, the scripture doesnt require any tweaking to play as
funny), but any marketing expert will tell you that provoking
audience questions about the project behind the spectacle is the
whole point of the spectacle. No one thinks something is must-
see TV when theyve never seen it, so the first step in your jour-
ney toward watching a show about drug dealers in Baltimore willhave to be you saying, But why would I want to watch a show
about drug dealers in Baltimore? Its only laterprobably after
season threethat you will shift not only to no longer question-
ing the project but also to proselytizing on its behalf.
Spectacle, then, is an invitation to an experience. And just
as Moses found the burning bush diverting but had reserva-
tions about the experience the bush wanted him to commit to,
we, too, know the quality of the advertisement is not necessarily
related to the quality of the product it advertises. Our knowl-
edge is more likely the result of learning there can be a world
of dierence between what exercise equipment looks like in an
infomercial and what it looks like in our living room, but Mosess
questions are essentially ours, because we know there are pretty
much three possibilities. The first is the one that Mosesand
weare most afraid of: we see something spectacular and decide
to invest our time and energy in the experience it advertises, but
then discover that the experience is kind of dumb. This angers
most people, because they then consider the spectacle to have
been false advertisingthe entity behind the burning bush
turns out to be not only far from divine but also in fact totally
inept. Sometimes, through some chicanery, an entity s blucan
be maintained from behind the curtain for a while, though this is
ultimately more infuriating, since it lures us into becoming evenmore invested in something that is still going to end in nothing.
If we consider the literal use of the word investment, this is the
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Mado-style Ponzi scheme. The narrative equivalent is the show
whose viewers, to be fair, were warned in the very title what was
going to become of the time and emotion they invested: Lost.
There is no reason to associate only negative outcomes
with spectacle, however. T he oppositespectacle advert ising
an experience that, when we sign on and become involved, we
actually do experience as powerful and movinghappens all the
time, too. A television show advertised as particularly absorb-
ing actually does turn out to be good; an exhibition the museum
claims is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity actually does leave us
with a sense of expanded possibilities for human expression; a
matchup advertised as the game of the year does turn out to be
enthralling, with incredible plays, reversals of momentum, and
moments of suspense; a band profiled in the weekend magazine,chatted with on the radio ta lk show, and whose images have been
splashed across the Internetan entity who has, via a publicists
crafty timing and the culture industrys constant need for con-
tent, set so many bushes to burning that its impossible we would
fail to hear what they have to sayactually does turn out to have
recorded an album that transforms the mood and feel of our sur-
roundings as we listen to it over and over again. There are many
talented people and compelling events in our world, it turns out,
and many of them advertise their existence or arrival via various
forms of spectacle.
That, of course, is why what s dicult these days is a problem
Moses does not appear to have had: there are just so many enti-ties now setting so many bushes ablaze. It is only the very lucky
or the strategically vacationing who find quiet meadows where
one can watch ones flock in peace. The rest of us have a bush
that burns and chatters on our desk at work, another in our liv-
ing room at home, one in our car, and yet another in our pocket
or purse that shakes and screeches every so often. The sheer
amount of smoke that clouds our daily landscape, and the voices
shouting over each other from every fire, can quickly have us
condemning the entire babbling conflagration and cursing who-
ever started it all. If youre being biblical about it, of course, it
was God Himself, though because I believe its a sin to curse God,
I choose to believe He doesnt exist and that the whole tradition
was probably started by a hunter-gatherer who did a short fire
dance for the clan one night as a way of advertising that he would
be doing another, much bigger fire dance down by the river on
the night of the full moon, which you could attend for five shiny
stones or the donation of a handful of grain.
Its common for parents to have media-consumption rules
for their kidstheyre only allowed two hours a day of chatting
with burning bushes, the bushes are filtered so that the content
of their babbling remains age-appropriate, all burni ng bushes
must be extinguished after 8:00 p.m., etc.but we should prob-
ably apply these rules to ourselves, as well. Everyone talksabout limiting media consumption because the culture indus-
trys unceasing sale of instant gratification via cheap thrills
or (what is probably worse) banal, depend-
ably marketable clichs of serious thinking
(political talk shows, historical Hollywood
movies, insightfu l TED talks, etc.) render our
responses to the world first predictable, then
rigid, and eventually devoid of any thought at
all. That may or may not be true. In defense of
mass mediaits vain to suggest mass media
even needs or requires a defense from me, since
these words are no more than a puof smoke
that will shortly disappear, but nevertheless
its not as if thoughtless, rigid, or reflexive
thinking arose only post-WWII. I am, after
Whats dicult thesedays is a problem Mosesdoes not appear to have
had: there are just somany entities now settingso many bushes ablaze.
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all, supposedly still talking about the situation
in which some entity actually delivers on the
promise made by its burning bush or bushes.
So why not acknowledge that its entirely pos-
sible, as some bestselling nonfiction writers
have argued in their easily consumable, single-
idea, bestselling nonfiction books whose sales
were boosted when Terry Gross inter viewed
them and Costco decided to carry the titles,
that despite the mind-numbingly repetitive
banality of our mass media, the sheer volume
of ideas and attitudes we are asked to con-
sider and possibly like every daythe sheer
number of bushes ablaze beside every path we
walkis somehow instructive. Am I a smarterperson for having watched, out of order and at
random between the ages of six and sixteen,
Attempting to livewhile constantly
surrounded by
spectacle is not aquality problem, its a
quantity problem.
probably every episode ofI Love Lucy, Leave It to Beaver, and
M*A*S*H, among other shows? Or were the five times I watched
Psys Gangnam Style video last fall actually more beneficial,
cerebrally, since the YouTube sensation challenged my mind by
sharing zero of my cultural assumptions about what is good or
makes sense? They say its possible.
