An Empire Washed Away

I loved HBO’s Boardwalk Empire from the first minute. I thought it was beautifully shot, well written, and had one of the greatest casts from top to bottom of any show I’d ever seen (I don’t know if it’s possible to top a cast led by Steve Buscemi, Kelly MacDonald, Michael Pitt, Shea Wigham, Jack Houston, Michael K. Williams, Gretchen Mol, Michael Shannon, Stephen Graham, Michael Stuhlbarg, and Dabney Coleman among others). I loved how the show could be daring, how no fictional character seemed safe, and how the show would start slowly as each season introduced new characters, themes, and plots, only to pick up at about the midway point and then sprint toward the season finale with each episode being more tense and explosive than the last. I loved that each season wound down with the new revelations and character developments making a second viewing of each episode not only rewarding but almost necessary. And yet for all of that, Boardwalk Empire’s conclusion left me with a bitter taste in my mouth far beyond what I felt for other dramas with divisive finales like The Sopranos, Lost, and (to a lesser degree) the Wire.

Coming into this final season I was upset with the time jump to 1931 and about only getting 8-episodes to say goodbye to the show (which had previously had 12 episodes a season, meaning this year was only 2/3rds of a typical BE season). As the final campaign began there was still a lot to love even if in many cases some of the good things seemed either rushed or too late. For example, the flashbacks showing Nucky Thompson’s rise were very interesting and added a lot of color to certain scenes and character relationships this season, but the flashbacks would have been far better if the scenes had come earlier in the show’s run because they gave us a much deeper understanding of who Nucky was, what drove him to do the things that he did, and how he became the mysterious man we had watched for five-years. It seemed a little late in the game to attempt to add depth to a character who, for most of the show’s run was (regardless of the great acting job by Steve Buscemi) probably the weakest leading man of all the great antihero-centric dramas that sprung up after the Sopranos. Had they come earlier in the show’s run, the flashbacks would have kept Nucky at the forefront of the show, but instead for four-seasons we had watched Nucky fade into the background of his own show and disappear behind more colorful and exciting characters like Jimmy, Arnold Rothstein, Al Capone, Margaret, Chalky White, and – perhaps the show’s most memorable original character – Richard Harrow. My unhappiness with the finale ties to Richard as well as the fact that a show that had done a great job at staying unpredictable began telegraphing its punches so blatantly in the final season.

It was obvious to me from the first second we met ‘Joe Harper,’ that the young would-be protégé hanging around Nucky was likely to be Tommy Darmody, but it seemed too sloppy to me for a show that had always been so precise because the ages didn’t seem to line up (based on my knowledge of history, Tommy would have been 14 at the oldest in 1931). However, that was only a small part of what concerned me with Tommy’s appearance and his pursuit of vengeance against Nucky for what Nucky had done to the Darmody family. Tommy’s knowledge that Nucky had murdered his father and betrayed his grandmother stretched credulity to the breaking point, but another thing that has been gnawing at me ever since we saw Tommy kill Nucky (and get arrested directly after): Richard Harrow’s entire storyline throughout seasons 3 and 4 is now meaningless.

Richard Harrow is probably the most beloved character to come out of Boardwalk Empire. A sniper in the US Army who had half his face destroyed by a bullet during World War I and wore a poorly painted tin mask to cover up his wounds, Richard returned home from the Great War so broken both physically and emotionally that he had lost his moral compass. Richard became close to fellow-soldier Jimmy because good-looking Jimmy – with his toddler son Tommy and pretty young wife Angela – was if anything even more damaged internally than Richard was. After Jimmy’s death at the end of season 2, it seemed that Richard’s role as a character on the show had died too, but instead he became a richer character as he tried to take Jimmy’s advice and ‘come back’ from the horrors he had witnessed, perpetrated, and endured in WWI and beyond. The prime mission in Richard’s life became taking care of the orphaned Tommy and trying to give him a better life, something that he saw would be impossible if Tommy was forced to stay under the care of his manipulative and mentally ill grandmother Gillian. Gillian chose to raise Tommy in a brothel she ran, and in order to free Tommy from that brothel and from Gillian, Richard mounted an assault on the gangsters who had taken over Gillian’s mansion in the season 3 finale and rescued Tommy.

