S: Is for Un-Social Concious
Two weeks ago I answered an add on Craigslist for a new TV show called "Without Prejudice". They wanted real people so I had to convince them that though an actress I am definitely real. Being a writer that was simple especially since one of my pet peeves is that if you act you are considered not real. Hell everybody acts the difference is in what degree. They also wanted people who would admit to being prejudice. Again we all are prejudice to a point, weather we admit it or not is the question. If someone is the head of a multinational corporation I tend to be prejudice. I have seen too much how they care only about dollars rather than lives. Dell is a prime example of this. If you voted for Bush I wonder about your reasoning and again I will judge you on it. At least I'm real! The show agreed I was viable for casting and called me for a final interview. I arrived at the Sheraton Hotel early as I had a limited time to be there. They were aware of this fact. They were running late and asked me to wait down the hall and that there would be 5 of us playing the game "Without Prejudice". I went to where they requested and met another hopeful contestant who immediately stated she was first. When I asked why she stated she was an actress and she was in a show. Thrilled to meet another performer I asked where and she stated ..."Community Theater". Now I am not a snob and when I was little, did my share of community theater, however she was well into her 50's and she really thought this meant she was a professional actress. Hmmm. 
The time arrived to meet the other contestants..2 raving Bushaholic's who favored guns for all, the community theater actress who was dressed in baby blue sweats with purple stripes, caked on blue eye shadow, brassy cooper hair and large costume jewelry (eeek), and this terrific gay guy. We learn the show originated from Britain and we play the show. The contestants we are to judge are a terrific black woman, an older man missing teeth, a trailer trash looking blond woman, a young man who plays polo and fox hunts and a man who just seems wrong. We are to choose 1 to give $50,000.00 to and vote the rest off 1 at a time based on information that is given in stages. Not to pat myself on the back but within 15 seconds I rated them and I was right. The 1st to go was the strange young man who turns out to be gay and had just left his wife with a baby and would of spent the money on a vacation with his lover not his child. Next the fox hunting man who would of spent the money on sex, drugs and rock and roll and would of drugged women to sleep with him. 3rd The man with the missing teeth who had dumped his wife when she got cancer and hooked up with a 21 year old Filipino girl. He would of gone on a cruise with her. The "TT" woman sleeps with married men and would of bought a diamond ring as large as the money would buy. Now the obnoxious actress was upset because I would of voted her off sooner but she stated that she went on to welfare and related to the women stating "people think because she dresses well that she too has it together". When the information was revealed I would of laughed beyond tears had I not been so angry at her. You know the kind of people who have to fight at everything no matter if there's something to fight about or not well that was her. Finally we gave the money to the only logical choice the terrific black woman. She was buying a house and starting her life. Ahhh normal. This show however is like Borat in so many ways. They had filmed all the contestants in a taxi with a phone and she was the only one that did not return it. Right then and there I decided I DID NOT want to do this show. They however decided they definitely wanted me. I spent two weeks in negotiation with them and as of this column you will understand why I said NO WAY IN HELL! I am Union and therefore I know the amount they should pay me. They however like Borat are trying to use people to the nth degree. The panelists are being paid $250 and being told the reasoning is because they are playing themselves and are promoting themselves. Yeah right! What about all the hosts of game shows? Their typical salary is into the 100's of thousands. They wanted to fly me to California for 3 days and I was to get myself to the airport at my own expense. They would try to get me a non-stop flight but weren't guaranteeing it. I am enclosing a blog from a man that won. It seems the panelists are the stars yet they are treated as if they are doing the show a favor. I write this column because I vetoed Borat at its mistreatment and manipulation of humanity. I knew after playing the game that this was of the same genre. 
When are we going to say no to the mistreatment of souls. Is it right to be entertained for a brief moment at the expense of others? Because I knew what I should of been paid, how I should of been treated and how to save myself in front of a camera, I was ok. What of the others who are not as educated? When are we going to say NO and tell them to give us the F.A.C.T.S. 
http://www.alastairmcintosh.com/articles/2003-without-prejudice.htm
Saturday
WELL, last night's audience didn't have to wait long for an embarrassingly personal public example! If they watched Channel 4's Without Prejudice? gameshow tonight (repeating late on Monday), they'd have seen me win the £50,000 prize. Ten year's pay in one day!
Sunday
STILL mulling over my win. I only got invited on to the show after its researchers found my website.
