Doing the Wrong Thing
I'm not allowed to use the other word that comes to mind.
Doing the Wrong Thing
Spike Lee is an asshole. There. I wrote it. I’ve thought the same thing for a good while, ever since I first saw “Do the Right Thing,” a poor excuse for ‘message cinema’ that is really just a glorified trailer for the gangsta philosophy.
Ever since he’s been able to hold a camera, Lee has turned every incident that made its way onto the national scene into an example of racism and bigotry. I still remember his pathetic attempt to blame Katrina on white people in “When the Levees Broke,” as if Uncle Whitey engineered the flood to kill all the minorities in the Big Easy (the same way he flooded the inner cities with drugs to chemically eliminate them as well.)
Spike Lee may have a large national profile, he might know Oprah, he might rub shoulders with Desmond Tutu and Michael Moore, he might get the Academy Awards to nominate him for important projects about this racist society we all live in, and he might even believe that Tawana Brawley was actually raped.
But the asshole that is Lee showed his true colors, so to speak, when he tried to get George Zimmerman lynched by ‘re-tweeting’ his alleged home address last week. Of course, he managed to disseminate the wrong address, and two elderly Floridians are now in fear of their lives and hiding after having received death threats and hate mail.
I’ve talked to a criminal attorney, and he doesn’t think that charges can be brought against the filmmaker because the address was in the public domain, and accessible by anyone (although getting it tweeted by someone who has millions of followers ensures a significantly wider audience than the people who read the White Pages…pun not intended.)
But I’m fairly certain that he can be sued for either invasion of privacy or false light, two of the private civil claims, along with defamation, that can be brought against someone who essentially makes your life a living hell.
Unfortunately, it appears the couple have already reached a settlement with the 'artist.'
Let's hope it involves taking custody of his camera.