Thats what I heard, at leastI didnt have time to actually
read those books. Which is why a better reason for limiting the
number of burning bushes we investigate may have nothing to
do with whether the bushes are oering smart or dumb experi-
ences. There are fancier terms for what Im referring to here, but
Ill just go with the first that occurs to me: world-weariness. In
other words, attempting to live while constantly surrounded by
spectacle is not a quality problem, its a quantity problem. I know
Terry Gross is smart, a good interviewer, and a valued figure inthe media landscape; Im also tired of her, because she has been
chattering for years. How am I to reconcile that I like and respect
her and also wouldnt mind if I never heard her voice again? Life
as navigation of truly unceasing spectacular intervention is a
recent experiencesome may feel spectacles victory was only
just completed with the advent of smart phonesso its tough
to know if were going to get stupider or, if smart phones are just
palm televisions and the TV is good for you theorists are right,
just that much smarter. Either way, the dynamic under consid-
eration here didnt used to be social, but was instead primarily
personal. In other words, the voice we love and value but never-
theless become sick to death of is supposed to be our own voice. Ilike myself, but there are also moments when I would like to dig
my fingers into my skull, rip out my intellect, and dash it upon
the rocks, because I am simply tired of hearing both my external
and internal responses. Like other tiresome phenomenagrav-
ity, Lady Gagathey are predictable and follow me everywhere.
Moses, though, does not express fatigue at the sight of the
burning bush. The whole point is that he has never seen some-
thing like this before. That he finds it novel is clear; we could
speculate that its also perhaps a welcome relief from repeti-
tive thoughts about flock-watching or guilty thoughts about the
homicide he committed. The burning bush, in other words, is
both legitimateit actually is a message from Godand some-
thing Moses is interested in investigating. Its the second half
of that equationhaving the time and energy to actually want
to investigate somethingthat a landscape of constant spec-
tacle risks bludgeoning out of us. Its traditional to ascribe low
voter turnout to apathy or ignorance. We have now entered an
era in which political campaigns become so protracted, the
televised debates so silly, and the Internet so full of breathless
babbling about them that people consider skipping voting not
out of apathy, but because they have become so sick to death
of every single political narrative, spin, counter spin, posture,
and calculated non-posture that they suer what campaignmanagers and analysts call voter fatigue: they just dont want
to be a part of it anymore. Its a bit like the parents who spend
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ILLUSTRATIONBYJENWICK
Fearful BeautyEmbracing both the wonder and terror of awe
n the scorched New Mexico desert, the summer of 1945, J.
Robert Oppenheimer, a leading physicist in the Manhattan
Project, witnessed the first detonation of an atomic bomb. In
response to this world-changing event, Oppenheimer quoted from
the sacred Hindu text the Bhagavad Gita: Now, I am become Death,
the destroyer of worlds.
I
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In rare moments when we witness a spec-
tacle of overwhelming force or power that is
beyond our control or direction, we experience
transcendence. In bearing witness to some-
thing greater than ourselves, we move to a dif-
ferent realm of consciousness. Perhaps we do
not interpret our identity as divine or demonic
as Oppenheimer did, but in a heightened state
of self-consciousness, we are aware that the
external world has been shattered beyond rec-
ognition or healing and the world of our self
has been irrevocably transformed. We have
crossed a threshold, and there is no going back.
Oppenheimers new identity is not so much
hubris as a kind of existential reality.
The momentary self-transcendence expe-
rienced by Oppenheimer is complemented bythe lifelong reflection of Albert Einstein on the
structure of the cosmos. Einstein claimed that
true art and science were joined through their
origins in the wonder of mystery and the real
existence of the inexplicable that is manifested
to us through wisdom and beauty. He writes:
He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who
can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt
in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
Moreover, Einstein says, religion is necessarily
intertwined with these sentiments: This in-
sight into the mystery of life, coupled though itbe with fear, has also given rise to religion. In
their fusion of wonder as well as fear, the awe-
full with the awful, the awe with the shock
of a nuclear explosion, Einstein and Oppen-
heimer give voice to what religious scholars
describe as the ambivalent characteristics of
the human response to the sacred or holy.
Ambivalence is manifested in the myths
and rituals of various communities. It is em-
bodied in the shaman, who, through ecstatic
experience, accesses an extraordinary realm of
power and yet is also viewed by his or her cul-
ture with trepidation and apprehension. Also,
in the Bhagavad Gita, when Lord Krishna re-
veals his form to the warrior Arjuna, Arjuna is
filled with amazement, his hair bristling on his
flesh, and he comments, I am thrilled and yet
my mind trembles with fear. Examples of exis-
tential ambivalence to the sacred are prevalent
in Western monotheistic traditions, too. The
Exodus narrative begins when Moses is invited
by Yahweh to stand on holy ground, and Mo-
ses hid his face, for he was afraid to look uponGod. In Luke, every visitation of an angelic fig-
ure who brings good tidings of great joy in the
Christian testament is prefaced by the comment, Be not afraid.
Even the shepherds to whom the birth of Christ is announced
and who witness the divine glory are filled with fear.
Einsteins understanding of wonder and awe in the pres-
ence of mystery was unquestionably influenced by his German
contemporary Rudolf Otto. He uses the language ofmysterium
tremendum and fascinans to designate a primal and irrational
experience of the holy or sacred. The mysterium, or mystery, re-
fers to an encounter with a reality beyond our comprehension,
and our capacity to fully conceptualize and linguistically ex-
press, or in Einsteins language, it is impenetrable to our cog-
nitive capacities. Beyond our ordinary experience of the other,
this reality is wholly other, extraordinary and radically unfa-
miliar. Yet, the awful is simultaneously awe-full or fascinans; we
are also held fast, captivated and fascinated.
The experience of encountering reality as wholly other is
too overwhelming, too much beyond our control, too danger-ous to leave unrestrained, as it reveals our vulnerability and
fragility. Religious symbols, myths, rituals, and ethical values,
such as justice and love are prominent forms by which various
communities subject the mysterium to human control. In the
political context, we establish treaties and international con-
ventions to try to ensure that weapons of mass destruction are
not detonated. At a personal level, spectacles move us to reflect,
contemplate, and question our identity, nature, and purpose.