However we found out in season 4 that Tommy was not totally free from his grandmother’s reach. Richard had brought him to stay with his girlfriend and later wife Julia Sagorsky but Gillian was pressing her own claim on the boy and in order to give Tommy a truly clean start, Richard was forced to take on one more mission for Nucky. Richard sent Tommy and Julia to Richard’s sister’s house in Wisconsin, but he struggled with having to kill again and he made a mistake, killed an innocent person, and was himself mortally wounded in turn. He died dreaming of the better life he had built for Tommy in Wisconsin. But the show ended with Tommy coming back and murdering Nucky in front of federal agents, meaning he is going to be arrested for premeditated murder and either jailed for life or even executed. Two seasons of Richard risking everything and eventually losing his life to save Tommy had been thrown away in order to have a neat symmetrical end where Tommy killed Nucky by shooting him in precisely the same place under the left eye where Nucky shot his father.

And now we come to the biggest problem with Tommy’s actions against Nucky: how did Tommy even know Nucky did anything to deserve such vengeance? Not only did Gillian almost certainly never tell Tommy that Nucky had murdered Jimmy, it would have been incriminating because her story to the world was that Jimmy had overdosed on heroin in the bathtub of her mansion. Richard almost certainly never told Tommy about what happened to Jimmy, and those who raised Tommy (Julia, her father, and Richard’s sister and brother-in-law) had no knowledge of Jimmy and almost none regarding Gillian and Nucky. Gillian lost custody of Tommy when he was somewhere around 6 or 7-years-old, meaning that the complexity of Nucky’s betraying the 12-year-old Gillian and giving her to the Commodore (whom Nucky knew to be a pedophile) would be lost on Tommy. And that brings me to one of my biggest pet peeves in any kind of fiction: a character being punished for something that we in the audience know that he or she did but that the other characters in the show (or book, movie, play, or whatever) would absolutely have no knowledge of.

It can be tempting for any writer to turn their story into a kind of morality tale – Nucky did bad things, and therefore he was punished for them; it is a common trope in fiction. However I had thought that with Boardwalk Empire, creator Terrence Winter was aiming higher and trying to give us a great character study and examination of crime in the 1920s-30s. In real life people do bad things all the time and no one ever finds out – although admittedly, most of those things don’t involve murder: people cheat on their spouses, steal from friends/family/strangers, and hurt people and they often get away with it. We in the audience know what Nucky did because we got to be there to watch him do them, but how on earth would Tommy know enough not just to be mad at Nucky, but to leave his home in Wisconsin and travel around 1,000 miles (during the Great Depression no less) with the intent to murder him? Yes it was poetic justice for the audience to see Nucky killed by a Darmody after he had done so many awful things to the family, but in real life there isn’t always such a clear answer and many times people get away with the awful things they do.

I am fine with the fact that Nucky died as I don’t always require happy endings, but the way it happened cheapens the show in so many ways as to leave me angry at the ending of a show I had loved from the beginning. I thought I was watching a character study that refrained from judging the characters for the often grotesque and despicable acts they committed, but at the end it turned into a morality tale that all boiled down to: don’t shoot the son of a 12-year-old girl who you handed over to a pedophile under his eye, or his son will track you down and shoot you under your own eye.

Things We Are Not Supposed to Say #2

“I need some help.”

