Stray Thought About the Fifth Season of The Wire

The fifth season of The Wire gets short shrift not because it's bad (which it isn't; it's pretty good, and in places great), but because that's the year that David Simon's cynicism about the inevitability of systemic corruption and ignorance expands to implicate us, the viewers. The season's focus on media hype and the glorification of certain narratives is as timely as ever — and is timely material to revisit in the wake of the murder in Ferguson — but it's also hard to take because it puts us on the hook for the things we don't see. For the first four seasons, we watch a sweeping narrative unfold and feel a subconscious pride in the fact that we're having the experience. But in the show's final year, Simon says: no matter what you think you know, you know less. You miss so many things. You miss what matters, and you sweat what doesn't. It's not untrue, but it's understandably a harder pill to choke down than, e.g., the game is the game. To fully engage with the show's final season is to accept our own role in the institutional quagmire of the drug war, the faltering economy, and the ruined castle of education. We want to remember the more gruesome but comparatively less accusatory stories about corner boys. We can tell ourselves we aren't them. Come the final season, it's no wonder we want to look away.