We confront the ultimate questions of life and being. The an-
swers are various (including the possibility that there is no an-
swer) and not restricted to religious tradition. The important
thing is asking the question.The elements of the sacralized spectacle cast into sharp re-
lief and critique the nature of spectacles that come packaged
for purposes of entertainment or curiosity. Marxist critic Guy
Debord asserts in Society of the Spectacle that this is a form of
cultural corruption. Debord contends that under the impact of
materialism and mass media, commodification and consump-
tion displaces relationships between persons. We are specta-
tors only, as the richness and possibilities of our lives are trun-
cated to commodities to be consumed, to entertainment that
purports to illustrate reality. The sentiments we experience
through this type of spectacle are not those of transcendence,
inspiration, awe, wonder, or beauty, but of revulsion, horror,
outrage, and schadenfreude. Even the language of awesome
has become so popularized that it represents a diluted, banal
form of appreciation of the ordinary.
At times, the features of the sacralized spectacle are ap-
propriated for political purposes and consequently corrupted.
Most egregiously, American political rhetoric portrayed the re-
lentless bombing that initiated the 2003 invasion of Iraq as a
campaign of shock and awe.
The shock and awe of aerial bombardment, intended to
hasten Iraqi capitulation, may have had visual appeal and pro-
vided high ratings for the media, but it diverted us from thepractical reality of what occurred out of sight: namely, destruc-
tion of infrastructure, a terrorized population, and death.
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Spectacles move us to reflect,contemplate, and question our
identity, nature, and purpose.
Political, communal, religious, and familial worlds were liter-
ally destroyed, but we didnt see that onscreen.
Unlike sacrilized spectacle, the spectacle of war creates
distance and removal that can lead to the corruption of moral
values and ethical rules. For example, in its reporting on April
13, 1861, of the Confederacy attack on Fort Sumter that initi-
ated the Civil War, theNew York Times writes, The excitement
of the community is indescribable. ... All day every available
place has been thronged by ladies and gentlemen, viewing the
spectacle through their glasses. Our national anthem similar-ly reflects this conception of war, through its language of the
rockets red glare [and] the bombs bursting in air. Even today,
we incorporate this understanding in our metaphor of various
theaters of war.
However, J. Glenn Gray in The Warriors probes the endur-
ing appeals of battle, including what he describes as a delight
in spectacle. Gray recognizes that modern weaponrys sophis-
tication and destructive force often permits warriors to become
spectators, witnesses who are distanced from the destructive
consequences of their actions. This distancing allows space for
what Gray calls a fearful beauty to become part of the war ex-
perience. In the astonishment, wonder, and awe that war can
elicit, the soldier as spectator can be separated from the specta-
cle and, especially, the suering created by the spectacle. If mo-
rality in part presupposes a human capacity for identification
with the suerers humanity, this capacity is diminished when a
person is distanced from the actual consequences of his or her
actions. Moral distancing is further reinforced by computer-
controlled attacks carried out by drones, sometimes with preci-
sion targeting and sometimes with indiscriminant devastation.
Moral distancing in war is made possible by our capacity for
self-transcendence and even, Gray contends, because of an ex-
perience of ecstasy, of a state of being outside the self. War isexperienced as greater than oneself, and yet there is a tremen-
dous cost to be paid for this delight in spectacle, a cost of moral
corruption. Gray observes, [The spectacle of
war] nearly always involves a neglect of moral
ideals and an absence of concern for the practi-
cal. If, as Immanuel Kant states, two primary
sources of awe are the starry heavens above
and the moral law within, those inner moral
commitments, so necessary to diminish the
brutality of war, can dissipate in the face of the
overwhelming power of destruction. Although
it may not be a necessary truth, the shock andawe of battle, bombardment, and warfare can
also destroy moral worlds; if a person is out-
side ones self, the moral law within cannot
be accessed. Three weeks after Oppenheimer
witnessed the spectacle of awesome power, the
United States dropped the first nuclear bomb
on Hiroshima against what was deliberately
chosen as dual target, that is, a target of both
military and civilian infrastructure. The moral
constraints on not harming civilians that have
been a longstanding part of the laws of war had
completely eroded.
In this way, warfare can become a morally
compromised surrogate for the experience of
both awe and dread in the face of spectacle. We
need only reflect on 9/11 to remember an ex-
perience of shock, horror, and awe-fulness.
Because of the proximity of the attack and the
visibility of the suering, spectators became
suerers and victims. I could only witness the
horror for so long, and then sought refuge in
the Cascades wilderness.
Few places are more nourishing of the senti-ment of awe than wilderness: the delicacy and
beauty of lilies and lupines, the cathedrals of
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Rodeo CityPendleton has built its identity around a
dogged loyalty to tradition.
I noted that Pendleton had broken the Gui n-ness World Record for most horses ever in
a parade, and after the F-16s shook sixteen-
thousand arena seats during a flyover, and after
the clowns guffawed over the names of the
champion stallions (Thunder Monkey, FrenchWake, Mued Cries, Nightmare Rocket)only
then could the rodeo begin.
I had a pass to the one-hundredth annual
Pendleton Round-Up in 2010, but Im not a ro-
deo fan. However, Id heard the Round-Up was
like Mardi Gras in a history museum, and that
sounded like an event I couldnt miss. I bor-
rowed a tent and got a Craigslist ride east from
Portland to Pendleton. Every ticket for the mas-sive show had sold out long before the big event,
and on that much-awaited rodeo day, the arena
Left: Hugh Strickland riding in the bucking
contest at an early Round-Up. Photo by
Thomas Leeander Moorhouse
Above: A rider at the 2011 Round-Up.
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was a bewildering sea of red, white, and blue and
cowboy hats. I didnt have the right boots, belt
buckle, or family history to elbow my way to an
empty seat, so I leaned against a metal railing
that vibrated with the cheers of the crowd. The
first cowboys saddled up, heading onto the grass
and dirt to do the exact same thing cowboys had
done every year since 1910.
