What is it with shoes?
Nikita Khrushchev brandished one at the United Nations. Richard Reid tried to use one of his to blow up an airplane. And now Muntadar al-Zeidi, in a stunning incident in Iraq, hurls both of his at George W. Bush during a press conference. Before I delve into the rhetoric of shoes, let me say for the record that I agree with Marc Sandalow who writes today that words “remain mightier than swords. And a hell of a lot mightier than shoes.” In other words, ask the man tough questions; don’t throw your shoes at him. That, obviously, assumes more about al-Zeidi as a journalist than we should.
If we were to suppose such behavior possible of an American journalist then Helen Thomas comes to mind as a potential perp. But I think if her little red choo-choo went chugging around the bend she would more likely twist an ear and scold. But, of course, as crusty and cantankerous as she is, it is simply unimaginable that she would ever do such a thing. But, then, our country hasn’t recently been invaded and torn for questionable reasons. There’s no way to tell how any of us might react to such circumstances. That’s no excuse — just recognition that some idiots have reasons for what they do.
What is it with shoes?
I assume it’s a cultural thing (and if I had the time and gumption I’d run this down, but I don’t). The shoe, coming from the foot as it does, which is often smelly, and certainly nothing much to look at (assuming you don’t have a foot fetish), perhaps is a symbol for a kick in the pants. Kicking is often associated with ill treatment of the weak by the powerful. So its use against the powerful by the weak would seem to be a double insult.
But as Reid demonstrated, the shoe can also be a weapon without symbolism. It is a deadly weapon with the right features. A work boot could do serious damage. I suppose you could bitch-slap someone with a flip-flop. That would hurt in more ways than one.
I think al-Zeidi certainly had insult on his mind. A dress show can raise a nasty welt or cut if it lands just right. I assume he would have been happy to score a hit.
So what if…
Where was the Secret Service?
Think about this: Our president was in Iraq — a fairly dangerous place by some accounts. And a nut-case journalist was able to throw two shoes at him from close range. Two!
Hmmmmm…
I assume one can’t smuggle nastier stuff into a presidential press conference. No rotten eggs. No feces. So what’s the next most degrading thing you can throw with the heft to reach its target and the symbolism to get meaning across if the aim is bad? A shoe.
We’re all glad Bush was not hit or hurt. And we’re all pissed at the insult to our leader and country. And we’re all hoping this guy is severely punished. And we’re all hoping the Secret Service gets, and keeps, its act together. Well, most people anyway. I did run across a new Facebook group for people who apparently think this is amusing or acceptable behavior. I won’t link to it.
And what of those sad people cheering this outrage? I think they are the real victims of those shoes. As long as they can hear and embrace that argument I wonder what argument we can offer in return.
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