Real History ends when Bush meets his Masters Easterblogg AN APOLOGY: Nothing’s worse, as a writer, than so mangling your own use of words that you are heard to have said something radically different than what you wished to express. Of mangling words, I am guilty. Monday I wrote an item about the disgusting movie Kill Bill , which so glorifies violence as to border on filth.
I was indignant that a major company whose work is mainly good, Disney, would distribute such awfulness, in this case through its Miramax subsidiary. I wondered how any top executive could live with his or her conscience by seeking profits from Kill Bill, oblivious to the psychological studies showing that positive depiction of violence in entertainment causes actual violence in children. I wondered about the consciences of those running Disney and Miramax. Were they Christian?
How could a Christian rationalize seeking profits from a movie that glorifies killing as a sport, even as a form of pleasure?
I think it’s fair to raise faith in this context: In fact I did exactly that one week earlier, when I wrote a column about the movie The Passion asking how we could take Mel Gibson seriously as a professed Christian, when he has participated in numerous movies that glorify violence. But those running Disney and Miramax are not Christian, they’re Jewish. Learning this did in no way still my sense of outrage regarding Kill Bill.
How, I wondered, could anyone Jewish–members of a group who suffered the worst act of violence in all history, and who suffer today, in Israel, intolerable violence–seek profit from a movie that glamorizes violence as cool fun?
Below is the paragraph I wrote that’s causing the stir (to read the item in its entirety from the beginning