Learning from superheroes
I have been watching the TV series of Daredevil and Arrow. Some of the themes were about the morality of killing those deemed evil, revenge, and the ethics and repercussions of keeping secrets and identities, etc. You know, how when the hero-vigilante lets off a baddie through taking the moral high ground of not killing, the baddie returns and causes more deaths, etc. Should the ‘hero’ play judge, jury and executioner or follow the ‘rule of law’, which has been held sacred for the last 200-300 years, even when it appears to be utterly ineffective and at times corrupt.
Yes, it is just movies, isn’t it? However it can feel real, as if the bitches and bastards of this world get away with it all and enjoy the good life at the expense of others, while portraying themselves as saints and victims. Art imitating life? No. Perhaps art distilling the experiences of life. It can feel despairing. It can feel relentlessly anxious. It can feel tedious, with no end in sight. Not necessarily the big existential questions of identity, nor the issue of criminality, but the more mundane one of friendship, of continually giving and having no time to recover, of not having ‘me’ time to be, to forgive.
Love, Hope and Justice. They seem unreal, weak and at times, as if they will never be stronger and more real than all the bad and negative forces of life. Yet, one has to hold on to them. Because not to do so leads to madness, a madness from which there is no return.
Even superheroes need to be healed.