Popular culture is political.
And as I have suggested many times before, politics is
professional wrestling and professional wrestling is politics.
Roland Barthes insightfully described why the devotees of
professional wrestling find it so compelling:
The virtue of all-in wrestling is
that it is the spectacle of excess. Here we find a grandiloquence which must
have been that of ancient theaters. And in fact wrestling is an open-air
spectacle, for what makes the circus or the arena what they are is not the sky
(a romantic value suited rather to fashionable occasions), it is the drenching
and vertical quality of the flood of light. Even hidden in the most squalid
Parisian halls, wrestling partakes of the nature of the great solar spectacles,
Greek drama and bullfights: in both, a light without shadow generates an
emotion without reserve.
There is no greater spectacle—an exaggerated, out-sized, over
the top, presentation of physical storytelling inside a twenty by twenty foot
ring—than World Wrestling Entertainment’s annual WrestleMania event.
This year’s WrestleMania 31 was exciting and thrilling.
Old heroes returned to reclaim their mantle, the “dead” rose
from the grave, a working class hero who looks more like an everyman than the
prototypical mythic heroes made real as professional wrestlers won a championship, and an unstoppable force, a beast incarnate, unleashed his wrath
on a near helpless foe only to see his victory denied by a scurrilous rival who, in an almost “Deus ex machina” moment, stole the sport's greatest prize.
Professional wrestling is a global juggernaught.
WrestleMania 31 was watched in 40 different countries. The
event, held at Levi Stadium, was attended by 76,967 people—a record for that
facility.
One of WrestleMania 31’s featured matches was a battle for
the United States Championship between Rusev, an “evil” Russian (who is
actually from Bulgaria, ostensibly a recipient of medals of honor from
President Putin, and is attended to by his valet and manager, a strikingly
beautiful “Russian” blond named Lana) and the habitually selfless, hard
scrapping “good” American “patriot” and former Marine, John Cena.
Their rivalry is classic professional wrestling
storytelling.
It draws on current events (a resurgent Russia), is rooted
in the near past (the Cold War), features characters who are exaggerated even
by the caricaturized standards of professional wrestling (Rusev, a monstrous
brute whose apparent reason d’etre is to humiliate Americans, and John Cena, a
character that is so sickeningly likeable and preternaturally good that his
detractors have given him the moniker “Super Cena”).
Cena and Rusev’s rivalry resonates because it is
fundamentally simple: nationalism and channeled through characters who embody
simplistic notions of “good” and “evil”.
Befitting the spectacle that is WrestleMania, Rusev and Cena
were gifted with magisterial entrances. Rusev, waving a Russian flag, road a
Soviet-era main battle tank to the ring and was accompanied by an honor guard
while the Russian national anthem blared in the background.
Not to be undone, John Cena was introduced by a brilliantly
produced video montage.
It channeled with aplomb the empty patriotism of Tea Party
rallies, Fox News, and a tautological logic that deems America the greatest country on
Earth because Americans say that it is.
In all, John Cena’s entrance was perfect for the theater that
is WrestleMania.
However, John Cena’s video montage was also a moment when
the spectacular and exaggerated transitioned into the surreal.
Cena’s video opens with a segment from Eisenhower’s farewell
address in which he offered a prescient warning about the rise of the military
industrial complex—except such words are not included, his wisdom truncated
into "America is today the strongest, the most influential and most productive nation in the world".
Ronald Reagan is omnipresent in the WrestleMania montage.
As Rick Perlstein sharply observes in his book The Invisible Bridge, Reagan was the
ideal president for a country that wanted to be lied to in order to feel good
about itself. Thus, Reagan, former Hollywood actor, corporate pitchman, and
human emblem for an “empire of illusion”, is perhaps the President of the United States
best suited as a mascot for professional wrestling.
He is the perfect narrator for a fictitious America made
real.
George W. Bush had his moment as well--he who led the United States into disastrous wars in the Middle East that have killed more than one million people
and broke the American economy.
Because the United States
has reimagined itself as a type of perpetual victim whose good intentions are
punished by terrorism and hatred from abroad, images of “first responders”, America ’s soldiers, and September 11th
were also included as obligatory elements in Cena’s video ode to America .
Those images are empty symbols, divorced of context. They
are propaganda akin to the ahistorical lens into current events offered by
movies such as the recent fascist fantasy American Sniper.
In this imaginary, George W. Bush is separated from the very
horrors and chaos that his poor decision-making unleashed on the “heroes”
depicted in Cena’s video montage.
Cena’s video also distorted the Black Freedom Struggle. Because
Black Americans and their struggle for civil rights exemplify America ’s moral
conscience, a flattening of that history is central to the myth of American
Exceptionalism. As is necessitated by their induction into the mainstream
pantheon of American heroes, Brother Dr. King and Sister Rosa Parks have been
robbed of their radicalism, reduced to iconic photos of a black man giving a
speech to thousands and a black woman sitting on a bus because "her feet were tired".
Cena’s video package is just one more reminder of how the
American collective conscience has repackaged the Civil Rights Movement into
something digestible for the white (and too many of the black and brown)
American public.
