Kobe Bryant's Oscar-winning animated short, "Dear Basketball," takes on added resonance with the basketball star's death today. The words of Bryant's poem, going from his childhood dreams to his retirement from the NBA, going through an arena tunnel towards the lights, of having given all that he can give, of letting go and saying goodbye, now, has a doubled meaning. It's an emotional wallop for his fans, as well as friends and family of all nine killed in the helicopter crash. Even from a more distant perspective, of one who occasionally enjoys the game and, consequently, witnessed Bryant's career, it's a touching poem and picture. None other than John Williams providing the score assists effectively in this regard, as does the animation recalling Bryant's childhood memories and focusing on him in highlights from his professional game on the court. Animating the beads of sweat is especially impressive.
Of course, one of the most remarked upon aspects when Bryant won the Oscar, when the MeToo movement was center stage on the heels of the reports regarding Harvey Weinstein, were the past allegation of rape made against Bryant and his subsequent arrest, the dropping of charges and the settlement. I never closely followed that case and don't care to discuss its details, nor its legal, moral and political ramifications, but I do think the media coverage of it and reactions from fans then, echoed again today by scale in the remembrances of his life and mourning of his death, points to how thoroughly athletes have become heroic, even legendary, figures in the eyes of many--especially children, as described by Bryant himself when he was a child dreaming of himself becoming like the heroes pictured on the posters of his wall and the videos of the games they played. Michael Jordan and Magic Johnson as the role models of his upbringing, Bryant himself as one for another generation. I don't mention this in a pejorative sense, either; arguably, it's a hopeful and healthy alternative to past valorizing of war. That kid in the room dreaming of becoming an athlete adored by others, pretending scoring buzzer-beating shots to win the big game, idolizing the new champions of their age and wanting to become that of the next generation. That kid could be anyone and is a great many children today across the world. "Dear Basketball" captures this, and it's a poignant elegy.
Of course, one of the most remarked upon aspects when Bryant won the Oscar, when the MeToo movement was center stage on the heels of the reports regarding Harvey Weinstein, were the past allegation of rape made against Bryant and his subsequent arrest, the dropping of charges and the settlement. I never closely followed that case and don't care to discuss its details, nor its legal, moral and political ramifications, but I do think the media coverage of it and reactions from fans then, echoed again today by scale in the remembrances of his life and mourning of his death, points to how thoroughly athletes have become heroic, even legendary, figures in the eyes of many--especially children, as described by Bryant himself when he was a child dreaming of himself becoming like the heroes pictured on the posters of his wall and the videos of the games they played. Michael Jordan and Magic Johnson as the role models of his upbringing, Bryant himself as one for another generation. I don't mention this in a pejorative sense, either; arguably, it's a hopeful and healthy alternative to past valorizing of war. That kid in the room dreaming of becoming an athlete adored by others, pretending scoring buzzer-beating shots to win the big game, idolizing the new champions of their age and wanting to become that of the next generation. That kid could be anyone and is a great many children today across the world. "Dear Basketball" captures this, and it's a poignant elegy.