How Helen of Troy Got Away With Murder

Just a terrific little story comparing events from the Helen of Troy era with America today, how our Legion Of Psychopaths get away with shit  …. and somehow tying events thousands of years apart in a seamless narrative. I thought it was a great read.

If you only want to read about the Troy comparison, that section is between the = signs.


If you want to get away with anything, you need only one skill: distraction.

Today, we Americans find ourselves sinking into swamp after swamp of institutional corruption, from Washington’s Russia eruptions to Hollywood’s frisky lust to academia’s sheer madness.  A question repeats ad nauseam: How do they get away with this stuff?  How did gropers and pederasts run amok in our nation’s media for decades without being challenged?  How did a web of state operatives, lobbyists, agents, and propagandists fool so many people with disinformation for so long without being caught?

And at last, how did colleges that were conceived as lights of reason and character formation plummet into such unreason and depravity with nobody to stop them?

It isn’t the wickedness that staggers the mind, since most people understand the existence and reality of evil.  It is the evasion of justice.  Especially in institutions such as entertainment, politics, and law, which are constantly under the public gaze, it strains credulity that nobody would have seen something going wrong.

Kristallnacht Was Not about Vandalism.

When people see evil, they have a reaction and feel the urge to combat it.  So instead of trying to fight that urge in people, you just need to direct it somewhere other than at the real evil.  In other words, when you see people getting ready to take aim, throw up a decoy somewhere, anywhere, and buy time so you can devise a way to escape justice.

Recently, Sharyl Attkisson formally analyzed the uses of distraction in her book, The Smear.  Realistically speaking, The Smear should have been the big paradigm-shifting story of recent times, rather than the wave of coverage about rapists and sexual harassers in Hollywood.  Why?  Because the problem of Kristallnacht was not vandalism, and passing ever stricter laws against vandalism would not have solved the problem of Kristallnacht.

In the same way, the broader problem with Harvey Weinstein and Kevin Spacey was not their sexual misconduct.  The problem is the larger network of spying, disinformation, character assassination, blacklisting, and intimidation, which men like Harvey Weinstein belonged to and used for their purposes.

Ronan Farrow’s article on Weinstein’s large “army of spies,” published in the New Yorker, is as chilling as it is necessarily groundbreaking.  It shows that many in America, who blew the whistle on some problem and found themselves sabotaged in all parts of their lives, were not paranoid.  Maybe it was someone asking Barack Obama a basic political question only to see his embarrassing tax history laid bare in the press.  Maybe we are talking about children raised by gay couples who find that their dissent from the LGBT narrative brought them social ruin.  Their fears were probably right.  People were hacking into their emails; poisoning them with whisper campaigns; turning employers against them; and destroying their reputation through elaborate, planned online campaigns.

Sexual predation, like vandalism, is a timeless problem that rarely gets solved through regulation and punishment.  On the other hand, like the police state of Nazi Germany, the larger disinformation apparatus chronicled by Attkisson’sSmear is a timely problem, something specific, urgent, and crucial for a free society’s capacity to remain free.  And unlike sexual harassment and vandalism, the structure exposed by The Smear can be overturned if people steer clear of distraction.

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Helen of Troy: The Original Mistress of Spin

It is often useful to resort to classical examples of a phenomenon so that we can examine our subject without the biases that come with proximity.  Hence, let’s consider Euripides’s Trojan Women.  It is the day after Troy’s sacking.  All the Trojan men are dead.  Female survivors in Troy are huddled, terrified, subject to the cruel whims of the Greek men who invaded and destroyed their city.

Menelaus states at first that he will bring Helen back to Greece, “and then hand her over to the vengeance of those whose friends have died at Ilium; they will kill her.”  But upon hearing this, Hecuba, the queen of the vanquished city, pleads with him to place her on public trial now and kill her quickly, thereby denying her a chance to plot some kind of contrivance against justice.  Hecuba adds: “You don’t want to kill her without a hearing. But allow me to handle the prosecution’s case against her. You do not know the evils she did in Troy” (195).  For Hecuba, this must not turn into a general lecture about chastity or a predictable squabble between the sexes.  It has to be about what Helen of Troy did and whom she explicitly harmed through her evil actions.

Unlike Trojan women dressed in tatters and smeared in grime, Helen emerges gorgeously arrayed, with her hair coiffed and her gown clean (she is famous for her skill at weaving garments).

Before Menelaus can interrogate her, she chastises him, saying, “Your servants lay rude hands on me and hustle me out of these tents” (194-5).  Then Helen tells a series of elaborate narratives, all of which direct the blame at others or simply buy her time.  She cites witnesses who cannot be contacted because they are dead.

Helen of Troy blames Hecuba for giving birth to Paris, the prince who took her away from Sparta in the first place (195).  In fact, she mentions that Hecuba was warned by an oracle to kill him in infancy, so Helen deflects her problems to Hecuba, who appears disobedient to the gods.

