"Although I did not loose a loved one in Columbine or 9/11 or the VA Tech shooting…they scared me, if comedy soothes my trauma…why can't I laugh?"
If we could lay out a code of ethics for performance, what would be outside the boundaries? What is not alright to perform? It seems that the most debatable of topics that come to mind is death. The dead cannot speak for themselves and therefore we speak for them, through performance. Whether that performance is through protest, political action, drama, or… comedy. Death, in some ways, breaks the boundaries of race, class, and gender as it is one of the few things we must all experience. Manner and circumstances of death, however, are not so egalitarian. If we all must experience death, can anyone ethically be limited in how they perform death and dying?
Comedic performances of death and dying are growing exponentially in popularity. From the D.C. sniper, to Columbine, to 9/11, to the war in Iraq, nothing seems to be off limits. Comedians and comedic audiences alike have nestled into a certain level of comfort in joking about these events. Is this ethical? Is the pain of the victim's loved ones unimportant? If they see such a comedic performance, could it not add to their trauma? It seems that these comedic performances are geared toward the pleasure of those not directly affected by traumatic events; that the laughter of the living at the expense of the dead is acceptable.
Although I did not loose a loved one in Columbine or 9/11 or the VA Tech shooting…they scared me. If comedy soothes my trauma…why can't I laugh? I take pleasure in jokes about terrorism (terror jokes) and as I laugh I wonder why I'm laughing. I pride myself on the ability to criticize myself before others have to and when I laugh nervously I wonder why. While watching Katt Williams' new movie "American Hustle", I laughed at a joke about a terrorist kidnapping/murder (beheading) and then I looked around to see who else laughed. Everyone did. But why did I second-guess myself? It felt wrong to laugh at death no matter how funny the situation. I then thought about how terrorism has affected my life.
I am a native of the DC/MD/VA area and I thought immediately of July 4th 2002. My friends and I concocted a plan to see the fireworks at the National Mall. As we rode the packed metro trains (nearly suffocated by tourists and natives alike clad in red white and blue) we felt content. As we exited the train we were not met with the serene normalcy of the National Mall. We exited the train to stone-faced police officers armed with large guns telling us which way to go. Suddenly I thought of the local news that morning: reports of how easy it would be for a terrorist to make a home-made bomb and launch an attack and how perfect July 4th would be for such an attack (she even went step by step through the materials this terrorist could buy from the grocery store to make such a bomb). I was scared, overwhelmed, and my own bubble of privileged existence was traumatized.
Laughing at jokes about terror somehow comforts me. The jokes help me to take such things less seriously. As Bambi Haggins coined, I was 'laughing sad'. Laughing to keep from crying. In the end I'm not sure whether it's ethical to laugh at jokes about terrorism or for the comedians to perform such jokes. I know that the trauma of the victims and their families is more important and exponentially greater than my own, but is mine strictly unimportant? In interrogating the ethicality of terror jokes, is there a grey zone or are they strictly unethical?




