Carl Grimes, Hope and Merry Christmas


At the end of the mid-season finale of the 8th season AMC’s The Walking Dead, Carl Grimes reveals that he’s been bitten.  Fans are upset. 50,000 fans have signed a petition to remove showrunner Scott Gimple from the show.

Why are they so upset? I think it’s because children, Rick’s children, Carl and Judith, and Maggie’s unborn child, mean something. They are a glimmer of future hope in a very dark world. Perhaps they represent our hope as well, because, for some of us, the real world is very dark as well.  To kill a child is to kill hope, and we don’t like that.

We shouldn't be all that upset with Gimple for killing off Carl Grimes.
The thing is, we shouldn’t be all that upset with Gimple for killing off Carl Grimes. Gimple is doing what all zombie storytellers do–they give us characters that embody things that we value and then the kill them.  This goes all the way back to Night of the Living Dead in which most of the traditional values are murdered.

Barbara embodies devotion–dead.

Johnny, cynicism of every kind–dead.

Ben, the hero–dead.

Tom and Judy, romantic love–dead and dead.

The Coopers, the nuclear family–dead, dead and dead.  This, of course, includes little Karen, representative of innocence, who slays her mother with a cement trowel.

Conclusion:

If you are watching a show about zombies, get ready for the things you hold dear, and the characters who represent them, to snuff it.
Zombies are trying to tell us something

Zombie narratives force us to face the contradictions between what we profess and what we actually believe. It’s why monsters appear, and why the zombies have been so popular for the last fifty years.  On the one hand, we profess that there is no God, no universal truth, no ultimate meaning in life,  just what we create for our individual selves.   On the other hand, we believe that families and promises and honesty and courage and fair play matter. We live and act as if things like these are universal and objective.  We believe it’s wrong to deny someone their rights.  We believe that it’s wrong to exploit the weak. That it’s wrong to use women for sex against their will. We believe it’s wrong to kill and eat other people. We believe these things to be universally wrong.  We profess that life has no universal meaning, but we love the parts in TWD where the characters talk of the “something else” that we are fighting for that goes beyond survival.  Zombie narratives don’t let us get away with these inconsistencies.

Much of what Carl did in the final episode was to make his life have some meaning before he died–I can’t recall exactly, but I think his last words included, “I did this” as he pointed to all the people he safely evacuated from exploding Alexandria. But, unless the show does something totally inconsistent, and lame, Carl will die.  Will his life have meaning?  Will his death?  His future is now certain–he will either be dead or he will be lurching-dead–that’s it.  In the fictive world of The Walking Dead, millions have already met one of these two ends.

But the central question to zombie narratives is, if there is no transcendent meaning, is our existence really any different than Carl’s? Death is certainly at the end.  Perhaps we can say, “I did this.”  Is this adequate?  Is this all there is?

Don’t get mad at Gimple.  This is all our idea.

Unless, of course, there is a transcendent God in whom Truth and Meaning dwell–who Loves the world and has come to live among us to show us the way out of zombieland.

Merry Christmas

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