Then Helen slips in the charge against Menelaus that when Paris was visiting Sparta, Menelaus foolishly sailed away on business and left her alone and defenseless with a foreign prince: “you, my unworthy husband, left him in your halls and sailed off to Crete on a Spartan ship” (196).

Helen directs blame at the gods, recounting a suspicious tale of a three-way contest among Aphrodite, Athena, and Hera, over who was the most beautiful.  Paris was randomly selected as the judge of this contest and was offered three bribes: had he picked Hera, Paris would receive a united Eurasia to rule over; had he picked Athena, Paris would receive “leadership of a Phrygian army that would overthrow Greece.”  Both Hera’s and Athena’s offers would have led to Sparta, Menelaus’s hometown, being overrun by foreign armies with the aid of implacable goddesses.  Only Aphrodite’s offer was relatively benign: she “told of [Helen’s] marvelous beauty and promised it to him” if only Paris would state that Aphrodite was fairer than the other two (195).

The audience knows from preceding scenes that the gods are furious with the Greeks over their conduct during Troy’s last battle.  Poseidon states in the opening monologue, “The sacred groves are abandoned.  The shrines of the gods run with human blood” (175).  His niece Athena agrees with this bleak assessment of the Greeks’ behavior, saying, “Have you not heard of the insult to me and my temples?” and “The [Greeks] must learn in future to stand in proper awe of my shrines and to respect the other gods” (177).  With the gods refusing to appear to men, Helen has the chance to concoct wildly implausible stories without being contradicted by them.

It is hard enough to prove something that happened; how do you disprove something that did not happen?  This is the grand art of distraction, fitting for the emotional landscape of a Greek tragedy.  Helen, being a Spartan in her emotional resilience and an Athenian in her gift of rhetoric, tells Menelaus: “See what a boon my nuptials [to Paris] conferred on Greece; she was not conquered by the barbarians, you had neither to meet them in battle nor submit to their empire” (195).

Helen and Paris appear to be on the side of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and pleasure (#lovewins), while everybody else was just obsessed with war, bloodlust, and vainglory.  If everyone had just submitted to the ineffable will of the gods, then there would have been no Trojan War!  Everyone is wrong but Helen, who is in fact a victim dressed up in a gorgeous outfit with her bags packed, ready to bust out of this dump.  She says, “I was bought and sold for my beauty, and now I am reproached for what ought to have earned me a crown of honor for my head” (195).

Hecuba tries to refute Helen but looks old, haggard, bitter, and possibly mad, while Helen is a good Greek woman, completely in control of her emotions.  Naturally, as we know from Homer and others, Helen is never killed, but her female accusers all end up being sold away as slaves, raped, killed, and scattered to the four winds.

Distraction works.

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So who is our Helen of Troy now?

Regardless of the eternal brutality of mankind and the incurable sinfulness of each man’s heart, Helen of Troy was married to the king of Sparta and left him to marry someone else.  The war was about her.  The Trojan women who called for justice knew Helen as the heartless female who sat beside them during ten years of siege, now leaving them all to penury and trauma to protect herself.  One might say that perhaps punishing her would be profitless, since nobody on that fateful morning could reverse the destruction of Troy or give those women their lives back.

Yet by allowing her to escape justice, human civilization learned a deeply self-destructive lesson.  You can get away with anything, including murder, if you are gorgeous and people lack the attention span to figure out what you did.  The aggregate of millions of people justifying themselves in these ways is a society of people wreaking destruction all around and relying, eternally, on plausible deniability.  You get America 2017: a place where people finally witness the shocking immorality that has poisoned our government, Hollywood, academia, and publishing.  Suddenly, it becomes undeniable that accountability matters, that a j’accuse against vague societal forces is often far less curative than a good old-fashioned whooping in the town square to show arrogant bullies they can’t treat people like dirt.

The current American esprit that abounds in exposés and rude awakenings could go either way.  Perhaps Americans will realize that Kristallnacht was not a crisis of rampant vandalism, but rather the sign of a totalitarian doomsday machine taking over their country; likewise, Les Affaires Hollywood are not a crisis of sexual harassment, but rather the sign of a totalitarian doomsday machine taking over our country.  Maybe Americans will rise up, lead a peaceful revolution through all the institutions – Washington, academia, Hollywood, the media, and the like – ripping out all the festering corruption and demanding a new system held accountable to basic standards of human dignity.  With the help of David Pickup, for instance, I organized a conference with just such hopes of pushing back against LGBT education in high schools.