It seems simple enough to ask for help, but it is a very hard thing to do (and to clarify, I’m not talking about anyone seeking help for addiction or other things like it – I’m speaking of financial assistance). We are encouraged in America to ‘pull ourselves up by our own bootstraps’ and in movies, books, and television we see character after character defiantly turn help away, always loudly proclaiming, “I don’t need your charity!” Why is it so hard to ask for help? Maybe it’s because, at least here in the United States of America, weakness and vulnerability are held in disdain. Asking for help is construed as a failure of the person in need of aid, and society roundly mocks those who require welfare or food stamps or unemployment insurance, or pretty much any kind of help at all from the government. In far too many cases we portray those who accept such assistance as lazy failures who have made a choice not to work out of a desire to be taken care of by more deserving ‘hard working’ people. A powerful stigma has been attached to governmental assistance and I know of many instances where people who were rightfully entitled to and in desperate need of such help have refused to accept it in order to avoid the negative associations with even needing such help to begin with, let alone taking it. I know this because I am one of those people.

On September 18th, 1998, I felt a sharp pain in my lower back as I rose to leave my first period class. I was born with Scoliosis and had a major surgery when I was 3-years-old, but in the 10-years after that surgery I had never had back pain of any kind; since that September 18th, I have never spent a single day out of intense back pain, and all of those days without hurting have long since faded from memory, and now seem like a dream of someone else’s life. The constant pain I deal with has put me in a situation where doing even the slightest bit of physical work is almost impossible. I can’t stand for very long, and while I can sit for a longer period of time, even that will hurt before too much time has passed. Walking or running hurts because my many spinal surgeries have left me with a fused spine and without the natural shock absorption that is a normal feature of the backs of most human beings. I am forced to take large quantities of powerful medications to deal with my suffering which makes many jobs impossible and makes driving even short distances something I must plan hours in advance to be sure my head is clear. I am in pain when I close my eyes to sleep at night, and again when I open them in the morning. It is my constant companion, and judging from the fact that most people develop back pain as they age, I’m not expecting it to get any better as I get older.

Because of my disability, I am eligible for many kinds of governmental assistance. While I enjoy the benefits of having Medicare, I have never accepted certain other things that I’m eligible to receive; I have not and cannot foresee accepting food stamps and welfare due both to the stigma attached to such things and my own foolish pride. I live a Spartan existence on the meager amount of disability money I get from the government while I simultaneously look for a job that will allow me to take advantage of my intelligence and my specific abilities, but it is hard to tell potential employers right off the bat that there are things one cannot do. I don’t even like to accept help when moving a heavy box; I refuse help and try to do it myself. Afterwards I’m either forced to admit defeat and accept the assistance I had refused before, or I manage to do the job myself and then spend the rest of the day – and sometimes more than one – dealing with the ramifications of my foolish decision.

I almost don’t know why I bring this up because I don’t expect to start seeking out or accepting aid tomorrow or any day soon. I have seen this strain of stubbornness in others both within and outside of my family, and have seen it lead to death too. I honestly believe that my grandfather’s death last year was in large part due to his refusal to accept the offer of my Aunt to move in with her both during and after Super storm Sandy hit New York and flooded his house in October of 2012. He finally took her offer after about a week of staying there freezing in his home and being forced – along with my step-grandmother, who had bad lungs for most of her life – to breathe in the mold of the rotting walls and hardwood floors. Just under a year later my step-grandmother Renee was dead, and my grandfather died two months after her. It should be a flashing neon light warning me of what can happen when one puts stubbornness and foolish pride ahead of necessity, and yet I have not changed my ways and I keep trying to deal with my disability the same way I have for years, keeping my head barely above the crashing waves while I refuse to accept the aid of the nearby rescue boats.

Asking for help is not easy and accepting it even less so. As a society we need to do a better job of teaching our children that it is OK to admit weakness and that requiring help is not some kind of moral failure. I hope we can pass this lesson on to future generations and remove the stigma of seeking help. And I hope that I too learn the lesson before I pass a point of no return, because over 16-years of near constant agony hasn’t been enough to convince me

