I first heard the expression “My Bad” used on a basketball court circa 1975. The expression most likely came into being among jazz musicians, for many of the most popular expressions emanating from black America were first used by musicians and then quickly adapted to the basketball court. By the time these expressions were in common usage among white people, their original meanings were frequently distorted and even reversed. The most famous example of such reversal is the expression Up Tight. Originally an expression of praise for excellent playing by an improvising musician, and used with that original meaning by Little Stevie Wonder singing, “Up tight outta sight,” white folk eventually deformed the phrase to mean tense, as in “I am so uptight.” Fascinating, no?
My immediate inspiration for writing this piece is the catastrophic oil flood ongoing in the Gulf of Mexico and the grief my friends and I are feeling about the catastrophe. I refuse to call this horror a leak or a spill, for it is a flood that will likely render the Gulf of Mexico a dead sea for the rest of our mortal lives. So what does the ruination of the Gulf of Mexico have to do with the expression My Bad? I will tell you.
Nowadays the expression My Bad is generally used to mean My Mistake. Someone spills a cup of coffee and says, “Oops. My bad.” Or someone forgets to bring the beer and apologizes with, “Sorry. My bad.” But the original meaning of the expression was more profound than a simple apology. To illustrate: I am playing a game of basketball. My teammate makes a poor pass and despite my best effort I am barely able to touch the ball before it goes out of bounds. My teammate calls, “My Bad,” thus announcing to everyone playing the game that it was his error that caused the ball to go out of bounds, not my error. By proclaiming My Bad, he is taking responsibility for something that may have appeared to be my fault. Cool, huh? I consider the original use of My Bad as a form of gallantry, which is a far cry from how the expression is generally used today.
Which brings me to the massive cloud of oil suffocating the Gulf of Mexico. Though it may appear that British Petroleum and Halliburton and the myriad corrupt presidents and politicians who instituted deregulation are responsible for the ruination of the Gulf of Mexico, I must proclaim My Bad.
I say My Bad because I drive a car that runs on gasoline. I heat my water and cook my food with propane. I illuminate my house and run my computer with electricity, some of which comes from oil-fueled power plants. I say My Bad because after years of trying to start a boycott of Chevron as a component of a meaningful anti-war movement, I gave up. I say My Bad because I moved from the city, where without a car my environmental footprint was minimized, to the country where I drive a car now and depend heavily on oil to live the life I lead. I pay taxes that finance illegal and immoral wars for oil.
I am a car person in a car culture. I can certainly do more than I am currently doing to use less of everything, but especially less gasoline. So I say My Bad because without me and a billion other versions of me there would be no deep water drilling, no tides of death. I don’t say My Bad to exonerate the corporations most immediately responsible for this most horrendous oil flood, but to explain why I feel it is not entirely their fault.
And I am fairly certain the reason everyone I know is feeling depressed and defeated and hopeless about the massive oil flood in the Gulf of Mexico is because along with the loss of so much irreplaceable habitat and the massive suffering that must inevitably accompany such loss, we all know it is Our Bad.
(Todd’s web site is Underthetablebooks.com.)
Our Bad implies that we are consumers and not just “Buyers”. Since when were we ever given a choice. Where are the alternative markets, there are alternatives, but not reasonable markets with a suppy chain that we could demand. We buy oil because it is the only choice. PGandE doesn’t have options “global warming energy”, “Non-global warming energy”. They knew what they were doing, they knew the risks, the profits. They don’t care, and won’t care. If a supply were allowed, we could then chose, but we can’t. City living or hermit abstinence is not sustainability, because to be sustainable is to be apart of a cycle that doesn’t destroy. Where is that cycle? Where is the choice?