Dont boo Mike Pence at least he went to Hamilton | Emma Brockes

Dont boo Mike Pence at least he went to Hamilton | Emma Brockes


The vice-president-elect deserved the displeasure of the audience, but watching it happen almost made me sorry for him

The booing of Mike Pence, vice-president-elect, at a performance of Hamilton last week elicited a response I had expected in myself, but hoped might take a little longer to surface, which is sympathy for the overdog.

Its a bourgeois tic, I know the dislike of public rudeness over what is, clearly, the greater offence of Pences voting record. But I found it impossible not to cringe at what happened at the theatre, in the same way that, years ago, I cringed when someone in the audience on BBCs Question Time was monstrously rude to Tony Blair. (I dont mean vigorously cross-questioned him or spoke truth to power; I mean they were petulantly rude, in the manner of a sixth-former newly aware of his powers.)

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Pence, unlike his philistine boss, was at least going to see Hamilton. Maybe something of it would rub off on him, I said to a friend, who scoffed. The vice-president-elect, who in his home state of Indiana has tried to restrict abortion, enable discrimination against LGBT people and give gun owners the right to keep firearms in their vehicles on school property, is not an obvious candidate for a liberal epiphany. Do you think, said my friend, hes going to see Hamilton and suddenly say, hey, gay people are terrific, somebody tell Satan he cant have them after all!

And yet there was something about the booing I didnt like. Its not a question of respect for high office, that very American reflex that always makes Brits sneer at joint press conferences, when the US press corps stands up for its leader and the Brits stay stubbornly seated. And its not that I object to jeering per se. During the campaign, I thought if I saw Donald Trump in the street it would give me tremendous satisfaction to yell something rude at him.

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A columnist in the Washington Post cried hypocrisy. There was, he wrote, nothing more delusional than a crowd of wealthy, out-of-touch Manhattan liberals (who can afford $849 tickets to Hamilton) booing Pence and lecturing him on diversity. But this wasnt right either; the constituency of the crowd was neither here nor there and one got the feeling that this particular columnist, a former speechwriter for George W Bush, had uttered the phrase out-of-touch Manhattan liberals before.

I suppose it seemed to me like a tactical error one that, while cathartic for the booers, was likely to entrench Pence further in his reactionary views. As we all strain to look outside our bubbles, isnt it better for Mike Pence to see Hamilton than Cats?

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Father knows best

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Wheres your son? I asked. Hes fine, said my male friend, without looking around. Photograph: Attila Kisbenedek/EPA

Dads are different from mums, I was reminded this week, when I met up with a male friend and his son at the park. He and I stood chatting while the kids ran around, but my mind was a quarter in it. Mainly I was watching to see if my kids tripped, climbed under the fence, touched a pigeon, or zoomed out of my vision for more than half a second.

Wheres your son? I asked. Hes fine, he said, without looking around.

This seems a healthier attitude to me, one that I see dads at the park espouse all the time, a less grabby and jittery approach than the mums. Also, less talkative. I know language acquisition depends on jabbering at your kids non-stop, but I sometimes hear myself Are you putting that in the cup?! Wow! You are! Youre putting it in the cup! and want to die. At the baby gym this week, the sound of 12 mothers all feverishly narrating their toddlers every move sounded like the enactment of a biblical curse.

The politics of playtime

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Toddler etiquette: I may teach mine to boo and call it a day. Photograph: Thomas Barwick/Getty Images

And the baroque etiquette when one toddler bumps into another! A kid called Mason barrelled into one of my daughters and they both fell over. Say sorry, Mason, said his mother. Mason looked blank. Shes fine, dont worry, I said, but we still had to stand there for five minutes while Mason, who is 18 months old, was badgered and cajoled and ultimately exempted from saying sorry because he shows no sign of being able to speak. I may teach my two to boo and call it a day.

Read more: https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/nov/24/mike-pence-hamilton-audience-booing

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