The Fall of New York Sports

I never had a real choice regarding which professional sports teams I rooted for; I was handed them the same way I was my last name and my religion. I’m a third generation fan of the New York Yankees, Giants, Rangers, and (to a lesser degree) Knicks. I know how remarkably lucky I have been to be born into rooting for those specific teams, especially the Yankees and Giants, who have each won the most championships in their respective sports (5 World Championships for the Yankees and 4 Super Bowl wins for the Giants) during my lifetime. I was lucky be able to watch the Rangers end a 54-year-drought and win the Stanley Cup in 1994. Things have not gone perfectly for the teams that play in the metro area of the world’s premier city, but from 1968 through 2011 the longest period the city went without one of its (now 9) teams winning a championship was the relatively small gap between the Knicks winning their last championship in 1973 and the Yankees winning the 1977 World Series. Today there have been 3-years since the Giants won Super Bowl XLVI, but there doesn’t appear to be any championships on the horizon, and New York sports seems to be headed for a serious decline.

There has been another side to New York sports too besides the consistent success of the Yankees and Giants (and let’s not forget that the Devils had a dynasty of their own, winning the Stanley Cup 3 times between 1995 and 2003). As I mentioned above the Knicks haven’t won the NBA Championship since 1973 and haven’t even returned to the Finals since 1999 during the Patrick Ewing era. The Mets have only won the World Series once in my lifetime, and that was 28-years ago; the Islanders won the Stanley Cup 4-straight times from 1980 to ‘83 but they’ve not made it back to the Finals since 1984 and haven’t even won a playoff series since 1993; the Jets haven’t made it back to the Super Bowl since they shocked the world after the 1968 season by beating the heavily favored Baltimore Colts in Super Bowl III. The now Brooklyn Nets haven’t won a championship since moving to the NBA from the ABA and haven’t made the Finals since they won the Eastern Conference in 2002 and 2003 during Jason Kidd’s prime.

Perhaps the most troubling thing about NY sports at the moment is no ‘sure-thing’ anymore. Between 1995 and 2012 the Yankees made the playoffs every season except for 2008, but Derek Jeter, the face of the franchise and pretty much New York Sports as a whole for almost 20-years, just retired and the team’s success as it moves into a new era is very much up in the air. The Giants have won two recent Super Bowls with Tom Coughlin and Eli Manning, but they’re almost certain to miss the playoffs this year for the third straight season and for the fifth time in the six-seasons since 2009, and the organization appears to be far too comfortable with the lack of results the team has seen from Coughlin and GM Jerry Reese. The Rangers played in the Stanley Cup Finals last season for the first time since 1994, but it is hard to have faith in the long-term success of the team when one remembers that they’re owned by Cablevision’s James Dolan and that Glen Sather (who may not quite deserve as much credit for helping to build the 1980s Oilers into a dynasty when the team had Wayne Gretzky, Mark Messier, and other hall of famers all playing together in their primes) remains GM. Dolan also owns the Knicks and, since he appears to be a more hands-on owner with them, it is even harder to see sustained greatness for the team. There is some excitement with the franchise now that Phil Jackson has been hired to run the team, but no one knows if the experiment will be successful and it’s hard to trust that Dolan will be able to keep his word and give Jackson real autonomy to make decisions. Sadly, as atrocious a team owner as Dolan has been, he has lots of company among New York’s worst team owners: to the disgust of the team’s fans, the Mets are still owned by the Wilpon family; Woody Johnson continues to mismanage the Jets, who are now a laughingstock; no one really knows how invested Hank and Hal Steinbrenner are in running the Yankees; and Mikhail Prokhorov has been a joke of an owner who sacrificed most of the Nets’ draft picks for the rest of this decade in a weak attempt to win in the present.

I have been spoiled as a sports fan, but it is hard to see a New York team being a favorite to win a championship in the next few years, let alone one being able to build a foundation to be contenders for years to come like the Yankees were during the Derek Jeter era. Where can New York sports fans look to find stability and consistent excellence? New York may have 3 more franchises than any other city (Los Angeles, the San Francisco Bay Area, and the Washington-Baltimore metro all have 6 pro teams) but there is no obviously great team in the bunch and not one of them is even favored to win its conference/league in 2014-15, let alone to win it all. There are many superstars who play in NYC, and a good number of young, exciting players who seem to have greatness in front of them, but when you look around sports and see some of the consistently great, stable franchises like the San Antonio Spurs in the NBA, the New England Patriots in the NFL, the Chicago Blackhawks in the NHL, and St. Louis Cardinals in MLB, you don’t see any New York franchise on that list anymore. It is incredibly rare to build a strong enough organization to win and/or compete for multiple championships – we were lucky to get to watch the Yankees do it, and there is no guarantee that we’ll ever get to see it again

VOTE! Seriously, VOTE!