In the United
States , capitalism is confused with
democracy. As such, images of Steve Jobs, Apple products, and Facebook were
included with Dr. King. The latter was a radical critic of inequality, the
distortions of capitalism, and free market fundamentalism. Somehow, a man who
was killed because he fought for human rights is a hero in the same sense as people
who feed the infinite maw of consumerism.
John Cena’s “America ”
video is an example of history by committee, a product of marketing researchers,
and WWE’s keen understanding of its viewer demographics. Cena’s video montage
cannot offend by truth-telling; nor, should it be expected to. This is the
ethic of the neoliberal corporate multicultural state: false notions of
inclusivity to the end of profit maximization.
Professional wrestling is spectacular theater. WrestleMania
is the spectacular elevated to the ridiculous. As a lifelong fan of
professional wrestling, I/we have made a bargain. We know that the events are
scripted. The drama is no less real.
The danger lies in how the fantastically distorted history
and present embodied by John Cena’s video is actually taken as true by too
many of the country’s citizens. This is especially the case for conservatives
with their American flag lapel pin obsessions, insular and alternative reality news media entertainment machine, as well as penchant for confusing militarism and ugly
nationalism with authentic and true patriotism.
Even more disturbing, is how John Cena’s American
Exceptionalism themed video montage could easily be substituted as a type of
exam or test of faith for the Right-wing faithful and their presidential
candidates in the 2016 election.
If politics is professional wrestling, then WrestleMania 31
provided a moment of gifted insight into a twisted and delusional belief system
that imperils the Common Good.
13 comments:
Thanks, Chauncey, for that essay. I watched only a bit of WrestleMania and was amazed at the production values and the spectacle. Having just come from the SF-Oakland Bay Area, I was very surprised that 77K+ packed the stadium. My son, a devotee of WWE, told me that fans fly in from all over the world to witness the Super Bowl of Wrestling. I remember watching wrestling in Alabama and Georgia in the mid-1970s when I was stationed at Fort Benning. All the stereotypes of nationalism and good versus evil that you wrote about. Even President Carter's mother attended the wrestling shows I went to. But, what really caught me was how emotionally involved the crowds were. They were fully invested in a hero "fighting" an opponent in a scripted match. Should the hero "lose," the anger and disappointment was palpable. What a show. I'm really impressed with how you tie wrestling entertainment to political entertainment. Brilliant. Genius.
Chauncey, you may to read this article at Religion Dispatches: "Wrestling and Religion: We Know It's Fake and We Don't Care" by Jess Peacock who is also a fan of wrestling. You guys could probably have a Vulcan mindmeld.
Another man--you--who has the good fortune of having son who enjoys American theater :)
I will need to read that piece!
My love of wrestling has caused crickets these last few days. One of the fun things about online essaying is that it is a good place to work out one's own thoughts and very often work takes on a life of its own.
If you never read Barthes Mythologies you should. I really think you would enjoy it. You were in a great territory in Georgia. A very very special time in wrestling with some of the best talent and most amazing storytelling.
My reading list just keeps growing. I bought a copy (used of course) of Mind of a Master Class, based on your conversation with Dr. Nama a couple of weeks ago. I'm quite excited to start it, but won't allow myself until I've finished DuBois' Black Reconstruction. What a mind!!! I love those moments of clarity he provides through his writing.
I have "bookmarked" Mythologies to be purchased at a later date.
I grew out of the pro wrestling thing in my early teen years I suppose. Perhaps it was my older brother's insistence that wrestling was fake. Or maybe it just stopped being on at the time and channel I was accustomed to. So I never made it past WWF. But I was a pretty consistent WWF fan growing up. Your reference to "Lana" reminded me of what's her name? Miss Elizabeth. I had to do a little googling to come up with that. She's apparently no longer with us. I'd have to put her up there with Jane Fonda as an object of my affections as a child. My mom had a couple of those Jane Fonda workout tapes. To this day there's still something about leotards and leg warmers....
Crushes on 'Scary Sherri" for me. Damn that was one badass white woman. Elizabeth was something else. Her relationship w. Savage was a type of possessive love on his part. Her passing from drugs was so sad.
Scary Sherri huh? Lol. Indeed. As an adult looking back, I can appreciate how undeveloped my tastes were. Lol.
I used to love wrestling. Mid South wrestling with the Von Erics was a main stay on my small black and white tv as a kid.
A brilliant piece of writing and observations.
What is parody and entertainment to us is propaganda to so many of wrestling's fans. And what you call a bargain, I call cognative dissonance. ;)
Cognitive dissonance is one hell of a drug :)
How have you been? I scare folks away so I always offer hugs after sharing such insights.
Another era. Another era. Goodness you were lucky!
I like warm hugs!
Your essays are widely varied and people have different interests but I'm your number one fan!
Looking back at it I guess I was. Saturday nights in Houston, Texas, staying up late with a bowl of nachos those were the days. Your summations about the Reagan era were truly apt. We collectively signed on to a mass delusional state. Politics like the popular entertainment was mere fiction that we deluded ourselves into believing it was fact. America the good versus the evil Soviets. It was all a sham. Wrestlers of that era were very dynamic. Week after week it was a play of good versus evil. The Von Erichs versus the Fabulous Freebirds or the Four Horsemen. I witnessed some of the best in sports entertainment.Unlike today the wrestlers of that time put their money were their mouths were. There was no waiting for pay per view see some action. Another era indeed.
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