Or America could fall for any number of Helen of Troy moves.  Americans might get caught up in the sexual details of these crises and neglect problems of privacy and corruption in favor of fueling puritanical outrage over maiden victims of eighteenth-century rakes and libertines.  They might get hysterical over crazy “snowflakes” on campus stopping Ben Shapiro from giving a speech and forget that a massive system of debt, extortion, nepotism, and fraud has turned the scholarly class of America into a legion of snickering Democrat toadies.

We know from Euripides what the likely tactics of distraction will be.  We have no excuse.  It’s time to blow the lid off all of the corruption and make America great again, for real.

Follow Robert Oscar Lopez on Twitter at @baptist4freedom.

http://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2017/11/troy_has_fallen_dont_let_helen_trick_you.html#ixzz4xy09KPX9

Author: Stucky

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Steve C.
Steve C.
November 9, 2017 7:58 pm

Distractions?

Christ! The average attention span of today’s snowflakes is now less (at 5 seconds) than a goldfish (measured at 7 seconds)

America’s future leaders and they can’t pay attention long enough to be distracted.

Steve C.
Spring, Texas

KeyserSusie
KeyserSusie
November 9, 2017 9:31 pm

So true!
Troy is in Turkey and I have been there. (i know, I am a name dropper)
I like Ephesus much better where I walked the same streets as jeebebus
And most of all I enjoyed skiing on Mt Olympus in Turkey where you dare not ski down the back side of the mountain where wild dogs and wolves lived that would eat you.

I have never been to North Africa nor fought Rommel as some creative writer intoned on another post – but I have touched Rameses’ dry skin and bones as he lay in a sleepy museum near Niagara Falls when I was 6 or 7 years old. He was later discovered and recovered by Emory Univ and sent back to Egypt. There is more to the story but it is confusing to me, as it was to my parents when they had me talk to a nice man about it the next day, about mysterious happenings of the day.

Rdawg
Rdawg
  KeyserSusie
November 9, 2017 10:11 pm

Oh. I get it now. You’re Edward Bloom from that movie “Big Fish”.

Well played; you can stop now.

KeyserSusie
KeyserSusie
  Rdawg
November 10, 2017 7:41 am

Rdawg, You are perceptive. I will stop when I die. In the movie young Edward looks into the witch’s eye and sees how he and his mates die. The predictions all come true for the bewitched children. Edward knows how he will die but tells his son it will be a “surprise”. And true to the witch’s prognostication, he dies and it is a huge surprise, incredibly and magically to his son. I have asked many people if they can tell me what the surprise was, of when his life ends and how it transpires. I have yet to meet anyone who can tell me what the surprise is. It is incredibly moving to me to understand the power of storytelling. Edward could see the future and at his funeral the doubters were educated. So can you tell me what the surprise was?

Steve C.
Steve C.
November 9, 2017 9:43 pm

Stucky,

It looks like KeyserSusie has taken a liking to you.

Can Billy’s Wife be far behind?

Steve C.
Spring, Texas

KeyserSusie
KeyserSusie
  Stucky
November 10, 2017 8:06 am

I have sensed it is you looking for acceptance and I certainly grant it to you. Completely.

I will tell you 99% of what I say is true. I may miss some minor details, like who’s grandfather, is so and so, it could be a great uncle, but a close relative. I am the inspiration for George Malley. I am the first to score perfectly on the Wonderlick test – at age 17. It is not easy being me and in the twilight of my life I am tired of denying who I am. I did stare at the evil in Ted Bundy’s eyes and the eyes of the untapped genius of Steve Martin. I almost picked up Aileen Wuomos in my 1973 Jeep Commando as I drove down the interstate South of Atlanta in 1974. Had I been in the right lane instead of the passing lane, I imagine I would have picked her up. A few miles past where I saw her thumbing at an onramp, I heard a warning on the radio station I was tuned to – about the dangerous woman in the area. I have hitchhiked the length and breadth of Florida and I have picked up many hitchhikers in my day. I invite those going places to join me in my adventures. Hopefully I have more journeys to undertake. I enjoy company.

Peace be with you.

Anonymous
Anonymous
  KeyserSusie
November 10, 2017 9:00 am

FWIW, people that live their lives for the acceptance of others never live their own lives.

Maybe good or maybe bad, but at least be aware of what you are doing as you do it.

Anonymous
Anonymous
November 9, 2017 9:58 pm

Kristallnacht. Good grief. Always with those evil Nazis. Ironically the Germans were attempting to purge their system of the same (((poison))) which currently afflicts the Western World because, as Winston Churchill lamented, it ‘slaughtered the wrong pig’.
Kristallnacht… Something a little closer to home would be more appropriate. Say, maybe, (((911)))?

‘Humanity would sink into eternal darkness, it would fall into a dull and primitive state, were the Jews to win this war. They are the incarnation of that destructive force that in these terrible years has guided the enemy war leadership in a fight against all that we see as noble, beautiful, and worth keeping. For that reason alone the Jews hate us.’
-Joseph Goebbels From ‘Die Urheber des Unglücks der Welt’, Das Reich, January 21, 1945

Hardhead
Hardhead
November 10, 2017 12:17 am

“Maybe Americans will rise up, lead a peaceful revolution
through all the institutions_____”

We tried. We thought we had a leader that would finally do
something! Not so sure now!

