Kill Show

by Daniel Sweren-Becker

All of the built-in advantages of white masculinity are being rendered moot or, worse, toxic, and it’s no surprise how these men are reacting. They are the group with the least practice at managing setback, the least institutional resilience to hardship. Sometimes there is a real human toll to modern progress, and the resultant death throes of white male supremacy have proved ugly to watch.

I’m saying that white men are literally the only demographic that has never faced prejudice, and therefore their grit muscles are atrophied.

Our culture is just as voracious for true-crime stories, and introspection about the costs of this obsession has never come to pass.

But when this incentive structure is applied to the true-crime genre, it begs fundamental questions: Is it morally acceptable to profit from these real tragedies? Is this entertainment or exploitation? And if the answer is both, how can anyone involved live with themselves?