| Oliver Jahraus 
 What Is Media Reality?Or: We got him!
 
 What does media reality mean? It means that it is not 
          reality that is real, that not the real things determine what reality 
          is, but that things in media are real and that media are real. It is 
          characteristic for media reality that it is not the news value of a 
          given fact that determines our reality, but the way in which it is presented 
          and animated in the media. Too much abstraction? Here’s an illustration: 
          Paul Bremer, civil administrator of Iraq, addresses the assembled corps 
          of international journalists in an extraordinary press conference. He 
          approaches the stage, gives a formal greeting, then an artful pause 
          – extremely artful: And then he just quips that one short sentence, 
          “We got him!” Another pause. And for the moment, that is 
          all he has to say. Everyone knows the deal. As far as such media presentations 
          are concerned, the US prove themselves to be a true and unlimited superpower. 
          No-one could have done this better. An impressive scene. The whole production 
          is perfect. Of course: the fact disappears behind the images that are 
          supposed to depict it.
 Now take a closer look: We see the hall for the press conference, alternated 
          in a close and a long shot. First the journalists, then back to Paul 
          Bremer, who gives them the news, then back to the journalists again. 
          And then we see two things, so widely separated that it is close to 
          impossible to relate them to each other, although they are taken from 
          the same context:
 
 First, we see Arab journalists, as we are later told, who cannot help 
          but loudly express their wishes for ‘his’ death. It is difficult 
          to evaluate that display. Are they indeed taken by their own hatred? 
          Are they following a convention for which Western television is inadequate? 
          In any case, they are an inferior part of the show. We cannot distinguish 
          the Arab journalists that are shouting, they remain in the shadows in 
          the dim background of the picture. They take no part in the show that 
          is being staged for American television. In the most literal sense of 
          the word, they do not fit the picture. For this public demand for ‘his’ 
          death belongs more to ‘his’ own arsenal of media presentations, 
          an arsenal far less subtle and less perfectly functional than the one 
          we are here at one of its highlights.
 
 Which is why our eyes quickly move on to the next thing, and find something 
          that is virtually symptomatic: We see – item number two – 
          ‘him’. But he is not present – and that makes all 
          the difference. We zoom closer to a video screen that is set up in the 
          hall, and that screen is where we see ‘him’. And in a perfect 
          mask, too. A long beard, white in parts, we are seeing an old man, ‘he’ 
          is not quite up to the situation. A doctor, with proper plastic gloves 
          covering his hands, gazes into ‘his’ mouth. One hand is 
          holding a little wooden stick, the other points a light down ‘his’ 
          gullet.
 
 The show is practically grotesque. Everyone knows, nor is anyone trying 
          to hide, that this is a piece of prey being exhibited. That a doctor 
          looks down a dictator’s throat has likely happened before, but 
          that these pictures go round the world – that’s new. On 
          the one hand, the demonstration showcases an exact adherence to human 
          rights conventions, but at the same time, this seems to be a violation. 
          Who takes a prisoner takes responsibility for the prisoner’s health. 
          But at the same time, these pictures prove that they now have the power 
          to look down ‘his’ throat. There’s something voyeuristic 
          about that. And indeed the picture is intended to please us, the audience. 
          Animal trainers often look down the lion’s throat just that way, 
          don’t they? Isn’t that part of the circus’ canonical 
          forms? Hitler, by the way, used that topos of the circus during his 
          last days in the bunker to justify his suicide. In fact, why is it the 
          throat in both cases? Perhaps because it is the only socially acceptable 
          orifice that can be shown to the audience in this manner. Later they 
          will shave off his beard so that he looks like he used to. But we never 
          see the barber. That’s somewhat disappointing.
 
 It’s a strange combination: they show how they fulfil their responsibility, 
          and yet there are some who will question whether that show is not irresponsible 
          in itself. They look at his teeth, and do so by ‘his’ request, 
          as we hear, and leave him toothless – though only in a metaphorical 
          sense. Is that allowed, does it violate the Geneva Convention? Perhaps 
          that discussion is pointless as far as this man is concerned. And even 
          more so in the face of the logic of these images. We might also ask 
          whether it isn’t him who bears the responsibility, especially 
          now that he has lost control of the images.
 
 But it is important for this grandly over-stated show that we don’t 
          stop at that. The doctor looks at ‘him’. And at the same 
          time, this is supposed to show ‘him’ to us. It’s a 
          visually presented proof: Look, we really have got him. No doubt about 
          it. But we don’t just see him, we also see how he is now seen. 
          Dictators are always grandiose self-exposers in grandiose self-presentations; 
          they are the masters of their own representation. What we have here 
          is the opposite. ‘He’ is an object of observation, of a 
          doctor’s examination, one that is being conducted perfectly correctly. 
          Though it is hardly sympathetic, it remains otherwise irreproachable.
 
 Now here’s the sting. Perhaps it’s a technological necessity, 
          but it does become part of the show. We zoom in on the video shown in 
          the hall at the press conference: We don’t cut to the video, we 
          zoom into it, so that the picture almost, but only almost fills the 
          television screen. We don’t just see the video. We still also 
          see that we are seeing a video – namely the same video seen by 
          the journalists. We look at journalists looking at him as a doctor looks 
          at ‘him’. 'He’ is no more than the occasion of the 
          show. Perhaps that’s the worst punishment for this man right there.
 
 For he isn’t coming off very well. Some people say that ‘he’ 
          should have killed himself. They are the ones who still saw him as a 
          hero, a leader of the Arabic nations, as the one who should erase the 
          constant dishonour done to the Arabs. Other commentators point out that 
          this would have relieved the Americans from the burden of deciding what 
          is to happen to ‘him’. But there is another side to this: 
          These pictures destroy a legend, they do away with a martyr, and that 
          might be of more value to the Americans in the long run. It is rare 
          to see such a hypertrophic self-presentation (as ‘his’ was) 
          break down so pathetically. The destructive power of pictures like these 
          is unparalleled. But what that proves, once more, is that we only compare, 
          criticize, and evaluate the various staged shows. In the end, the show 
          that is staged with more intelligence and more complexity, the show 
          that functions better, can claim victory.
 
 A moral evaluation would be a different problem. I believe that that 
          is an open question, and only want to propose that such an evaluation 
          cannot completely ignore the specifically pictorial logic that is at 
          work. It is true that the reports were extensively illustrated, and 
          to a large extent with pictures that ‘he’ had prompted himself. 
          The strategy, of course, is to show how far he has fallen. It’s 
          the old story: Look, this is how he saw himself, now see what he looks 
          like. The proverb that “pride goes before a fall” might 
          describe a law that is valid for, or even one that is only valid for, 
          pictorial logic. Before anyone condemns the pictures, they should take 
          ‘his’ part in them into account.
 
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