Every year, the town of 17,000 pulls oan
event that attracts 50,000 outsiders and brings
to the area an estimated $50 milliontriple
the citys annual general fund. It seems likeeveryone in town, even the surly teens, has vol-
unteered for the event in some capacity.
The Pendleton Round-Up is one of the
biggest rodeos on the continent and the one
thats most committed to not budging an inch
from tradition. Sure, the organizers had to nix
the stagecoach race when the town ran out of
spare stagecoaches, and women are no longer
given a free t-shirt if they flash the bartender
at the under-the-grandstands saloon (the Let
er Buck Room), and the rodeos wooden arena
now sports a Jumbotron. But thats pretty
much the end of the newfangled stu. The ro-
deo has a special exemption from the Profes-
sional Rodeo Cowboys Association to keep
running events just the way theyve been run
for decades, and the town revels in repeating
history to a tee the first week of every Septem-
ber. Repetition has become such a core part ofthe week-long rodeo and accompanying festivi-
ties that for the 2010 centennial event, the local
newspapers headline happily declares that the
festival Celebrates Tradition with Tradition.
In Pendleton, tradition is an ever-present
fact of life, but its also a tool, both a commercial
one aimed at tourists and a social one used to
build local identity. Tradition is integral to the
towns identity, which is based on the deeply
held notion that Pendleton is a special place,
unique from its neighbors Hermiston and Wal-
la Walla; its a little town with history worth lov-ing and repeating. Nowhere is this social and
financial use of tradition more apparent than
in the annual Round-Up, which has stayed sur-
prisingly the same despite transforming over
the decades from one of a thousand small-town
rodeos to a genuinely jaw-dropping American
spectacle. Tradition is what keeps the town
afloat and the rodeo astounding.
As we all spend our lives learning, though,
there is no stopping time. Days roll on, years
roll on, old-timers die, horses become ob-
solete, trains stop running, ranches become
retro, kids move away to the big city, and small
towns hollow out. Though Pendleton bands
together to host the same picture-perfect ro-
deo every year, change has crept in to the city.
Pendletons population of young people is
declining, and many downtown institutions
have closed: the movie theaters, the shoe store,
the two big banks that stand grand and empty
facing each other across Main Street. Mean-
while, the economy of the nearby Confeder-
ated Tribes of the Umatilla Indians Reserva-tion has grown, fueled by the construction of
the Pacific Northwests highest-paying casino
Above: Aerial view
of Pendleton. Gerald
Williams Papers, Oregon
State University Libraries
Right: A Riata Ranch
Cowboy Girl at the 2008
Round-Up. Photo by
Donna Lasater
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(and golf course, museum, and cineplex), and
the outer ring of the city has suburbanized
over recent decades with the arrival of such
chain stores as Walmart.
Peter Walters is one of the young people
whos stuck around. His parents and grandpar-
ents live in Pendleton, and hes taken up the
cause of restoring the Rivoli, an old movie the-
ater downtown, which was almost demolished.
Pendleton has struggled with balancing
its tourist Western identity with its desire for
modern, successful chains and a more diverse
economy, says Walters, whospeaking of a di-
verse economyalso runs a rock and roll camp
for teens. The chamber of commerce tagline
used to be The Real West! Now its Rich tra-
dition, fine craftsmanship, legendary reputa-tion, In one line, theyre trying to say that good
things are made here, its hospitable, and the
same things happen every year.
Some institutions have stuck around, too,
in large part because of that identity of tradi-
tion. Tourists and locals alike love to spend a
few bucks at the oldest business in town, the
Rainbow Cafe, whose walls are lined with one
hundred years of photos of rodeo champions.
Typical of the Rainbow, the bar has not turned
oits flamboyant neon sign in seventy years
according to a local newspaper report, the signdoesnt even have an oswitch. The aging sign
is maintained by the son of the guy who in-
stalled it. Thats how things work in Pendleton.
The first Pendleton Round-Up in 1910 was
a rare chance for people to show o in front
of each other. In those days, the roads were
dusty and people had callused hands from
grinding away at their long hours work, day
after day, year after year, sunrise to sunset.
They paused to gather from their lonely Or-
egon ranches for dances, whiskey, and church.
A group of young business entrepreneurs
whod caught a seat at Bualo Bills Wild West
show proposed hosting a festival that would
allow the working ranch hands to do tricks in
front of a crowd, to build friendships with the
local Native Americans, and to maybe make a
few bucks for the city, too.
When it started, the Round-Up was not a
professional venture, but an event that en-
shrined cowboy fun as sport. When they got
bored of bulls and horses, competitors rode
feisty bualo. It was, as current Round-UpMarketing Director Randy Thomas puts it, a
wild and wooly time.
Even then, though, the freewheeling rodeo
harkened back to a noble tradition. Its first
promotional materials pitched the festival asa frontier exhibition of picturesque pastimes.
The key word of the rodeo was and remains
authenticity, and the 1910 Round-Up aimed to
recreate a version of the already idolized Wild
West. Pendleton has repeated the act every
year for 103 years, hardening those images of
the past into honored tradition and creating
a narrative that imbues even the most absurd
acts with meaning.
As an outsider leaning over the metal rail-
ing to watch dangerous and dicult events, I
found parts of the rodeo absurd: I watched a
man tie a horses genitals with a strip of leather,
climb on its back, throw one hand in the air, and
hold on for an arbitrary number of seconds be-
fore he was rescued by clowns. But when done
in an arena, with a whole city watching, the
weight of one hundred years of the same action
ghosted behind him, suddenly the bizarre and
arguably inhumane act had power. Instead of
just being a man, some clowns, and a horses ill-
treated reproductive organs, what I witnessed
was a story of a towns identity and a way of lifethat people for generations have looked to for
values and inspiration.
Jane Bernoudy, Western
show performer and silent
film actress, spins rope at
the1913Round-Up. Photo byWalter S. Bowman
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Unforgiven, UnforgottenThe long shadow of a prank made public
ILLUSTRATIONBYCAROLYNRICHARDSON
Amonth before Barack Obama was elected president of the United States, whenthe campaign was a dead heat with John McCain, I ensnared myself in stupid,late-night hijinks that landed me on front pages nationwide and nearly in prison in
the rural Midwest.