They said it was about debating, in a context of personal life, the kind of topical social issues raised there. But really, it was scarcely about such issues. It was mostly about the outrageous prejudices of some panellists. What, with secret filming as well, it must have been quite hurtful for some participants. Oh well, Verene and I live without a TV, so we've got all day left to think about it!
Eco-warrior, ALASTAIR McINTOSH, who doesn't even own a television, tells of
a strange and lucrative encounter with a game show that double-dealt him the
jackpot
It was a call from out of the blue. "I hit on your website," said the TV
researcher. "You're just who we're looking for and we'd like to invite you
on to Without Prejudice? It's the latest Channel 4 game show."
"Sorry," I replied. "I don't even have TV, and when I do go on telly, it's
for things like land reform and social justice - not for game shows."
"But this is not going to be a fly-on-the-wall documentary or anything silly
and embarrassing," she insisted. "It's right up your street - a chance to
say what you think about major social issues."
"Like what?"
"Like war with Iraq, royalty, fox-hunting, and capital punishment. This is
about getting strongly opinionated people to say their piece. And whoever
the panellists likes best will go home with £50,000."
Well, I presumed that the cash-carrot would be like one of those
junk-mailings that promise you a million that never comes. But with a book
to promote, and a message to communicate about environment, community, and
human dignity, I was game for a game.
A producer explained that the exact format of Without Prejudice? was still
undecided. She said it would probably entail a two-minute video story about
each contestant's background. The panel debating our views on eight topical
issues would then eliminate us, one-by-one.
So it was that a production team flew up to Kinghorn, Fife, from London.
They took over the house, leaving neighbours leaning out of windows
wondering what was going on. They grilled me all day about foxhunting,
homosexuality, punishment, and so on.
Then it all got a bit strange. A foot slipped in the door.
"There's one last thing," said a producer. "We need you to come down to
London next week to sign consent papers and be eyeballed by a Channel 4
executive. We know it's a humbug, but do you mind?"
If I'd known this at the outset I'd probably not have participated. But by
now I'd invested too much time to go back. Ecologist though I try to be,
they said they'd fly me down as I had to get back quickly. Being warned
there'd be a lot of hanging around, I just had to write the day off in my
mind.
Sometimes, when your time's been derailed like this, the unexpected can
break in. I decided to take it in that spirit. So it was that I headed off,
intending to observe the day carefully, and see if I'd learn anything. Sure
enough, a string of happenings came about that ended up making it rather
magical.
There was a profound conversation about racism with a black London taxi
driver, who got out at the end and warmly shook my hand.
On another taxi trip, a lost mobile phone started doing its thing under my
seat. It was an anxious owner at the other end, but the taxi driver was a
real misery who wouldn't help return it. I said I'd leave it at Channel 4
reception.
Then, at the offices of the TV production company, 12-Yard, another
contestant was overpaid on her expenses under my very nose. She, an
accountant, avariciously stuffed the money into her bag.
"Aren't you going to give it back?" I asked.
"They've got plenty of money," she said, miffed at my question.
"What?" I demanded. "You're going to steal it?"
"It's not stealing," she sniffed. "They can afford it. They're a big
company."
"But somebody might get into trouble," I said. "In some places the staff
have to make good discrepancies."
Well, this woman just walked off. When the receptionist returned, I asked
who was responsible for the petty cash. "I am," she said. I told her what
had happened.
Finally, at the airport on the way home, I got let off paying a £45 charge
for changing my flight. But in the parallel queue I witnessed a less
fortunate scene. A wee Glasgow hardman was virtually in tears. He'd been
stung for £40 excess baggage, but lacked excess cash. They told him to pay
up or get off.
Mindful of my own good fortune, and that here was a fellow Scot in need, I
did the decent thing.
Dumbfounded, he kissed his wedding ring and promised to repay.
Only on rounding the corner to airport security did the penny drop. There,
right in front of me, was the very same 12-Yard TV crew who'd been at our
house a few days previously. So - that was the game. It was a series of
set-ups. They'd had a camera on me.
But no. They were just hard-working folks, heading out on the next flight to
Belfast.
Just a few days before the studio finale, the phone went. It was 12-Yard
again. They had a confession. The programme format was now to include an
additional component: personal behaviour. "You see, when you were down in
London, we were secretly filming you."
Well, that mad day ran back through my mind like crazy.
Which bits had been shot? Had it even been safe to go to the loo? Had that
wee hard man from Glasgow been just a stooge?
