The Irish Savant
January 11, 2014
I heard about this hero business during a short drive yesterday. Newstalk Radio was already in the course of reading out encomiums to a new international hero by the time I tuned in. ‘Remarkably brave’, ‘inspirational’, ‘showed great courage’, ‘huge credit due to him’. Even Oily Dave Cameron got into the act, saying ‘I always admired him, now even more so’.
Who was this guy and what had he done? Had he perhaps rescued the trapped global warming scientists, trekking through icy blizzards, an Algorean over each shoulder as he hauled them to safety? Or maybe he’d fought a savage lion barehanded in a zoo to rescue a child who’d fallen into their pit?
I couldn’t wait to get home to check out this latter day Leonidas. No difficulty doing that as it was all over the media. And who is he? Former footballer Thomas Hitzlsperger. And what had he done? He admitted he was a faggot. A fudge-packer, carpet muncher, rear admiral, or whatever term you prefer. And that was it. Coming out as gay earned him these encomiums.
How exactly was this ‘brave’ or ‘admirable’? It’s about as brave as coming out and proclaiming that you’re in favour of motherhood and apple pie. What am I saying? It’s far less brave than saying that, because motherhood and apple pie are pretty much diminished, even despised concepts in this Brave New World of ours. At least among the chattering classes who decide such things.
So yes, I suppose, Thomas Hitzlsperger is after all a genuine hero of our times.