At the time, I was a visiting profe ssor at St.
Olaf College in Northfield, Minnesota, and had
recently read Thomas Franks Whats the Matter
with Kansas, in which he discusses how conser-
vative politicia ns of ten da ngle social issueslikegay rights, abortion, and gun controlas red-meat
bait to lure voters away from considering how the
Republican Partys fiscal stances on taxes and
corporate subsidies are of ten detrimental to low-
income and rural voters. That theory seemed to be
playing out with the voters in Minnesota who had
consistently supported Democratic candidates forpresident since 1932, but were, in 2008, leaning
toward John McCain.
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My girlfriend and I had spent a warm Indian
summer evening at stock car races in rural Min-
nesota. Driving back that night, it was impossible
not to see that the two-lane highways crisscross-
ing central Minnesota were lined with McCain
Palin signs. We were driving along Highway 19,
a lonely stretch of road that reaches through
farmland and into the small college town of
Northfield. Suddenly, my girlfriend squealed
out, Stop!
I pulled over to the gravel shoulder, and she
dashed from the car, yanked out a small blue
McCain lawn sign from a front lawn, and dived
back into the car. Drive, she ordered.A mile later, we repe ated the same drill.
Another mile farther down the road, we saw a
lawn sign that only a rural home could accommo-
date: nearly the size of a billboard, the sign domi-
nated a small hill. I drove by once and could see
at least one light on inside the house. As a safety
feature, newer models of Subarus do not allow
the driver to leave the engine runningandto turn
oall exterior lights. The parking lights burned
orange as I hustled up the small grass embank-
ment. Inside, I could see a TV flickering blue light.
I reached the sign and, for the first time,recognized its sublime size. It stood as tall as
I. Wrapping my hands tighter around the stake
as if I were a Little Leaguer stepping to bat for
the first time, I squatted, thrusting my legs. The
post resisted for a strained, frozen moment and
then released. I considered running away right
then, leaving the sign crippled. But I grabbed the
other post and yanked, dragging the sign behind me as I ran. I
drove away with the hatchback yawning open and the sign hang-
ing out over the back bumper.
It was nearly midnight when we drove past the college and
arrived at the three-block stretch of downtown. We tossed the
three signs into a dumpster behind a Chinese restaurant, snapped
a photograph, and went back to my rented, single-story house.
Over the next week, I told a few friends about the prank, includ-
ing the chair of the Media Studies Department. That couldand
shouldhave been it; the lawn-sign-stealing event of 2008 could
have passed gently into that night, a story Id tell friends now and
again after a few beers. But, over the previous several years, I had
built a certain portion of my career around making a public jack-
ass of myself.For instance, in 2004 I campaigned for mayor of Portland
primarily as a P.T. Barnumtype st unt to promote a newspaper I
had recently helped launch with the guys who started the Onion.
And, a few months later, for our Halloween issue, I buried our
music editor alive (with his consent) and dressed up our dist ribu-
tion manager as a zombie, letting him roam Pioneer Square and
Lloyd Center mall to test outand write an essay abouthow
numb the American public had become.
When, after six years, I left my position as the managing edi-
tor at thePortland Mercury, I posed for the cover of my final issue
wearing nothing but a hard hat a nd womens lacy black panties,
and holding a massive nail gun; 40,000 copies of the issue werepicked up around Portland, and the image lingered on the Internet
for years.
If nothing else, I have learned that the first rule of public spec-
tacle is, of course, that the spect acle must have an audience. Moti-
vated by what now seems like a form of Tourettes or a byproduct
of vanity or a combination thereof (which anyone who has posted
on Facebook while drunk can understand), I contacted an editor
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atSalon and, over the next week, researched and wrote an essay
about lawn-sign stealing. I discovered that a few weeks before my
own sign-stealing escapade, a teenager had been shot trying the
same stunt in Indiana. I also found YouTube clips featuring Ari-
zona residents who had plugged in their Obama signs to electro-
cute anyone who touched them.
But what I hadnt yet learned was the second rule of public
spectacle, which is that the means of communication dont neces-
sarily justify the message. In his textbookMaking Sense of Media
and Politics, professor Gadi Wolfsfeld clearly lays out the liabilit y
for using political stunts to elbow ones way into the media part y:
Another problem of getting in the news through the back dooris that even if youve only put on a weird costume to get in, youre
not allowed to change clothes once you get inside. So there you are
being filmed in a Polar Bear costume to protest global warming:
You want to talk about the environment, and the reporters keep
asking you about the costume.
In writing that essay, I contacted both the Obama a nd McCain
field oces, and interviewed campaign workers about the scope
of lawn-sign stealing. I wrote what I thought was a thoughtful
consideration about the need to participate in politics in a man-
ner more visceral than merely casting a single vote, while also
acknowledging that Id committed a juvenile prank. I wrote:
Unlike stealing a lawn gnome or a plastic pink fla-
mingo, I admit, steali ng a lawn sign is a more heinous
crime. There is moral and ethical guilt. I believe in
free speech, a nd also believe and encourage political
expression. I guess I could argue that I was flexing my
free expression to say shut up.But that would put
me at the same low-level of political discourse as Bill
OReilly, who consistently steamrolls over anyone
who disag rees w ith him.
Yet, as much as I tried to dress up my essay in respectabilityand journalism, I was showing up to the 2008 elections wearing
an ill-fitting jesters outfit.