No, none of that. It was merely the phone in the taxi and the £20 expenses
fiddle. They were scams. All the rest was reality - which is a great pity,
because I'm still waiting for that wee Glasgow hardman to send me his
cheque.
I gave my permission, but by this time, I was getting worried about the
nature of the programme. I'd gone on to get some points across, but by now
it was becoming clear that the programme was more interested in us as people
than in our views.
When the studio day came I pushed the producer about how much air time my
thoughts on topical social issues would receive. "Probably about 45
seconds," she confessed, "unless you make it through to the final, in which
case you'll get to be quizzed direct by the panellists."
The other four contestants were a very sweet astrologist, a charming
professional model, a gay activist doing work with autistic children, and a
sweet woman married to the chairman of a major football club.
I asked the latter if it was a real diamond on her finger. "Seven carats,"
she told me.
I'd decided that if I won I was going to send each of them £500 so that
nobody went away empty handed. I can't stand winner-takes-all scenarios. Who
knows, maybe the rich woman had her own charitable causes in mind.
As the studio filming got under way, contestants were eliminated ,
one-by-one. None of us liked how this was done. At each announcement,
"Robo-Cop", wearing a huge camera fixed to his body in a remarkable harness,
swept into our studio and zoomed in as the disappointed contestant was asked
how they felt about it.
The astrologer, the model, and diamond lady dropped out. Finally, it was
down to me and Andy - the gay guy with a spike through his eyebrow. We
wished one another well and even discussed strategy. I said to hell with
playing to the gallery. I was going to rant full-on about the spiritual
underpinning of social and ecological activism. I was in it for the message,
but the money could be nice, too.
To my enormous relief, the panel seemed like switched-on people. They asked
challenging but searching questions. And I won the £50,000.
However, after viewing the first few programmes broadcast, not everybody had
it so good. It was brutal to see a woman exposed to the nation on falling
slightly short with the phone honesty test. Somebody else was ridiculed
about his sticky-out ears. One guy e-mailed me saying he'd been promised
three times he'd not get bashed for his homosexuality, but he did.
The outcome for myself? Well, late that night after the studio session, I
got talking to a famous architect who was staying in the hotel. We
blethered. I explained that I'm attached to Edinburgh's Centre for Human
Ecology. I mentioned that the price of academic freedom in this day and age
can come high. Some of my work - Eigg, resisting war, the Harris
superquarry, and so on - has been controversial, getting up the noses of
corporations, major landowners, and governments.
I've had to live on the margins of the mainstream, earning as little as
£5000 in recent years. I told the architect about the day just passed. I was
exhilarated by the outcome, but troubled that some folk had maybe got hurt
by being drawn into an agenda that had not been entirely upfront. I was just
lucky that I'd had panellists who, if the best isn't edited out, had enabled
me to say what I'd wanted.
Finally, I showed the architect a cheque in my bag. "Look," I said, still
caught in the emotional crossfire between process and outcome. "There's 10
years' pay in one day."
"Well, my friend," he replied softly, generously. "Maybe God has made good
your losses."
[The following 3 paragraphs were added to the ECOS version in response to the editor asking for a reflection on the aftermath]
Since the TV screening and its repeat there's been loads of response A small amount of it has been negative. One retired Edinburgh University professor, for example, said he considered it in “poor taste” to go on such a programme. An old friend thought it “narcissistic”. An e-mailer sent congratulations but added, “The money appears a contradiction to your life though and makes you appear hypocritical.” Well, not only do I take such points very seriously, but I multiply them by ten since it is rare to get honest face-to-face criticism. I also think that these are inevitable challenges of public life. Rather than hide from them, the best approach is to hold them in the light of one’s community and see how everything feels in the balance of differing viewpoints.
The vast majority of responses, on the other hand, were incredibly positive. These included many strangers who still come up on the street to say how astonished and delighted they’d been to hear such ideas shared on prime time TV. Letters and emails said such things as, “[It was] like a breathe of fresh air on our telly that night! You made it worth the license fee alone!”; “It may seem stupid, but in a way it seemed like a ray of light in so much of the darkness of the world of late”; and, “That's what you get a bhalaich [‘my boy’ in Gaelic] for spending too much time with the fairies! Maybe just a tiny wee bit of the revolution was televised tonight!!”
In retrospect I would not have taken part in the programme had I known the tactics they were going to use. That said, I’m not sorry it happened. Such are the contradictions of … what … “reality”?
