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JFP Editor Donna Ladd

I don't manage to get out of the office often these days for lunch. But Friday I was in the mood for a Two Sisters veggie plate (probably had something to do with the staff party the night before, but I digress).

We slipped in there about 2 p.m. just before closing. As Todd and I sat down at our table in the main dining room, I looked toward Diann Alford's cash-register station and noticed U.S. Rep. Alan Nunnelee standing there with his wife. He was talking to Diann and glad-handing with others as they left the restaurant, and his presence was hard to miss.

As we media folk are wont to do, I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I enjoyed my black-eyed peas and cabbage and even thought about snapping a picture on my iPhone, but decided against it. In that small space, it might have made a scene.

When I got back to the office with my to-go banana pudding in a Styrofoam cup, I checked Tweetdeck for afternoon news and gossip. I noticed that some progressive folks I know (the same ones who fought personhood last fall and won) had urged people to go to Nunnelee's Facebook page at 1:30 that day and tell him what they thought of his recent legislative votes (as in: not much). They'd done that recently on Gov. Phil Bryant's page and rather hijacked it.

I went to take a look.

At Nunnelee's page, I realized that he--using the word "I" and next to his picture--had hosted a Facebook chat from 1:30 p.m. to 2:30 p.m. that day and, yes, a bunch of Mississippi progressives had let loose on him. But it wasn't their comments that interested me; it was the timing. He had "hosted" a live chat during the exact time he was eating lunch and gladhanding in Two Sisters in downtown Jackson, or someone who worked for him had.

I even posted (in a non-argumentative way, I promise) on his page that I had just seen him in Two Sisters (and with no obvious smartphone action), and another man he had talked to at the restaurant chimed in to say that he had seen him there and talked to him.

Now, this may seem like a small thing to many of you--of course, their handlers handle their social media, too--but at what point did a congressman get so big for his britches that he could promise that "I" will answer your questions, yet be nowhere near a keyboard.

Perhaps this wouldn't have irked me in just the same way had it not been during a week of similar annoyances. About a week earlier, JFP staff photographer Virginia Schreiber had a bizarre run-in at Fenian's with a group of Republicans, including Sen. Gray Tollison of Oxford (and now Jackson) and the chief of staff for Lt. Gov. Tate Reeves, Parks McNabb.

Long story short, Virginia was out at a pub with friends, and a group of Republicans (including Reeves himself) were out as well. So? She certainly wasn't working, but when she saw a group including the state's second-highest officer, she took out her phone and snapped photos of the group from across the room. Suddenly, Republican staffers were at her side, demanding her phone. It was a matter of "state security," McNabb told her, thereby insulting her intelligence, and then harangued her until she showed him the blurry photos and agreed to delete them. (Tollison himself even ordered her to sit down "in a way that doesn't make any woman want to sit down," as she wrote later in a narrative about that night that we're posting online linked to this column.)

Rattled, Virginia zipped her phone in her purse and when she looked for it again, it was gone. She looked all over the bar for it, getting management to help and even having it announced on the stage. She suspected that someone had taken it to look at her photos, but couldn't prove it. After a while, one of the Republicans "found" it and returned it to her.

Now, I'm not accusing them of taking it to check out her photos, but I know Virginia, and she is not one to drop her iPhone and not notice. And certainly not that night.

Virginia did not call me because it was late, but I sure wish she would have. There is no politician out there who (a) has the right to harass someone taking camera photos in a bar, whether or not she was acting as a journalist (she wasn't, but had the right to take pictures of an elected official out at a bar) and (b) has the right to talk to and upset a hard-working young woman like that, whether she was on duty or not. There is nothing funny about it and if someone ever pulls a stunt like that again with another of my staffers, I will be there in 10 minutes. Be warned.

Of course, it was a week of hearing about boys pulling disturbing stunts We learned about Mitt Romney's so-called "prank" back when he was a high-school senior. Five classmates independently recall him leading a group to hold down a classmate (who was allegedly gay) and cut off his bleached blond hair. Romney, somehow, can't recall that one prank among many that he was involved in, as he put it. Today, schools would treat that as a physical assault, as they should, and would call the police. Romney and his friends didn't get in trouble, but the victim was kicked out of school for smoking a cigarette.

What disturbed me the most about the news cycle around the incident wasn't that it happened so many years ago, or even that a presidential candidate did it. It was that he didn't bother to remember it (I really don't believe you forget such a thing unless you're becoming senile) and that he passed up an opportunity to use it as a leadership moment for a nation that has been riddled with bullying, anti-gay rhetoric and teen suicide (often resulting from one or both of those things).

A leader would own his teen "prank," giving us a reason to forgive him for them, not laugh as he claimed he didn't remember. His response gave me the same creepy feeling I got when a visibly rattled Virginia told me about her night at Fenian's: men of privilege trying to intimidate those who don't fall in line.

Perhaps worse are the folks who defend this kind of juvenile-yet-scary "boys will be boys" behavior. They say that all guys pull mean "pranks" when they're younger, and we shouldn't hold it against them.

Boys will be boys, after all.

I call B.S. on that. Men who would be leaders need to grow up at some point and take responsibility for their actions. They should not lie to constituents or demand that photographers turn over their iPhones to make sure they didn't catch them in an embarrassing moment. That just won't do, gentlemen.

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