zombie attacks our perspective
If you’ve not heard, there was a zombie attack in Miami a few days ago; the “zombie”, a homeless man identified by police as Rudy Eugene, 31, was shot to death after apparently eating a man’s face, Ronald Poppo, 65, in a crazed and cannibalistic attack.
But with media outlets and over-zealous bloggers jokingly heralding Eugene as the harbinger of end-times, are we losing sight of the real issues here?
You should know that I love zombie stories – less the blood and guts and more the metaphors for conscription, mass-acceptance, slavery, etc. (but whatever, man) – but I also love that they’re stories; as in not real/fiction/I don’t want to joke that these stories could ever be real.
So when the interwebs tells me that zombies could be real, naturally I want to know everything about this nasty and potentially-undead monster.
The hype is such that we can forget that there’s a man in hospital with 75 percent of his face missing – with injuries so severe that it took days for authorities to identify him; and his attacker has died after being high – very high – on something incredibly dangerous.
Yes, Eugene’s behaviour was reminiscent of our favourite post-apocalyptic yarns, but the comparisons need to end.
Both men are victims here – one of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and the other of a terrible addiction that’s not only cost him his life, but possibly his victim’s too.
It’s devastating; and now that we’ve laughed and joked and pondered the possibility that the ZOMBIES ARE COMING (RUN!), we need to leave it alone.
I apologise if I seem a little morally-superior, waving my finger about; but sensationalising something as horrible as a drug-crazed man eating another man’s face off makes me sad.
What we should be pondering is “why did/how could this happen?” and more importantly “how do we stop this from happening again?”.
I’m not sure I agree that all the “zombie” talk is joking. In fact, there is no other cultural reference we can compare this to. The man’s skin was eaten, his nose, one of his eyes. It is a living horror, and one we can’t really hope to fathom. Perhaps, in his drug-crazed fervor, it was those movies running through this person’s mind. Surely at that point, he was no longer man.
He was the drug, and nothing more.