Two weeks before Election Day, as Obama
slowly pulled ahead of McCain in the polls, I
turned in my essay to an editor atSalon. Imme-
diately, he suggested that I remove my girlfriend
from the narrative and simply tell the story as if
I had been pulling out lawn signs alone that eve-
ninga concession that would have been enough
to sound alarm bells for most reasonable people,
but more tha n once has my personality been
compared to a golden retriever who goes through
life happy-go-lucky, not noticing that his wag-
ging tail is smashing up lamps in the living room.I edited the essay and resubmitted it to the
editor. But, even so, concerned about legal liabili-
ties, the online maga zine decided not to publish
it. There was a precedent for such concern: eight
years ea rlier, in 2000, Dan Savage, then-editor
for Seattles weeklyThe Stranger(sibling to the
Mercury), had written an essay forSalonin which
he described how, when sick with the flu while
volunteering for an anti-gay Republican candi-
date, he licked doorknobs at the campaign oce
in an attempt to infect the sta. The stunt landed
Savage in jail for several days andSalon experi-
enced threats of legal repercussions (though
these were minor and hollow).
Even with this second warning about legal
repercussions, I t urned around and submitted
the essay to theHungton Report. The editors
were eager for incendiary pieces, and the essay,
Confessions of a Lawn Sign Stealer, ran promi-
nently the Friday morning before Election Day.
Wit hi n hou rs , I re ceived se ver al hun-
dred angry emails and phone calls, including
three death threats. A man in Michigan yelledat me over the phone, calling me sick and
demented, and informing me that he was going
The lawn-sign-stealing event of 2008 could
have passed gently into that night, a story Id
tell friends now and again after a few beers.
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to go steal ten times as many Obama signs in
retaliation. A man f rom Texas, who described
himself as a 29-year-old, 250-pound Repub-
lican, called me little Phillip and offered
to whoop my ass. A man in California told
me to go play a long game of go hide and f uck
your self, and warned that he was planning
to exercise his Second Amendment right.
Another ma n from Spr ingfield, Oregon, left a
voicemail message calling me despicable and
informing me that he would hunt me down if
I returned to Oregon. Clearly, whatever mes-
sage I had intended about visceral participa-
tion in politics was completely eclipsed by the
messenger. In hindsight, this would be the
third principle of public spectacleand one
that I was long overdue to have learned.
Ten years earlier, while living in San Fran-
cisco, I had followed the antics of a group of
veteran protestors from the WTO street demon-
strations who were staging a series of pie-in-the-
face protests against prominent Bay Area public
figures, including CEOs, political figures, and a
CalBerkeley dean. They spiked their press con-
ferences with such declarations as, It is a good
day to pie, concluded interviews with pie-pie,
andwith lead stories on National Public Radio
and a front-page article in theNew York Timeswere satisfying the first tenet of public spectacle
by scoring national attention.
It is the fourth tenet of public spectacle
that has had the most lasting effect on me:
to misquote Neil Young, it is better to be
forgotten than forgiven.
But those antics ceased to be amusing when the Bay Area
squad hit the dapper Willie Brown, then-mayor of San Fra ncisco,
in the face with three pies. The mayors assistant tackled one of
the protesters, a willowy blonde woman, so hard that he cracked
her collarbone. (Ultimately, each protester was sentenced to six
months jail time.)
In the flurry of media coverage that followed, the original
intent of the pie tossers was lost. According to aMother Jones
profile, on the day of the attack, forty dierent news outlets
covered the incident, but less t han a dozen mentioned what the
activists were protestingthe Bay Areas upper crust and the
treatment of the homeless.
Just a few hours after my essay was published, the Rice County
Sheriarrived at the doorstep of my house in Northfield. It was
a day before Halloween and unseasonably warm. We sat outside,
crouching on the concrete stoop. He explained that he did not
plan to arrest me, even though his oce had been swamped with
requests to do so. He told me there would be a criminal tria l, and
he hoped I would cooperate.
I just published a confession, I told him drolly.
So, youre not going to deny it? he asked. I dont need to get
a search warrant for your computer?
I shook my head and told him about the death threats. He
nodded gravely, suggested that I pack an overnight bag, and
kindly escorted me to an undisclosed location for the subse-
quent forty-eight hours.
That weekend, the media hoopla amplified, with stories trend-
ing on Fox, CNN,Drudge Report, and a front-page piece, above thefold, in Minnesotas dailyStar Tribune. It was the lead story on
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Grand Champion Pen of Three
I for the eight-hour drive to the NationalWestern Stoc k Show in Denver. Ever y Janu-
ary, folks from all over the world descend on
the twenty acres oI-70 to take in the sights,
sounds, and smells of the worlds largest live-stock show and rodeo.
My husband and sons unloaded the bulls at
the stockyard gate while I checked us in at yard
oce and got the pen number, 1618. They tied
the bulls to the rails in the alley outside the pen
and then went back to haul the clipping chute,
tack box, buckets, rakes, forks, and shovels, as
well as grain and bales of hay and straw. I spread
the straw and hooked the blow dryer up, ready
for the first bull to return from the wash rack. A
large four-by-eight-foot sign, attached to the top
pen rail, displayed our ranch name. Attired incoveralls, we went about chores until each one
of the three bulls lay comfortably in the straw.
On our walk to the hill for lunch, we stopped
to inspect breeds we had seen only in print:
Simmentals, Chianina, Tarentaise, and Lim-
ousins. The stock show was the place to gain
new information on horse and cattle breeds and
bloodlines. You could attend a cowboy poetry
session or view paintings, carvings, framed
photographs, handmade saddles, and jewelry.
Hubbys final hair clipping that afternoon
was interr upted by a breeder wanting him to
pull out one of the bulls for a closer inspection.
Hubby and I glanced at each other with our
hopeful look. We needed to sell here to pay bills.
Attending the stock show promoted our herd,
which improved our sales at home.
In three days it was show time. We were up at
an insane hour to feed and groom the animals.
Our pen placed first in its age group. Yipee. We
smiled as we led our bulls to the arena for pho-
tos. As we led the bulls back, we saw a crowd
standing by our pen. The rancher who had vis-ited our pen on the first day walked over to my
husband and handed him a check.
The stock show spectacle is an advertising
space. Everyone had something to sell: live-
stock, products, or ideas.
