I had to dredge the dark net, but I’ve finally managed to acquire a copy of Disney’s “Scarecrow of Romney Marsh”. The irony is, it’s a pirated copy and, like the main character, I had to smuggle it into my possession.
I realized while watching that I’m one of the Scarecrow’s men, and not just because I’m fairly adept at black-market media acquisitions. No. I’ve been fascinated with Robin Hood-type characters since I was a child. I have no idea why, but turning outlaw against the state on behalf of an oppressed people – the Robin Hood mythos – has always struck me as the height of romance. (For the uninitiated, I don’t mean romance like the romance novels in the grocery store. I mean “romance” in the old sense: Adventure. Danger. The fantastic!)
Once I’ve become the most dashing and infamous of America’s outlaws, I might tell, in my memoirs, the story of when I first realized I had the spirit of an outlaw. But the details of that are too private for now.
What I will say is that, apart from being entertaining, my past infatuation with the hero / outlaw has lead me to consider what the difference is, exactly, between the Scarecrow of Romney Marsh, and a regular criminal.
I think it’s this:
Once a man goes rogue, he’s got to deal with the state and all the other rouges. But the difference is, of the three (the Scarecrow, the State, and the Rouges), the Scarecrow is upholding his sense of honor and charity.
…the other two are mindless and heartless.
They’re civilized savages.