Friday, March 29, 2013

“Everything I Know About American History, I Learned from Hollywood”



The Mild West

It seems that every time a shooting in America makes headlines, some wag in a European newspaper makes a remark about how “it’s like the Wild West over there.”  He’s right, but not for the reasons he thinks.

Now, “everybody” knows that the American West in the 1800s was a violent place, with daily duels in the streets, and characters such as Wyatt Earp and Wild Bill Hickock blazing away at the likes of Billy the Kid and Jesse James.

And, as usual, “everybody” is wrong.

The great Westward Expansion Period of the 1860s thru the 1890s captured the imagination of the entire world.  And a gaggle of hack writers cashed in on this fascination, churning out dime novels that featured real-life people such as Kit Carson and Calamity Jane in violent, 100% fictional adventures.  (Of course, the vast majority of these hack writers had never ventured further west than Altoona.)

Motion pictures were invented when Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show was at the height of its popularity, and the movie-makers sought to make dime-novel-style action come alive on the silver screen.  One of the most popular of these early movies was The Great Train Robbery (1903), the first Western “shoot ‘em up.”  Considered a cinematic milestone, Robbery was filmed entirely in New Jersey (I kid you not).

As movies became more elaborate, stars such as Tom Mix, Hopalong Cassidy, Roy Rogers, and John Wayne filled the silver screen with clouds of gun smoke, and the “Wild West” legend became part of our popular culture.

But when historians began to research the newspapers and the official town records of the period, an entirely different picture began to emerge.

Larry E. Schweikart, professor of history at the University of Dayton, estimates that there were no more than a dozen bank robberies in the ENTIRE FRONTIER WEST between 1859 and 1900.  (When you’re surrounded by honest bank customers wearing six-guns, only the stupidest crook would risk a robbery.)

How about homicides?  What about all those famous cattle towns, filled with cowboys flush with cash from the cattle drives and “all likkered-up?”  Or those quick-draw shootouts on Main Street?  Well, as much as the young men of the Old West may have been attracted to the romantic notion of settling their differences like European gentlemen (i.e., blasting away at each other at a distance of 20 paces), the hard-won common sense of the working-man seems to have prevailed.  Professor Richard Shenkman of George Mason University found that even notorious Dodge City had suffered only 5 homicides in its WORST year, 1878.  Homicide rates were similarly low in other Western cities & towns.

It seems that author Robert Heinlein was right when he said, “an armed society is a polite society.”

So why did I say that when Europeans remark that the modern USA is “like the Wild West,” they are right, but not for the reasons they think?  Well, with the liberalization of concealed carry permit laws, the USA now has the highest rate of private gun ownership in 20 years.  In that same 20 years, our violent crime rate has been falling steadily.  According to the most recent United Nations International Crime Study, the USA ranks only 12th in violent crime, out of 15 advanced countries, safer than such countries as England, New Zealand, Denmark and Switzerland.
   
Perhaps the typical American mugger or liquor-store-holdup-man is like those bank robbers in the Old West—only the really stupid ones would think of committing a crime where honest citizens are armed.

At this point, some of you may be thinking, “Aha! But what about all those murders in America?  The homicide rate is much higher than in Europe!”

Unlike other violent crimes, homicide seems to be culturally-driven rather than economically driven.  Some cultures seem to prefer murder as a tool for dealing with social situations!  Take, for instance, “honor killings;” in some cultures, it’s perfectly acceptable to murder your own daughter because she was the victim of rape.  In others it’s customary to murder a widow after her husband dies.

This is not the case with, say, European or Japanese culture, and we find that, in the USA, people of European or Japanese descent commit murder at about the same low rate as their cousins in Europe or Japan.  (Note that the vast majority of inhabitants of the Old West were of European descent.)

We are probably the most culturally diverse nation in existence; the idea of a single homicide rate in the USA is about as meaningless as a single homicide rate for Planet Earth.    

Saturday, March 23, 2013

My Grandma can Beat Your Dad! Also, Your Brother, Your Son, Your Uncle, Your Cousin…


When I was a kid in Florida, my Dad would take me to watch the powerboat races. I was amazed by these boats, which seemed to almost fly; often the only parts touching the water were the propeller and the rudder!

Powerboat racing is an old, old sport—probably about as old as the second guy to stuff a big motor into a small boat.  And the ultimate expression of the sport is Offshore Racing.

Offshore racers really do fly, becoming airborne if they hit a wave just right, then slamming down onto the surface at up to 100mph.  Obviously, it takes a Real Man to wrestle one of these monsters, right?

Wrong.

Paul Cook was a highly successful California entrepreneur who decided one day that he needed a hobby, so he bought a powerboat and went racing. Paul’s wife Betty often helped out by doing the usual wifely chores, supplying the drivers and crews with sandwiches and drinks— at least at first.  One day, in 1974, she decided to take one of the boats out for a little jaunt, just to see what it was like.  Don Pruitt, Paul’s racing team manager, gave her a few pointers and turned her loose.

It turned out to be even more fun than she thought it would be.  Now she wanted to take the next step—she wanted to race!

Just three days later, she entered the 90-mile round-trip race from Long Beach to Newport Beach.

She won.

All of the Real Men were stunned—they had just had their butts kicked by a 5 foot, 4 inch, 114 pound, 52-year-old grandmother.  To make it even more humiliating, it was: Her. Very. First. Race.

Betty continued racing (and winning), and soon bought her own boat. Now, most racing powerboats have macho names such as Thunderbolt or Nitro.  Betty named hers Kaama (after an African antelope), and decorated it with a picture of an antelope with big, ruby-red, heart-shaped lips.  Perhaps it was her subtle, feminine way of saying “Kiss me goodbye, boys, ‘cause this is the last you’ll see of me until the race is over!”

This would be no idle boast.  At the 1977 World Championship race in Key West, on stormy, backbone-crunching seas, Betty finished TWENTY ONE MINUTES ahead of the second place boat.
Betty and Kaama (and Kaama II) went on to win 2 world championships and 3 US championships.  She retired in 1982, at the age of 59.

The powerboat racing world calls her The Queen of Powerboat Racing.