Cynicism and apathy in American elections is like a disease. Americans look at congress and are disgusted (if the 8% approval rating is any guide), but too often it seems the response – especially among younger would-be voters – is not to work hard to ‘throw the bums out’ but instead to throw up one’s hands and walk away from elections entirely. Voting is one of the issues that I am most passionate about as, with my knowledge of history, I see it as a long battle to expand the franchise to as many people as possible, with a rearguard action always fighting to restrict access to the polls in order to hold onto power without actually serving the interests of the people. For those who want to restrict voting access, apathy and cynicism are their most deadly weapons and, no matter how many people I encourage to vote, and no matter how intelligent those people are, I often hear, “Why should I even vote, it doesn’t matter anyway!” Well, here are some reasons your vote does matter!

90,682,968 Americans voted in the last midterm elections in 2010. That’s out of an estimated 235 + million eligible American voters, or just under 38% of the eligible population. To contrast that, 53% of American voters cast a ballot in the 2012 presidential elections. The 2010 election cycle may not be a good guide as to what will happen tomorrow, but it is a good baseline because no midterm elections ever come close to matching the slice of the populace that votes in presidential elections. 2010 is also valuable as it was the first election after the Citizens United decision, and it is estimated that over $3.6 billion was spent on campaigns in that cycle, and it’s hard to believe that less has been spent in 2014 than in 2010 (numbers won’t come out until after the elections), and just in using the 2010 numbers, it means that even if YOU don’t value your vote, enough money was spent on the 2010 elections to equal over $40 for each vote cast. You may think your vote is meaningless, but obviously there are people and corporations with a LOT of money who believe otherwise and if they are so willing to part with at least $40 per voter, then they certainly think it has value.

Besides the congressional elections, there are also referendums, governorships, and state legislatures that will be decided tomorrow. Washington D.C, Oregon, and Alaska will all vote on whether to legalize and tax marijuana; Alaska, Arkansas, Nebraska, and South Dakota all have a raise in the state minimum wage on the ballot. Colorado and North Dakota have extremely strict anti-abortion “personhood” laws on the ballot, while here in California medical reform and prisoner reform will be voted on. And if you don’t think your governor matters, consider that in Texas, Rick Perry (for purely political reasons) chose not to expand Medicaid as part of Obamacare and therefore around 1 million Texans who would qualify for Medicaid have been left without any health care. It is very unlikely that Democrat Wendy Davis is going to win tomorrow, meaning that those 1 million Texans living in poverty will continue to struggle without the health care that is available to them, but in your state you might be able to make the difference because you never know how close the election will be. This brings me to another number you should consider when deciding whether to vote or not: 537. That’s the amount of votes that separated George W. Bush and Al Gore in Florida in the 2000 presidential election. Avoiding all conspiracy theories and comments about the election result being stolen for the moment, the fact remains that in an election that saw 105 million Americans cast a ballot, it was less than 550 votes that meant we had President Bush and not President Gore

You really need to go and vote tomorrow, and make sure everyone you know who is eligible votes too! Voting is too precious a right to waste when so many states around the country are making it harder for people to vote, and when so many nations around the world go even further than that. Voting doesn’t solve every problem and your vote tomorrow won’t change everything, but in a nation where Blacks once risked (and often lost) their lives to vote and where it took women over 130-years of struggle to get the franchise, it is not just cynical not to vote, it is cowardly. So get out there and vote, honor our proud democratic tradition, and make the choice to be an active participant in our society and not a spectator