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Considered outside of its immediate context, and apart from the blood-chilling performances of the two male leads who played Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson, Shepard's killers, the movie itself was undistinguished. As frequently occurs in docudramas intended to establish a specific political point, the bad guys and good guys were painted in contrasting three-foot-wide brush strokes. (Particularly excruciating was the moment wherein one member of the defense team suggested, "Shepard was gay, and this is Wyoming; how do you think that'll play?" and the others, mugging for the camera, nodded and -- I swear -- snorted cynically, in unison.) Laramie itself was unfairly depicted as being populated almost exclusively by fag-haters, the very municipal manifestation of our nation's anti-homosexual bias. The 17-hour scroll that followed, by contrast, made for very unusual and very moving television.
Brian Garden, president of programming for MTV, estimated in an attendant and widely quoted press release that the channel would lose about $2 million in ad revenue as a result of the "blackout," which kicks off MTV's projected yearlong "Fight for Your Rights" information campaign. However, let us admit, and strictly between us, that these numbers are largely theoretical. As they're the only game in town, MTV's ocean-swallowing ad revenues will surely recoup whatever losses the channel might incur, in no small part because of the very publicity surrounding "Fight for Your Rights." But that's an academic observation, not a real criticism. More interesting than the possibility of MTV taking a fiscal hit, even in the service of a public good, is the consideration that the channel is engaging in this sort of prominent activism by taking a break from its usually breathless rhetoric.
Listen, as much as many of us rail against eMpTyV for its hyperthyroid promotion of inferior talent, its romanticizing of a thoroughly mythological youth culture, its petty dramatization of personal conflicts in the form of idiot "reality" shows, and its shameful pandering to ephemeral popular tastes, the flat truth is that the channel is in no way responsible for creating, Frankenstein-like, popular performers whose work tends toward the vicious, any more than it creates performers utterly devoid of talent. The corporation does, however, bear a large measure of responsibility for the popularizing of such acts, since no performer currently makes inroads into mass American musical culture without MTV's support. As you might have guessed already, it took no more than 15 minutes for Eminem's name to pop up (though significantly, it wasn't John Norris who spoke it, but one of the invited guests, a friend of Matthew Shepard, who did); part of MTV's stated reasoning behind mounting "Fight for Your Rights" in the first place is their particular promotion of Eminem's work, and the attendant watchdogging reaction from gay/lesbian groups nationwide.
What's really curious, though, is not how MTV seems to have performed a partial about-face on a performer it helped to popularize, but rather how completely the "Fight for Your Rights" campaign affords that bastion of pop-squitter the opportunity for enlightening self-scrutiny, and that opportunity is directly related to MTV's target audience, the 13- to 29-year-olds who watch it for diverse reasons.
Unlike similar rock-culture-based information campaigns (MTV's own "Rock the Vote" being a particularly God-awful example), "Fight for Your Rights" doesn't make its topical problem seem easy to solve, or fun to address. The stark reality of Matthew Shepard's broken body knotted to a wooden rail fence in a cold midnight prairie, bleeding into the rope fibers which hung him in place, cannot be met by trotting out Madonna in a star-spangled bikini top; nor, by logical extension, can any of the hundreds of similar instances to which MTV gave voice over that 17-hour broadcast period. As was the case with Kimberly Peirce's excellent 1999 film Boys Don't Cry, a production light years ahead of Anatomy of a Hate Crime in both complexity and artistry, MTV's extended narration of hate crimes in America was a monstrous thing to watch, upsetting and heart-wrenching precisely because it presented its thesis in direct and simple terminology, free of the bombast that previously has accompanied every "social awareness" salvo on that channel. (Remember the documentary series Sex in the '90s? No? Good.) For that quality alone, the opening salvo of "Fight for Your Rights" is worthy of our attention -- and the attention of MTV's younger viewers particularly, who are just beginning to formulate their own responses to notions of "difference" in race and sexuality, to name only two areas.