You are the Chosen One! That’s right, you, yeah. No, not the person sitting next to you, sorry.
Actually you know what, you are too. You know, everybody in this room, is the Chosen One, the one that the prophecy foretold. And I’m here to call you on an adventure to a new world. Yeah, you’re going to have a lot of great adventures, and they’re going to last about an hour and a half And then you’re going to face your nemesis, alone.
He’s going to have a British accent and a tragic back story. And I’m going to call on you to summon all of your star power and special effects to defeat evil and set up the sequel. Well, this is the message that I got from the multiplex, throughout the 80s when I was growing up I don’t know about you, but I was intrigued. And then my English teacher showed a video of this guy, Joseph Campbell.
He’s the mythology guru, and he had a lot of books behind him, and he showed clips from Star Wars, and he talked about “The Hero’s Journey.” And I thought it was just spaceships and dragons; no, there was a diagram. I took notes. I clearly possessed all of the necessary characteristics to be a universal hero. I made wise cracks, I was often bored and whiny.
I had special knowledge and skills that nobody else understood. I was already in the middle of one the milestones, the belly of the whale, also known as middle school. And I also, though I didn’t realize how important this was at the time, had some other things going for me: I was white, and male, and straight, and able-bodied, just like everyone that I saw in the movies. Yeah, I could easily imagine myself doing all the things that the movie heroes did, especially with all the hair I had then.
Now, spoiler alert, I did not defeat evil. I don’t have a nemesis that I know of I no longer have hair. But I did go on a journey of some significance about nine years ago. I crossed a threshold into a strange new world. And many of you may be on this quest too: It’s called parenthood.
Now, my rudimentary Joseph Campbell training had totally not prepared me for this plot twist. I don’t remember a single hero journey about changing diapers. And… In fact, I had to give up everything that the movies taught me to care about: my goals, my hygiene, in order to pay attention to these other characters, these small people and their journeys. That is the strangest thing about this hero journey to me, this quest; I am not the protagonist at all. At the very best, I’m like Obi-Wan Kenobi, dispensing advice before they go off on their spaceship.
And before too long, I’ll be the backstory I am off the diagram. And out here, I am realizing that I took the hero’s journey a little too literally. I think I thought that other people would be archetypes, and they served their purpose in my story, and then get off the screen. I don’t think I was training to be a hero as much as I was training to be a narcissist.
For instance, all through my adolescence, I’ve focused a lot on the part of the quest where I should find a female classmate in need of rescuing. The problem was, all the damsels that I knew were functioning pretty well. I didn’t know what to offer them. I spent a lot of 7th grade holding the door open for girls, John William’s music playing in my head. Then it all changed.
Because in college, a woman pursued me. Great, right? Except I was confused. I am the Chosen One. How can I also be a prize in somebody else’s journey? I was evidently a pretty disappointing one, while I tried to figure out what role I could play in her many heroic quests. But I’m happy to say it’s been 20 years since that day, and we have established a successful franchise.
In fact, we went on the quest of parenthood together. And our favorite thing to do when we can get a sitter, is go to the movies. Now, this year, we have seen a lot of amazing hero journeys, some of them based on real life, that are very different from the ones that I saw growing up. And they have had a big impact in my relationship to the hero’s journey. This year, we rooted for Jackie Robinson, we went on a quest with Solomon Northup, we identified with the journey of Oscar Grant, and Cecil Gaines and his family.
It is an unusual sensation for me to see stories where the white guys are not the protagonists. I’ve gotten used to being demoted from hero to love interest, and even further to dad. But I am not used to being the antagonist. I think this is a big deal. I think if you are a white male, you are shown a lot of images throughout your life that tell you you’re the good guy.
Even in movies where the plot is explicitly about how many lousy things white people have done in history, a white person somehow gets in the middle there, and goes on a journey of redemption. And sometimes a white girl does the same thing. And this….Yeah [White people solve racism] This sinks in, and it shapes our lives. Did you read the study this year that said that TV watching raises kids self-esteem if you’re a white boy? If you’re a white girl or a black child, your self-esteem is gonna go down. I can imagine why. You’re not gonna see yourself taking many hero journeys.