I have just been listening to an old song
from 1962 by Bobby Pickett called “Monster Mash”. It reminds me of all the old monster films I
so delighted in when I was a child—re-runs on Friday “Fright Night” at 11.30
p.m. when channel seven in Buffalo, New York broadcast the old films from the
1930s—films like “Dracula”, “Frankenstein” and the “The Wolf-man”. Were they cheesy? Oh yeah.
Did I and my generation love them?
Oh yeah. Documentary proof of our
love can be found in old copies of the then-popular magazine “Famous Monsters
of Filmland”, by Forrest Ackerman. Monsters
were the best. We loved monsters and
ghost stories and being scared. Like all
children, we could discern the difference between artificially-induced fear
that was safe (things like monster movies and the roller-coaster), and things
that made one afraid that were truly unsafe (like violence in the home, and
bullies in the school-yard). Kids are
not stupid; they know that monsters are safe and bullies are not.
This
delight in being scared is not new.
Delight in ghost stories is an old delight, and such tales are often
told around the camp-fire. Children
delight in being thrilled by such things, for the same reason that they delight
in being thrilled (that is, terrified) by the roller-coaster—because they know
the thrill will not last, and will not harm them, and thus is not real. They return to real life more energized from
having received a quick shot of childish adrenaline. Monsters and ghost stories are fun and
energizing. If anyone denies this, I
have nothing more to say to them here; I am speaking only to people who truly
remember what it was like to be a child.
This
delight in monsters was the main component in my childhood experience of
Halloween. My dad, who in some ways
remembers my childhood more accurately than I do, tells me that I thought
Halloween was The Best. It beat
Christmas. It was a time to delight in
spookiness, to dress up in a costume, having laboured long and lovingly on
deciding what this costume would be. It
was a time to go out after dark with one’s friends (a rare treat in itself), friends
who were similarly dressed up, and to admire each other’s costumes. It was a time to go from door to door and
accumulate an immense stash of candy, which was then to be sorted, admired,
boasted about, complained about (apples? really?), stared at, shared, and
consumed for days afterward. The trick
was to make the stash last as long as possible.
And possibly (I was an only child) to trade with one’s siblings to make
a bargain, trading one’s inferior candy for a better prize, assuming that one
could con one’s brother or sister into swapping their chocolate bar for your
apple. Like I said, Halloween was The
Best.
I
am told that a number of people today attempt to co-opt this day as their own
special religious day—Wiccans have claimed the day for example, absurdly
equating the ancient western Christian “All Hallows’ Eve” (i.e. eve of All
Saints’ Day) with their own long-dead feast of Samhain. Nice try:
pagan Samhain has been gone for a LONG time, but I suppose if one is
desperate enough to mine ancient western history for long extinct festivals,
anything will do. In fact there is no
actual historical continuity between the two feasts of the actual historical
Samhain and what the Wiccans currently do on October 31. But I suppose, like they say, “whatever gets
you through the night”. Candidly, I find
it hard to take Wiccans too seriously, since modern Wicca is so obviously a
made-up, self-invented religion. It
reminds me of Scientology, except that the Scientologists always keep their
clothes on.
Anyway,
the historical disconnect between Halloween as presently practised in North
America by children in 2012 and the historical pagan festival of Samhain is one
reason why I think Halloween culturally harmless at the present time. The fact that the visual iconography of the
day includes pumpkins, and ugly old witches with long noses (i.e. women quite
unlike real live Wiccans), and black cats, and spooks, and gravestones, and an
assortment of other scary stuff does not trouble me, because I well remember my
own dalliance with such scary stuff. It
did not mean that I was flirting with actual evil or The Dark Side. It just meant that I loved scary ghost
stories and monsters. Boo!
The
pastoral challenge for the Church today is to discern what the various things
in our culture mean, and to respond appropriately to each one in turn. If we fail to denounce things that are
genuinely evil and worthy of denunciation, we will justly deserve censure. (I think here of such genuine evils as
abortion, pornography, torture of prisoners, and child abuse.) If we denounce things that are essentially
harmless (like Christmas trees and Halloween) we will lose our credibility with
the world we want to convert. Some
Christians denounced “rock and roll” when it first appeared and now justly
appear silly—such as the Christians in the 1960s who denounced the Beatles for
their long hair, or Elvis Presley for his gyrations. Such things now seem harmless and benign, and
no one now denounces the Beatles for wearing bangs, or Elvis singing “Blue
Suede Shoes”. In the same way, if the
Church denounces children for wearing costumes and pretending to be fairies or
Spider-Man, and going door to door collecting candy, this will result in the
Church losing credibility in the eyes of the world. And it’s not like we have any credibility to
spare.
Now
that Halloween 2012 has come and gone, it is time to let it go, to bless the
children with all their delight in scary stories, and to lead them by our
loving example into the Kingdom. There
are many battle-grounds in which the Church is called to fight for the eternal
truth of Christ. Children’s Halloween is
not one of them.
A long time ago, when I was an Anglican, an American lady came to be secretary to the Anglican bishop in Namibia. She brought her two daughters, and the one thing that made them feel homesick for America was the absence of the American Halloween tradition. They realised that there was no point in doing the "trick or treat" thing because it would be culturally alien. In America householders are aware of the tradition and stock up with goodies to give to kids who come calling, but in Africa people would be completely unprepared.
ReplyDeleteI was aware of Halloween because of Nancy and Slugg comics that I'd read as a child, but until I saw the gap that those kids felt, I wasn't aware of how seriously it was taken.
There was another American family there, with a younger kid (about 2 years old), and they filled the gap by teaching him his culture and doing Halloween with him.
Steve: thank you for the broader cultural perspective. You are quite right: my own experience of Halloween and that of my children and grandchildren is intensely North American. It reflected not only North American affluence (with tons of candy for children), but also the abiding popularity of the American horror films of the 1930s and after. Even ghost stories, a more universal genre, took on a more American flavour. The lasting documentary testimony to such a Halloween may be found in the cartoon "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown"--now supplemented by Halloween episodes of "The Simpsons"--all very North American.
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