I really had hope that we could turn this around but I’m pretty sure
we’re screwed!

Steve C.
Steve C.
  Stucky
November 10, 2017 8:12 am

“…If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don’t have to worry about their answers…” — Thomas Pynchon – American novelist

Steve C.
Spring, Texas

DRUD
DRUD
  Steve C.
November 10, 2017 2:18 pm

New quote to me and I love it. SO True.

Rob
Rob
November 10, 2017 8:29 am

Am I confused? I don’t see where the author points out who he claims is the modern day Helen. I suspect that he feels that it is Hillary, but don’t know for sure. Any thoughts Stuck’o.

Oh and the simple solution, and I suspect the only one left to us peons, is never vote for someone who has served in public office. Don’t send them back and eventually the rich bastards will have to pay every one of us off. Not that they can’t afford it, just that it is easier for them to corrupt just a few hundred.

Anonymous
Anonymous
  Stucky
November 10, 2017 9:02 am

I knew a young woman once that was named Hellena Troy.

I suspect her parents had a rather weird sense of humor.

KeyserSusie
KeyserSusie
  Anonymous
November 10, 2017 9:40 am

I have an epistolary girlfriend named An Ku. She is Chinese. From the area of China where the Song people lived. Her father had a deep sense of the world. He was a follower of Chiang Kai-shek. And worked with the US mostly in translating documents. And with nuke stuff. I am moved by the meaning of her name.
The surname An (Chinese: 安; pinyin: Ān) literally means “peace” or “tranquility”
哭 Ku is translated cry.

In Hawaian Ku is the god of war.
She has taught at the University of Hawaii Maui. Studied at the London School of Economics, London School of Business. A concert pianist and music theorist. And I hope to meet her one day but I most likely will not. But I am inspired by her. She is on fake book as Anne Ku.

If you google: le bon Buddy Claude you will find this.
http://www.bonjournal.com/entries/j041015.htm

You will find my thinking at the end of her pdf file, linked at the at the bottom of of her blog page from 2004.

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The best laid schemes of mice and men
“In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promis’d joy!”
—-Robert Burns, “To a Mouse”

I find life decisions often make themselves, provided you are listening to what life tells you. ‘Life decisions’ is a misnomer. Planning decisions is more like it. Life is what happens to you, not what you have decided. You have no control over life, only what you think about it, how you feel about it, emote what you are programmed for, and we are all different, infinite subgroups and stereotypes. Decide what you would like to happen, play God. Who among us can resist?
Who can control themselves without the group? My mother always said, “I’m gonna do something, even if it is wrong.” What would you like to do? Someone can and will always criticize or praise you.

How did I choose my current profession? My high school girlfriend wanted to be a dentist. I wanted her. So we talked about it. My abilities and aptitudes let me apply. I decided to try and I was accepted. I decided to pay the price and fate allowed me to do it. My girlfriend and I went our separate ways for college and amazingly four years later, we went to dental school together. We are still friends.

Why did I decide to live in Florida? Family ties and opportunity.
Why did I decide to get married? The first time, because she was pregnant is the short answer, the longer one has to do with belief in rules I could not judge due to my youth.

When I get stuck on a decision, I meditate on it. This is the way for me. I prepare myself, make lists, assess the pros and cons, the good and the bad, listen, read, and talk about it.
Pose the question in your mind and allow the answer to come to you. Some are easy, some require much time, and some you will never be confident it is the right thing to do or try.

The answers are always there, we have to be open to them. They come in many ways: dreams, signs, visions, a song on the radio, an encounter on the Internet. When you are ready, it will become clear. Remember, this works only if you do it for yourself and not for others. They must have their own process.
Buddy Claude is the nickname of a dentist in Florida

Diogenes
Diogenes
November 10, 2017 9:50 am

I once met Helen of Troy at a feast honoring Poseidon. I whispered in her ear and informed her of a small rip in the back of her tunic. She thanked me and asked if we could meet later that night. Unfortunately, I was detained by an arm-wrestling match with Achilles. Alas, maybe I could have stopped the war if she had taken a fancy to me rather than Paris. Once I accidently passed gas in front of the god Zeus. He remarked that is was the most divine scent he had ever encountered.

KiserSleezy

KeyserSusie
KeyserSusie
  Diogenes
November 10, 2017 4:58 pm

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery (that mediocrity can pay to greatness)”

Oscar Wilde

I am flattered by your derisions. AND I am enlightened by most of your posts and comments. Thanks

And I thought Diogenes hung out with Alexander the Great….