We don’t recognize all the facts surrounding Jussie Smollett, so we should not rush to condemnation with the same fury his supporters rushed to judgment about his “attackers.” As troubled as he can be, he’s entitled to the due method.
The contemporary evidence offered by the Chicago police pointed to disturbing pathological conduct. People who weave complicated webs of deceit accept their truth enough to bypass a lie detector take a look at. If proper, Smollett’s behavior is tragic and, as I articulated to Variety, can be unrecoverable.
Smollett may also thoroughly have completed a lot of damage to victims of hate crimes. We can spend away more time debating the reality of destiny accusations than curing the disease. His very own smoldering profession is just an afterthought.
Richard Nixon’s profession became nothing but an afterthought. His near staff recognized Nixon’s compulsive deception, anger, and anxiety. Still, one may want to argue that from his attitude, holding onto electricity with the aid of any manner vital had a better calling, even supposing it was unconstitutional. Though wrong, Nixon also clung to a prison argument that the president couldn’t violate the regulation. While you and I won’t be given those arguments, they’ve, as a minimum, a thread of authenticity.
What does Smollett have? A desire to receive a commission more significant and, possibly, no longer be written out of a sequence? There is no higher calling here – merely an actor looking to get another close-up, Mr. DeMille. And the first-rate irony is how gifted Smollett is. He quickly would have gotten different paintings – and probably even better components.
This is fascinating because it’s miles the indispensable instance of the confusion between fact and digital myth. Another immediate example is President Donald Trump, who, in keeping with the White House source, perceives the presidency as a reality series driven via daily ranking. Tragically, youngster suicides are driven by out-of-place tension over the “price” of their online persona.
The bigger issue – the frenzy of judgment – is the subject du jour. Politicians, TV speak heads, and even the NAACP decided to interpret the sparse preliminary data to match their pre-present narrative. We are all doing that, experiencing a rush to judgment where we immediately want to include a symbol to show our righteousness substantially outweighs the staying power of fast-accumulating – and the reflection that the best time can grant. We can be a submit-truth society. However, it has morphed into a wisdom-much less one wherein staying power is not a virtue, but grandstanding is. Suppose all we care about as a society is leveraging moments to justify our lives. In that case, we’re all Narcissus, too in love with our own mirrored image to look beyond the water to look life ways beyond the reflecting pool.
For some of us, even earlier than the artificial intelligence revolution takes to preserve, we now do not know reality. Therein lies the most exceptional danger. Time, distance, past, gift, self, the virtual self, the TV self. They are all melding.
The top-notch, although erroneous, story about George “Superman” Reeves’ being killed because he deluded himself that he should fly is assumed to be because he changed into another actor who seemed to have succumbed to the illusion of his career. Smollett can be a severe model of that destiny, but for those who’ve come of age in the virtual era, where virtual fact often wins out over actual truth, it’s not an entire shocker. The truth that we have to use “real” as an adjective for “truth” says everything.
If Smollett did indeed orchestrate a fake assault and fabricate a tale, then there isn’t a whole lot to say from a reputational (and career) restoration point of view. First, live out of jail; 2nd, stay out of prison. Rinse and repeat.
Then volunteer a heartfelt admission and apology (without including legal exposure) before prosecutors pressure you to do it; encompass a viable rationalization (no longer to be burdened with an excuse) that at the least engenders some empathy, after which disappear for a while, ala Betty Ford. If he genuinely wants a destiny platform, he can end up a spokesperson (e.g., Rodney King) for the “I became very wrong, and I’m sorry, but look what my awful act exposed – we ought to all prevent speeding to judgment” refrain of which there are a long way too few singers. A vintage announcement within the crisis enterprise is: “You can’t speak your way out of something you acted your manner into.”
We stay in a complex world, made more so with the avalanche of statistics dashing around us, more in a year than our grandparents needed to deal with an entire life. We will be forgiven if we don’t recognize a way to address this new toxicity of over-facts. But our future depends on getting this done properly.
We shouldn’t appear past Jussie Smollett, Ralph Northam, Justin Fairfax, Nick Sandman, Al Franken, and all the relaxation. They are signposts directing us to gradually down and digest. My overdue father, anxious that I ate too fast as a toddler, used to suggest, “bite, chew, swallow.” This remains terrifically accurate advice for all of us.