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Week 9: 1990: The Bronx Warriors (1982)
The crackdown on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my campaign promise. Gang members, drug dealers & others are being removed!
– President Trump
In the optimistic spirit of “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery,” 1990: The Bronx Warriors flatters the originators of the post-apocalyptic genre, as an Italian rip-off of The Warriors (1979), The Road Warrior (1981), and Escape from New York (1981). Seventeen-year-old Ann flees from the onset of her guilty responsibilities as the heiress to the arms manufacturing giant, The Manhattan Corporation, into the lawless Bronx and the strong arms of urban barbarian Trash, leader of the Riders, one of several colorful Bronx gangs, each controlling their own turf in their own motif: The Tigers, an elegant pimps gang; the Zombies, a roller-hockey gang; the Iron Men, a Chorus Line gang; the Scavengers, a Tusken Raiders gang; and The Riders, a plastic-skulled motorcycle gang. To retrieve Ann, The Manhattan Corporation hires a mercenary cop named Hammer (not played by Fred “Hammer” Williamson), who pits the gangs against one another, and Trash must escort Ann across dangerous rival gang territory to the Tigers to explain to their leader, Ogre (played by Fred “Hammer” Williamson), that they’re all being played for fools. Or, mathematically,
<The Warriors + <Escape from New York = The Bronx Warriors
When Hammer fails to stop Trash from making peace with the Tigers, he and his police force implement Operation Burnt Earth, massacring the Tigers and Ann in a hail of gunfire, flame, and sadistically maniacal laughter, presumably inspiring the 1985 MOVE bombing. However, like a true urban cowboy of the apocalyptic wasteland, Trash harpoons Hammer and ties him to his plastic-skull adorned motorcycle, dragging him past the sunset through the faux Bronx.
After an impressively artful opening credits scene, The Bronx Warriors lays the context: “In the year 1990 the Bronx is officially declared No Man’s Land. The authorities give up all attempts to restore law and order. From then on the area is ruled by the Riders.” The dystopia of The Bronx Warriors is one of extreme economic disparity, with the wealthy sheltered in civilized Manhattan and the impoverished abandoned in the lawlessness of the Bronx. Manhattan retains all the conveniences of modernity, while the Bronx is a bombed out brick ruin (without a gasoline shortage). The law works for the rich to tyrannize the poor.
Campaign-era Trump declared himself “the law and order candidate,” capitalizing upon fear of the increasing voice of the other as proof of lawlessness, despite statistical data that shows crime rates steadily declining under President Obama, but this rhetoric and obstinance in the face of facts isn’t new. In 1989, as an angry reaction to the brutal Central Park jogger case, Citizen Trump took out a full-page ad in all four New York newspapers headlining “BRING BACK THE DEATH PENALTY. BRING BACK OUR POLICE!”, poisoning an already volatile environment which soon saw five minority youth incarcerated for six to thirteen years in prison based on confessions that were beaten out of them. Despite Trump’s belief that torture “absolutely” works, in 2002, these convictions were vacated when the original serial rapist who committed the crimes came forward. Maddeningly, it should come as no surprise that Trump has never apologized, backpedaled, or rethought the case, despite proof of innocence. In Trumpworld, it’s a worse crime for his ego to admit a wrong than for poor men to spend over a decade in prison for crimes they didn’t commit. His pride is more valuable than their lives.
Trump campaigned on the disparity of rich and poor and the fear of the elimination of the American working class. Candidate Trump had successfully championed himself as an advocate for the working class and the small businessman, despite his history as a (presumably) billionaire businessman who refuses to pay the working class and small businessmen who have done work for him, increasing his (presumably) billions. For a man who all-caps Tweets “JOBS! JOBS! JOBS!”, one wonders if those will be paid jobs, jobs, jobs or unintentionally free labor from people who can’t afford lawyers, unintentionally free labor from people who can’t afford lawyers, unintentionally free labor from people who can’t afford lawyers. It is mind-blowing to see a man with a history of not paying working class people to tell working class people I’m going to get you jobs and for those working class people to believe him and vote for him. It’s voting with a self-deceptive dissonance of that may have happened to some other poor schlub, but it won’t happen to this poor schlub. It’s the same self-deceptive dissonance that will keep people from admitting they were wrong for their vote in the first place: because they’ve learned from Trump that pride is more valuable than recognizing suffering, even if that suffering is your own.
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