In a column for Associate Content, Ron Hart writes about the post stroke Dick Clark once again hosting “Dick Clark’s Rockin’ Eve:
While I will give Clark points for trying, the entire thing has become very uncomfortable and is disrespectful to the Dick Clark legacy. Throughout the years as a producer and on air personality, Clark always had an eye for detail and a commitment to utmost professionalism. Nobody wants to be cruel to Clark, but the fact is, he’s in an entertainment business. And the part of the entertainment business that his show, “Dick Clark’s Rocking Eve”, is part of is centered on youth and hope for the future.
While nowhere does it say there is or should be a maximum age, the ability to project hope and optimism for the future, as the New Year arrives is, at this point, impossible for Dick Clark. He needs to gracefully leave the stage now as his inability to articulate cleanly and crisply what he is saying is turning Dick Clark’s Rocking Eve from most see television for its execution, excitement and show, to must see television to see what Dick Clark might do next. It’s cringe-worthy at this point.
I can’t say it much better than Matthew Archbold, writing at the National Catholic Register:
Dick Clark is not a legacy, he is a human being.
In these modern times, we seem to feel increasingly “uncomfortable” with anyone who looks less handsome than an A-lister or doesn’t speak as well as Ryan Seacrest. We don’t do sickness anymore. We don’t do ailments. The disabled are something to be hidden away, embarrassed about.
We used to care for our grandparents at home so we all grew up knowing a little something about it. We watched our father carry his mother upstairs after dinner every night. We watched our mother wipe her mother’s face with a napkin. And we learned. We helped pick them up when they fell. And we tried not to notice how embarrassed they were.
But as a culture, we don’t really do that anymore. The old and disabled are all too frequently shipped off and visited infrequently. We prefer to remember them as they were we tell ourselves – as a way of honoring them. But that’s not what’s going on. We just don’t want to be reminded that life isn’t perfect, sickness happens, and disabilities don’t discriminate.
Maybe that’s why 90 percent of Down Syndrome babies are aborted. Maybe that’s why the elderly are euthanized for fear of becoming a burden. They must not be seen. They are the imperfect.
*snip*
Dick Clark has had an amazing life. And this is the phase of life he’s in right now. Dick Clark was always a great host. But he seems to be more than that now. He seems heroic to me now. He knows he’s slurring his words. He knows he doesn’t look like the teenager he looked like for so long. And I think he’s exactly what we need to see. In these days when everyone on television looks vaguely perfect in a similar way, to me Dick Clark looks…human.
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3 Comments on ““Dick Clark is Not a Legacy, He is a Human Being””
I didn’t watch any of the New Year’s Eve shows, and didn’t realize that Dick Clark was still hosting it. I wish I had because I would have watched.
It’s true, our society is so hung up on looks and perfection that they forget that those are human beings who deserve respect. It’s so sad and this is why we often see senior citizens being pushed to the side and told they are nothing more than a drain on society. They are the ones who contributed and gave this country its science, art, music, literature, and fought for our country’s freedom..but now they are considered irrelevant because they no longer “look young enough or beautiful enough.”
It sad…there no longer seems to be any respect for human life…the unborn, the old, or the disabled. It’s like living in Nazi Germany for goodness sakes! I keep waiting for calls for the gas chambers.
—sorry for the rant.
Mary Ellen – your rant is more than welcome…and quite accurate, sadly. 🙂
Matthew Archibold just socked a game-winning grand slam to deep left-center field.
I once had a boss whose mother was suffering from dementia. He would tell me, “That’s not the woman who raised me.” Except she was, of course. The people we love don’t turn into other entities when they fall ill to one illness or another. They ARE the same people. Good gosh.