You can only shake your head in dismayed amazement at the over-the-top-and-into-the-stratosphere reaction to Garrison Keillor’s March 14 Salon column. I only read the thing today, a week after the fact and a week after the eruption of anger from … and lets be careful here … a certain portion of the gay community, abetted and egged on, ironically enough by a smattering of gleeful righties always eager to push the “liberals do it too” hypocrisy argument.
In what was CLEARLY a standard issue, garden variety piece of Keillor satire basically riffing on the diminished roles of adults/parents in modern America’s child-oriented culture he spends a couple graphs batting around the cliched image of “flamboyant” gay parents adding to the increasingly complex family trees of 21st century families. Not only was it a friggin’ joke, but it was a variation on a thoroughly familiar joke I at least have seen thousands of times in movies and on TV. Flamboyant gays. Sardonic. Amusing … apparently not.
Of all people, Dan Savage, the normally very funny gay columnist/blogger jumped on the Keillor-is-a-bigot train, mugged the engineer, tore out of the station and has been driving it across the country all week blowing the whistle and flashing the lights. Check out the venom in his “comments” section for an object lesson in grim vituperation. One word that comes to mind as I scroll through it is, “Astonishing.”
A couple days later Keillor issued an apology in which he explained that in his world of literati and artists the type of satire he employed in Salon is well understood and accepted. I know very little about Keillor’s real world salon mates, but based on the show biz types I’ve met and hung around over the years that seems entirely accurate. Show biz is always trading in stereotypes for drama and comedy. The trick is in the tone and the performer, and Keillor long ago proved himself adept at both, if you care to actually read or listen.
In Keillor’s case I’m here to argue that as much as any public figure in the state he should be indemnified against charges of “bigotry” and homophobia. I don’t consider myself a big fan. I don’t make appointments with the radio show, but somehow I hear it fairly often. (How often does MPR re-run that thing?) We’re certainly not close. (Last time I checked I think Keillor was pissed at me for calling around checking about some minor personnel flap at Prairie Home Companion.) But, come on, people, over his career, through the guiding sensibility of his radio show, novels and columns and his outside work on behalf of hundreds of progressive candidates and causes the guy has demonstrated as full a commitment to building fair-mindedness into government and public institutions as any local celebrity I can think of. Put another way, he has walked the walk. Have you?
The newest theme in Keillor-ripping, post-apology, is the charge that he explained his satire on the basis that, “some of his best friends are gay”, which I’m willing to bet in his case is actually true. But the real point of cultural curiosity here … in this blog … isn’t Keillor at all, but the hair-trigger on the knee-jerk of his critics.
From my time in the media I can tell you there is a compulsive quality in the need of some people … of all races, persuasions, ideologies and genders … to achieve and display maximum indignation and pity-worthy personal offense in the shortest possible period of time, which is to say usually before they read something twice or stop and ask themselves, “Is this a joke?”
We see the commercial pay-off to instantaneous public indignation every day on cable TV and talk radio. Get angry! Get the viewers angry! Its an expression of passion! Do it well every day and make millions! Believe me, this exhausting bit has seeped into the citizen/consumer culture. But no matter what the level of commerce, the 0-to-60 indignation shtick requires a steady supply of enemies, old and new. In this case Garrison Keillor gets the casting call. Too bad about that. But to feed the indignation beast you occasionally have to vilify people who not only are fundamentally sympathetic to the cause you’re so incensed over, but very likely have devoted a higher percentage of their free hours to advancing that cause than you have.
Another theme running through comments to Keillor on the Prairie Home website is that he doesn’t fully understand the pain of being gay. And that too is indisputably true. Not to go totally Oprah here, but which of us ever fully appreciates another person’s pain? My folks taught me the best you can hope for is a friend who is there to help when you really need him/her, and with whom you’ve achieved enough comfort to trade back and forth the real work of buffering the bullshit and real dipshits of life with, you know, a little humor.
Bottom line: Your friends aren’t you, exactly, but know the difference between them and your real problems.