A fundamental society axiom, I might add…. 🙂

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Just finished reading Bill Buford‘s 1990 account of English soccer hooligans, Among the Thugs. This is a very interesting book, if you can stomach the violence and nihilism.

Set in the late 1980’s, Buford takes us through several direct accounts of over-the-top drinking, fighting and (effectively) gang warfare amongst English soccer fans while attending pro games (at home and on the Continent). These ‘hooligans‘ were quickly banned from European contests for many years due to their violent tendencies, and may have had a direct hand in bringing about the far more closely-controlled, iron grip the police and security seem to have on such matches today (notwithstanding the even more overt influence of the later events following Sept. 11, 2001, sadly).

What’s weird is that I was actually in Europe for part of this time as a college student (’86-’87 school year), and remember hearing peripherally about English fans being out of control, but as there don’t seem to have been any major matches (battles) in Austria back then, I must have been otherwise insulated from what was going on.

On the one hand, you can see where people want to let off steam and have some fun, and naturally where better than with hundreds or thousands of others there to do the same thing? And Buford talks to this, about the connection to soccer’s huge, working-class fan base and its devotion to the sport week in and week out.

But the darker, increasingly violent side takes its toll and eventually overshadows whatever joy might have been the starting point. As Buford lays out his experiences, some even as a direct recipient of the violence (e.g. the Sardinia experience near the end of the book) you really lose your sympathy for what’s going on. While I never favor the police treating the population as a convenient punching bag or as cattle to be herded with riot weapons and clubs, I can easily see where these violent hooligans may have (literally) pushed them to that extreme in a number of the confrontations described here. And ultimately the hooligans can only blame themselves for the outcome(s), despite likely most of them escaping accountability, as only the worst, most obvious and devil-may-care of the bunch ever seem to get caught?

The other stories I couldn’t help thinking of here were those told of John Bonham from Led Zeppelin when he got drunk and raged out of control back in their heyday – or even Keith Moon in some cases, even though he was far too much a dandy (and addicted to property damage above all else anyway) to start fights he’d almost always lose (unlike Bonham). Again, you have people with some hidden character issues that alcohol or intense situations really set alight, and then consequences be damned (or at minimum, a lot of money and lawyers are required to fix). It’s safe to say most people in common society never behave this way, and if they do, they are isolated quickly and in the lockup before long – but the precise nature of the ‘crowd’ is what seems to have protected the hooligans from paying the price, at least early on. As Buford notes several times in the book – there was never any underlying ‘purpose’ behind the battles with police and other soccer fans (English or otherwise) – in the end, it was all just a playground revolt that escalated WAY beyond anyone’s expectations, including the participants.

A unique take on a years-long situation that may never occur with such regularity again – and quite honestly, that’s a good thing.

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But that’s what happens when your elephant takes a crap on you….ha!

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I wonder if Walker, Texas Ranger ever got his a** beat by a kitty – Hmmm…..

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Came across Tokyo Vice as referenced by a Daily Show interview with its author some years ago, and had the book on a list to get from the library, finally got around to it. This is a very interesting read, although like the author, I was a bit jaded by the subject matter by the end. Jake Adelstein was a reporter living in Japan in the 90’s/00’s and tells many a tale of being on the police beat, and then later, the yakuza (Japanese Mafia) beat in his reporting responsibilities.

On the one hand, it’s interesting to watch his gradual ‘indoctrination’ into the hard-boiled lifestyle of a big-paper reporter in Japan, and as he navigates a culture that doesn’t welcome outsiders easily or consistently. Eventually due to his dedication and commitment to near-complete immersion in the Japanese language and culture he wins out and is accepted by his regular circle, but still relates how many times he’s still considered an outsider ‘gaijin’ by most daily encounters, and this doesn’t change.

On the other hand, as we see Mr. Adelstein move from regular reporting, then the conventional police beat, then into harder-edged vice and sex and drugs-related reporting, it’s clear that he’s been changed, and he admits as much several times throughout the book. But in some cases it’s hard to feel sympathetic, either, given who he spent most of his time with (hookers, drug lords, pimps, etc.) as opposed to his new family and children. He is really drawn into the seedy world and it almost (literally) does him in when his reporting intersects with the Yakuza world directly.

Reading a book like this brings out that age-old tension between regular civilian life – like most of us lead – and the seamy underbelly of most societies. Here Mr. Adelstein is talking directly about Japanese culture but I’m pretty sure there are elements of these issues in nearly every human culture, Asian, Western, or otherwise. There are definite heroes and villians in this book, and Mr. Adelstein arguably becomes a little of both through his travails. I hope the end result wasn’t near as hard on his family as it sounds like it was….

A very interesting read…..

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Something i’ve rarely been accused of… 🙂

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but with only TWO cats!

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Congrats to President Obama, and too d*** bad to Old Whitey – your day has come and gone!

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