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Parade
A , finally w itnessed my towns Fourth of Julyparade. Previously, when neighbors asked if I
had seen the parade, I claimed to have forgotten
when it star ted, or ex plained that I had other
plans, but I was being dishonest. There are two
types of people: those who watch parades, and
those who are in them. In my deepest heart I
know I am the ty pe who wants to be in them, so
enduring 100-degree weather to watch other
people stroll past was never a priority.Last summer was different. First of all, it
was a cooler Fourthonly eighty degrees, with
a crisp breeze. Plus, eight years was the longest
I had lived anywhere. Parades, especially small-
town parades, serve as a mirror for a commu-
nitys soul. It was time to check out the local
celebration.
As expected, our parade had militar y bands,
school bands, pretty girls with royal sashes
perched on floats, and campaigning politicians.
Neighboring communities fire departments,
such as Odell and Parkdale, sent their fire
trucks to augment Hood Rivers flashing lights
and shiny chrome. Handsome roadsters put-
tered along the routeresidents of the antique
car museum out on a day passand vintage air-
planes from the same museum roared overhead
in formation.
A parade is a chance to be a bit silly, be a bit
proud, and for strangers to connect. You cannot
have a person, even a political candidate you
wholly detest, meet your eyes and wave at you
without smiling and wav ing back . In this case,its best to be kind, even if it smacks of hypocrisy.
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uneasy about participating in the same kind of
consumerism, commercialism, and false idol
worship that makes a mouse an icon the way
reality TV turns a woman named Snooki into
a celebrity. Im complicit in a culture that too
often lets pomp and circumstance devolve into
pop and circus.
Were next. The princesses compliment my
daughters dress and artwork, and then scrawl
loopy signatures next to the specialized figures
shes drawn. They hug her and pose. My daugh-
ter jumps up and down and claps her hands at
having met them. Theyve left their perfumed
scent in her hair.
The rest of the day, we spin in teacups, ride
in Dumbo, and ma rvel at the cavernousness of
Its a Small World. Dusk comes, the sky turnspurple, and Disneylands grand castle glows in
a lavender pink light. And at the end, we catch
the evening Soundsational Parade. Drums
beat, lights flash, and giant floats of Disney-
lands biggest stars roll out. When the princess
float approaches, I watch my daughters face
widen Look, she poi nts out, t hey re al l
together!each one, impossibly happy and
bright and blowing kisses as they wave goodbye.
, Tillamook
Our parade was inclusive, as anyone willing
to pay a ten-dollar fee could participate. One
group of equestrians represented a dude ranch,
another represented a Friesian breeding stable,
and others were merely sets of friends riding
their horses. More than one group represented
the growing Mexican American population,
with mariachi music and glossy horses trained
to prance.
As the sun turned my shoulders pink , I con-
sidered how Hood River could be fractured,
sometimes even schizophrenic. Between long-
time orchardi sts, Johnny-come-lately wind-
surfers, kiters, mountain bikers, and other
recreationalists, plus struggling small business
owners, a town meeting to discuss a waterfront
park can turn ugly. Yet on one designated sum-mer day, folks unite to celebrate all the facets
even the controversial onesthat comprise our
shared home.
, Hood River
Pilgrims to the Princesses
I , -year-old daughter draws stick figureprincesses with triangle skirts, right-angle
high-heeled shoes, and long lines of hair.
Rapunzel, Aurora, Ariel, Snow Whiteshesdrawn them all. Now we are just a few more
turns away in a cattle line at Disneyland to meet
them. With elaborate gowns, thick makeup,
and eyes twinkling beneath heavy eyelashes,
the princesses stand on top of bannered steps.
My daughter cranes her neck to see them pose
for photos with adoring fans. I love seeing my
daughters excitementher anticipation has
built to this buzzing crescendo since we started
the countdown weeks ago to meet the prin-
cesses. Im buzzing too, but for a dierent rea-
son, an internal dissonance: Im worried about
my daughters self-image and gender identifica-
tion with Disneys deliberately designed prin-
cess concept as I nonetheless wait in line with
her to meet each one.
Disneyland is all bold color, giant struc-
tures, loud music, constant movement, out-
sized life. Im impressed with the quality; the
park is clean, the cast members kind, and the
costumes well-made. Yet Im wary. Everyt hing
is fake, and the joythe buzzfound in the
happiest place on earth is a manufacturedjoy that wont last . In buying our tickets, Im
A statuette of the Eiffel Tower,
purchased from a street vendor
by Portland writer Brandi
Katherine Herrera on her first trip
to Paris, as a backpacking college
student. The city didnt much
resemble the Herreras romantic
preconceptions, so she bought
the miniature to remind herself
that, often, what we expect to
see and find, isnt anything like
what real life has to offer.
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Burlesque
I . , , to Portland. Pasted on black-painted ply-wood next to the ticket window of the Star The-
ater is a poster of a figure w ith her legs in the air,
making adjustments to garments women dont
wear any more. It look s lik e a raunchy show
where nice girls like me ought never be seen.
This side of Burnside is where crimping
flourished, and it now hosts a revival of the racy
pageantry of burlesque. The Star saw its mid-century heyday as riotous club when notorious
burlesque queen Tempest Storms stage rivalry
wit h her husband s e x-wife made the gossip
column while the Rose Queen made front page.
Where the Rose Festiv al aspi res to wonder-
ment, with the Grand Floral Parade and coro-
nation hoopla, burlesque falls a seedy step short
of fame, landing in the lap of scandalous awe.
Ideally accompanied by a full orchestra and run-
way (as originated by the Brothers Minskey in
Prohibition era New York), and bookended by
a comedic double act (carried over to early film
by acts like Abbott a nd Costello), a burlesque
dancer mixes humor and titillation, remov-
ing as little as possible of her garments while
constantly captivating the audience. She often
embodies that stage-name persona with the
help of a gimmick (popularized by the redun-dant lyrics in Gotta Get a Gimmick from the
long-running Broadway musical Gypsy).
Portland is reputed to have the most strip
clubs per capita of any city in America, but the
art of striptease reaches beyond regionalism.
