Burglary by Videocam 

As Paris and Jack-O have discovered, we do it to ourselves.

My joke about Paris Hilton is that none of this would have happened if she had been named Washington Marriott. Then she would have been the child of Mormons and raised quite differently with, one would hope, better results. We would now be watching an Internet tape of her doing missionary work in the Third World instead of assuming that position for much of the First World to see.

Any mention of Paris Hilton leads, in a People magazine sense, to Michael Jackson. The two are starkly different: Jackson is a talented entertainer who originally became famous for his work, although he is now famous for other things. But as with Hilton, a tape exists -- or purportedly exists. It was surreptitiously made aboard the airplane that took him from Las Vegas to his arraignment in California as he conferred with his lawyer.

I think both Jackson and Hilton must share a sense of being burglarized of themselves. I use the word burglary because when I was burglarized, I felt an almost inexpressible sense of invasion: Someone had not just taken some items (a radio, a laptop computer), but more importantly my sense of security -- that my home was inviolable.

Hilton, in particular, has lost much more than that. She has lost control of who she is -- or, at least, who she wants us to think she is. Even though she is a party girl -- night after night at New York and L.A. clubs -- she could still pretend to be her parents' little girl or whatever else she wanted to be. Now her sense of who she is has been absconded with. Someone made off with it.

With Jackson, the burglary of self is only potential. The tape has not been shown and may never be. But you can imagine how it might show him saying or doing things that even he would not want the world to know. His is a hard case when arguing for a sense of privacy, but often it takes a celebrity to bring such matters to the public's attention.

The sense we all once had that we are secure in our own person is gone, probably irrevocably so. Espionage has been democratized. Cell phones come equipped with little cameras so that people in the locker rooms of health clubs have to worry about someone pretending to make a call. Clothing, after all, is the most common of deceptions, because the clothes you wear are your sense of who you are -- how you show you are rich, or a football fan, or whatever. The vicious little cameras take you down to your essentials.

Videocams are everywhere -- placed there by the police for traffic or public-safety reasons or just haphazardly running because someone is taping his cute grandchild and you happen to be in the background. Sometimes the shooter is his own victim. I am thinking now of Dennis Kozlowski, the former Tyco CEO, who must now see his kitschy choices in furniture and other decorating doodads shown to the world. A proud man has been reduced to a jerk -- and that has nothing to do with his guilt or innocence.

You may argue that Hilton and maybe even Jackson deserve no privacy. Hilton, after all, helped make the infamous sex tape herself, and Jackson -- well, what can anyone say? But Hilton committed no crime, and while Jackson is accused of one, it does not relate to what he did on that airplane -- and the snoopers were not law-enforcement officials. Hilton in particular has been robbed of a commodity that we all value -- the face we think we show the world.

Smile, we are all on Candid Camera.

Richard Cohen is a columnist for The Washington Post.


Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment



Intermission Impossible

Let GCT's Honky Tonk Angels Sing for You

Beyond the Arc

Five Notes on Grizzlies/Pelicans

Film/TV/Etc. Blog

Sooth the Pain With All The Rage Documentary at Crosstown Arts

Intermission Impossible

Lipstick Smear: Let Theatre Memphis' "Stage Kiss" slip you some tongue

Hungry Memphis

Tater Tots Now Available at All Huey's

Hungry Memphis

I Love Juice to Open in TN Brewery

Tiger Blue

Three Thoughts on Tiger Football


More by Richard Cohen

Readers also liked…

  • A Letter to the Memphis City Council

    The council gets an “F” for its performance on the Greensward decision.
    • Mar 10, 2016
  • Detention Deficit

    Exactly seven years ago this week, I wrote a column decrying a proposal by city engineers to turn the Overton Park Greensward into an 18-foot-deep "detention basin" designed to stop flooding in Midtown. The engineers claimed we'd hardly notice the football-field-sized bowl. "Except," I wrote then, "when it rains hard, at which time, users of Overton Park would probably notice a large, 18-foot-deep lake in the Greensward. Or afterward, a large, muddy, trash-filled depression."

    • Mar 10, 2016
  • Appeasing the Bern

    Democrats will have to pay the price to get Sanders and his supporters on the team.
    • May 5, 2016
© 1996-2017

Contemporary Media
460 Tennessee Street, 2nd Floor | Memphis, TN 38103
Visit our other sites: Memphis Magazine | Memphis Parent | Inside Memphis Business
Powered by Foundation