CONTRARY TO what you may have concluded from television coverage of Oklahoma City, violence has always been perfectly at home in the American "heartland."
There has been a lot of malarkey about the innocence of this "heartland," proving perhaps that a tyrannical two-coast mentality has affected the media brain. Or perhaps showing that our formal news media have been infected by tabloid journalism and talk radio with their exhilarating contempt for fact.
My own hunch is less cosmic in scope. I suspect a lot of the news people were simply seduced out of their wits by the word "heartland," which they have worked half to death since the bombing. I can understand television's doing that. TV news people nowadays have to be faster on the draw than a Hollywood Wyatt Earp.
A moment's hesitation in TV news and you are dead in the worldwide competition to spread the word faster than a speeding bullet. For a reporter without a millisecond to think a word like "heartland" is a godsend.
It instantly suggests goodness. Say it to the camera and the audience is bathed in warm imagery.
"Heartland." It makes you think of cocoa at bedtime and of quilting bees, and never mind that you don't like cocoa and don't know what a quilting bee is and that, given your druthers, you would probably pass up the quilting bee and stay home to watch "Homicide."
TV fellow says "heartland," you think of a calm, dreamy place where folks talk about things like their druthers. Where they actually call each other "folks" and quote folksy poets like Edgar A. Guest to remind you that it takes a heap o' livin' to make a house a home.
Maybe out there in that sweet-smelling, ever-loving heartland, the high school lad still buys his date a chocolate malt on Saturday night and settles for a good-night peck at the door.
Once you say "heartland" the idea of innocence follows with leaden-footed inevitability, and suddenly, in its desperate need to get the story out in a millisecond, television has trapped itself in romantic fiction.
With its repeated suggestions that we should be shocked because this dreadful bombing has violated an innocent "heartland," television adds to the onslaught of ignorance.
Newspapers I read and movies I saw when young always painted the American heartland as the home office of violence. John Dillinger was one of its more famous citizens. Pretty Boy Floyd was another. So were Bonnie and Clyde.