As patrons of the Portland Art Museums recent
Body Beautiful exhibit have seen, striptease is
ancient; Greek vases depict dancers in translu-
cent garments.
Americans seem to handle taboo best on a
large scale. While millions watch reality TV
and dirtier content from their homes, is com-ing to the theater to see a few winks and near-
nakedness tame by comparison?
Perhaps, but burlesque is public. In a cul-
ture of isolation, with the tragedy of a mundane
workweekthat is, if one has workis it any
surprise that nostalgic entertainment brings us
together as it did during the Depression? What
stories do we share otherwise but the collective
anxieties of the past year of shootings? Why
not a little spectacular nudity instead? To oset
the naughtiness and diculty of hiding interest,
burlesque audiences resound with unfettered
laughterand after all, laughter is the universal
cure-all.
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A Long and Thrilling Run
I 2 0 1 2 , -auditorium, a man in a navy blue flightjacket worked his way down an a isle crowded
with people. He looked like an ordinar y man
as he passed by, but he was not: he was anastronaut. We applauded Greg Chamito, who
began his talk with the fairy-tale words a year
continued from previous page
A Mardi Gras mask given to
Carole Shellhart, OHs interim
executive director and director of
finance and operations. Shellhart
has attempted to travel to New
Orleans for Mardi Gras three
times, only to have her plans fallapart each time. After the most
recent failure, a friend who did make
the trip sent this small piece of the
holiday spectacle as a consolation
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and a day ago He meant his words literally;
he was speaking to us i n Corvallis exactly one
year and one day after the final launch of the
space shuttleEndeavouron May 16, 2011. But
for me his words a year and a day evoked the
magic of NASAs spectacular fift y-three years
of existence and how the agency shaped my
American life.
My first NASA experience was in fourth
grade, when my class listened to the radio
broadcast of Alan Shepards flight. Fifteen
minutes after the launch, the c apsule success-
fully splashed into the Atlantic Ocean and we
cheered, believing America had triumphed
over Russia, a nation that terrorized our child-
hoods. Our teacher removed her glasses andwiped her eyes with a handkerchief, an act we
were unsure about and probably embarrassed
by. But over the following decades I continued
to experience NASA events as I had that day:
the stunning achievements that stirred up
powerful emotions and the camaraderie and
pride that brought us together.
Though Chamitowas not a celebrity like
those astronauts with household namesJohn
Glenn, Neil Armstrong, Sally Ridehe was a
heroic and in-the-flesh historic figure who had
come to tell us about NASAs penultimate mis-sion, the 134th flight of the Space Shuttle Pro-
gram. As a member of a six-person crew that
flew to the International Space Station to per-
form two weeks of assignments, he was given
three tasks that wrapped up NASAs work and
brought the program to a close. His talk was
peppered with the last this and the last that.
He had relayed the message Assembly com-
plete, thus declaring the end of construction
to the International Space Station that had
been built piece-by-piece by many nations
for over a decade. He outfitted the station
wit h it s fi nal piece of exterior equipment, an
inspection boom attached to a robotic arm.
He accomplished the task as a space walker.
Attached by the merest of tet hers, he wa s our
last astronaut to step out to work into the big,
black beyond.And when the Endeavour crew-
members said farewell to their international
colleagues and entered their craft to fly home,
Chamito, the last one in, closedEndeavours
hatch for the very last time in outer space.
The act concluded both Endeavours nineteenworkhorse-years of service and the thirty-year
Space Shuttle Program.
Listening to him speak, I was the one now
wiping my eyes, t hinking, Houston, we have
a problem.
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A Moment in the Sun
A .Whether it is a day game or a night game,when you wa lk out of the dark tunnel to your
seat the field lights up. I went ready to be daz-
zled, and I was, many times. Like the time in
1967 when two Baltimore pitchers pitched a no-
hitter. The Tigers still won on a walk, an error, a
sacrifice bunt, and two passed balls. Then there
was Norm Cashs t owering home run to theright field seats, when I outran dozens of k ids
to get the ball, and the doubleheader sweep of
the mighty Yankees.
Sometimes the highlights would move to
the stands. In 1972, the Tigers put together a
string of victories at the end of the season to
win its division. I a m convinced the victories
started on one hot August night. It was a hum-
drum game, and the Tigers were losing 7 to 2
in the seventh. As we prepared to leave we saw
the opposing catcher pointing down the left
field line. We saw his pitcher turn and we allwatched a heavyset ma n climb up the one-foot-
wide, yellow mesh-meta l foul pole. The ga me
stopped; the pole was waving u nder his weight.
Security guards raced over and everyone else
held their breath. At the top he inserted a little
Detroit Tigers pennant. The crowd went wild.
He survived a nd so did the Tigers, winning 9-7.
In 1960, my favorite player was Coot Veal. A
utility man. He was shaggi ng flies in right field
before the game as I was leaning over the rail-
ing in the upper deck. Every ti me he caught the
ball I would yell, Hey, Coot, throw me the ba ll.
I was relentless, haranguing him every time
a ball was directed toward him. The last prac-
tice ball was hit, Coot caught it, and I begged
for the ball. He turned and gently tossed the
ball up. I reached for it, had it in my hands, a nd
I heard the crowd sigh as I dropped the ball. I
remember looking to my left to see a woman
stare at me with pity. I honed back in on Coot
as he picked up the balI. I yelled, Hey, Coot,
throw it again.
He looked at me, shrugged his shoulders,and ran to the dugout.
, Portland
Next theme: Skin
For the summer 2013 issue of
Oregon Humanitiesmagazine,
we invite readers to send Posts
submissions on the theme
Skin. Writers may wish to
explore concepts such as the
body, race, and wellness
anything that focuses on the
physical side of being human
using history, literature, law,
politics, and any other discipline
of the humanities.
Send your submission (400
words maximum), by May 27,
2013, to posts@oregonhuman-
ities.org. Submissions may be
edited for space or clarity.
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