Disability Studies Quarterly Summer/Fall 2003, Volume 23, No. 3/4 <www.dsq-sds.org> Copyright 2003 by the Society for Disability Studies |
Hammerin' Hank: The Right to Be Raunchy or FM Freak Show? Stephen A. Rosenbaum
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A version of this Essay was presented as a paper to the Greater Bay Area Interuniversity Disabilities Consortium, Berkeley, April 25, 2003. The views expressed here are the author's and not necessarily those of the University of California or PAI. Because my mouth Hundreds have paid Whassup? It is 7 a.m. and the dial is tuned to 94.9, not far from sister stations on the FM frequency, beacons of cosmopolitan and progressive programming, from Pacifica's KPFA to National Public Radio affiliates. But, KYLD shows no resemblance to the rest of the left-end FM family. The 94.9 "Doghouse" is a daily party where the on- air and off-air attendees[3] drop in from San Jose, Oakland, Fremont, Richmond, and all other places encircling the San Francisco Bay, between 6:00 and 10:00 AM. They are African-American teenage students, Latina office workers in their 30s, white stay-at-home moms pushing 40 and Asian 20-somethings between jobs. Many callers will get Doghouse T-shirts, Doghouse videos and tickets to concerts and nightclubs when they say the magic words "Whassup, Doghouse?" and submit to competitive questioning or other contests. They also get a dose of hip-hop, rhythm and blues and house vibes. But, mostly they get an earful of what the canine crew calls comedy and clowning. It is the height of lowbrow audio programming: a marathon of prank phone calls and stunts, insipid interviews, crude humor and stream-of-conscious machismo, misogyny and sophomoric "straight talk."[4] The San Francisco morning newspaper awarded the show a three star "crass quotient" a few years ago in a review of radio shows "that routinely cross the bounds of good taste,"[5] with its daily menu of testicular vernacular and anatomical allusions. "They're huge," says one industry trade publication writer of the Doghouse show. "For what they do, they really hit the mark. They really deliver the multicultural urban marketplace we're in."[6] "No other morning show has ever had double digits in San Francisco before," boasts Jeff Vandergrift, whose shock jock alias is J.V, about Doghouse's 10.8 ratings share.[7] It is no surprise, then, that the show is sponsored by prominent businesses[8] and airs ads from government agencies.[9] J.V. is the egocentric and sadistic lead deejay. His sidekicks are yes man Hollywood and slightly smarter straight man Elvis. Other sycophants hang out with them at the "Wild 94" party station—Greg, the laid-back mixer, Ruth the go-fer intern, Show Biz, the Stepin Fetchit whipping boy. And then there is Hank, better known by his nom de radio, Hammerin' Hank. Born in Kansas in 1967, Hank attended special education classes in high school and lived in a group home in California's San Joaquin Valley for about four years[10] — perhaps a community care residential facility for adults with cognitive impairments.[11] He may even be a client of a regional center, a service and support clearinghouse for Californians with developmental disabilities.[12] You know there is something a little different in Hank's routines. His voice is high pitched and nasal and his speech is slow. His lines are recited from memory or heavily scripted. His breathing is labored and he punctuates many of his lines with an exaggerated, prolonged laugh. He is not your standard disabled performance artist. Nor is he your typical crip sit-down comic. Hank is a wanna-be deejay and maybe he's not wanting as much as being. Or, maybe he's wanting belonging, camaraderie, coolness. He may talk the gutter talk of J.V. or Elvis—with all the female objectification, slurs against gay men, and genital hijinks. But, Hanky—as he is sometimes called—is not as cool or glib and never will be. He suits the purposes of his creators and alleged buddies much more as a puppet or pet, catering to their puerile whims and guffawing on cue. In return, he gets to be on the radio, participate in the locker room banter with the self-styled Radio Kings and enjoy the bad boy celebrity. On his web page, Hank answers the question "Why Radio?" with: "Free stuff, the nightclubs, and the women."[13] Here is a typical Doghouse scenario with Hank: An interview subject, not wise to the Wild 94 format, is phoned up. He is the author of a new book on rock 'n roll. Author: "Where are you calling from?" A few months earlier, crew member Show Biz was given one of the infamous consequences dished out by J.V. and gang for failure to properly perform a prank or stunt: He was to lick Hank's anus—in the KYLD studio. Hank was instructed to tell Show Biz, "Lick my butt, bitch" and they both were hooted by the other deejays for "being gay."[17] Elvis suggested that Show Biz could "taste the meatloaf served at [Hank's] group home."[18] J.V. and his henchmen periodically ask studio guests to shed an article or two of clothing as part of a stunt or consequence. In the past, Hank has been summoned to play a version of strip poker on the air and submit to teasing about his genitals and poor hygiene. The crew has also had him rub the breasts of hired women.[19] Another interview, with the unsuspecting author of a book entitled Pucker Power, had fairly predictable results: Hank's lines: On another morning, the Doghouse Deejays are laughing about how they told Hank that he was going to die if he kept eating unhealthy foods and howling at the fact that Hank really believed them.[21] J.V. says: "Hank really believes he's a comedian." They call Hank into the on-air studio. J.V.: "Hank, how much do you weigh? How tall are you?" Next, Hank is asked to read a script to various listeners who call in. He is to give them clues to guess the answers. The name of the game is "The 'Tard Password Game." The deejays are frustrated with Hank's ability to read the script or to play the game appropriately and they quickly lose interest. J.V.: "We should go back to shocking him. If you dick the listeners, we'll cow-Taser your ass...It's the only way you're going to learn." Elvis: "We'll bury you at the group home...You're gonna die soon." Later that morning, they bring some kind of commercial stun gun or baton[22] into the studio and the deejays all dare Elvis to use the Taser on Hank—or else to use it on himself. They refer to this game as "Shock the 'Tard." They read from the instrument's instructions: "It could cause 'mental confusion.'" Hollywood: "Not relevant. [He's already mentally confused]." There follow jokes about destroying brain capacity and about being "mentally challenged." Meanwhile, Hank is all but silent as the Doghouse crew comment on how close they are to touching him with the Taser.[23] One reporter writes off-handedly that the Doghouse team has come under fire for its hazing of Hank, who he describes as a "slow-witted man."[24] The criticism has been neither vigorous nor influential, however, as Hank remains on the air in full form. The Doghouse's ableist allusions go beyond Hank. They include cliché Helen Keller jokes, [25] and riddles about deaf people, persistent vegetative state and obesity.[26] Deejay Elvis, the master prank caller, will pretend to be an irate Vietnam vet with a laryngectomy and psychiatric disability,[27] or a man with Tourette's Syndrome phoning to make a restaurant reservation[28] or to get a suit fitted. Some of his supposed coprolaliac utterances include: Christopher Reeve Super Gimp… Eat it… Faggot Heifer… Son of a goddamn bitch.[29] |