Joe Simpson's first piece for us asks why the media find it so hard to accept high risk sports
Accidents happen and, when appropriate, the
negligent should be held to account, says Joe Simpson in his first
piece for OUTDOORSmagic, but take away our right to embrace risk and
you diminish life itself.
High Risk or Hot Air?
Last year an unfortunate accident in a Swiss
canyon claimed 21 lives. Sad but these things happen. It may have
been avoidable and doubtless an enquiry will reveal whether this was
the case. Appropriate measures will be taken to ensure that, if at
all possible, that it doesn't happen again and that's how
it should be.
That's it, I'm afraid. No more to be
said. Life is inherently dangerous. People die in all manner of ways
and for their close family it is a sad and emotional time. Yet
that's not the way the media view it.
I wonder how many pointless hours have been
wasted in TV and radio debates, how many tens of thousands of witless
words written, every time a boxer has been killed or brain damaged, a
skier buried in an avalanche, a racing driver killed in flames or a
climber has so irresponsibly indulged in a grisly two thousand-foot
death plummet. Does it matter? Really? We all die. When, why and how
are of little consequence.
The fact that in this canyon accident the
victims were taking part in what is perceived to be a 'high
risk' activity is irrelevant. It was something that they chose
willingly to do. Just because a great many other people wouldn't
dream of taking such risks is no reason to condemn them for their
adventurous spirit. They didn't want to die or suffer injury.
They wanted that extra thrill, that surge of excitement that comes
with exploring new territories.
They sought to challenge themselves; to see
something different, maybe just to be a little different. For
them life was enhanced by a touch of danger. It added a certain
frisson. And that is their undeniable right. Their choice.
I have spent my entire adult life indulging in
what others would call high risk sports. I have climbed at extreme
levels on high mountains all over the world. I have also suffered
near fatal accidents and great pain but, hey, it comes with the
territory. I'm not complaining. I have qualified as a diver,
gone bungee jumping, and qualified as a paragliding pilot. I am
careful to train hard, to learn the skills and dangers of my chosen
sports, and to take responsibility for myself.
I assiduously take out expensive insurance
covering me for third-party liability claims, rescue, and medical
expenses. I am not a burden on the state when unlucky enough to
suffer an accident. Moreover, if I break my leg rock climbing I am
just as entitled to NHS treatment as the Sunday morning footballer,
the incompetent gardener, or the DIY expert who has just nailed his
hand to the wall.
The real irony is that until three years ago I
smoked more than twenty a day. I drink more than the recommended
weekly limit as does everyone I know. These are the true high risk
activities that will probably kill me. These, or driving to work in
the morning.
Friends of mine have died in the mountains and
I mourn their passing for the loss of their friendship and company;
their laughter and their zest for living life to the full. I never
once thought their lives wasted; never once questioned their right to
challenge themselves. They saw a world that many of us never see and
are poorer for not having seen it.
If fine wines, delicious food, the theatre, and
a bit of gardening is your idea of a good life, well, bully for you.
Sounds pretty good to me as well – some of the time. It is
your right to live your life as you wish, but not to try and make
others conform to you. You do not acquire the pompous and conceited
privilege of condemning others just because they choose to live
differently. That is simply ignorance and intolerance.
Rock climbing isn't dangerous per se. Just
like crossing the road or driving a car it only becomes dangerous
when you make a mistake. Yet climbing is perceived to be 'high
risk' by those who have never tried their hand at it. These
'armchair' critics respond to an archetypal fear of heights
innate to us all. Since they choose never to challenge this fear (and
consequently have no idea what they are talking about) they assume
the right to condemn those that climb as being irresponsible risk
takers. They never look at the statistics and find out that angling,
riding, and hill walking account for far more fatalities than
climbing. God forbid! What would they think of the fatalities caused
by accidents in the home?
Those thousands of people killed in household
accidents every day are never treated thus. The hordes who die in DIY
or gardening-related accidents are never roundly criticised for
taking risks. There are no demands to close down the burgeoning
chains of DIY stores and garden centres. For every gardener who has
driven a fork through his foot or electrocuted himself on his hedge
trimmer you will find an equivalent in a so-called 'high risk
sport'. We are fallible, so accidents happen.
That people have died is very sad. That an
ill-informed public will then, encouraged by press and media alike,
contemptuously deride this 'irresponsible waste of life',
this wanton foolishness, is all the sadder. What is it about so
called 'high risk sports' that every now and then gets
journalists and TV pundits so agitated?
Why can't we just acknowledge that what
happened in Switzerland was just dreadfully sad. A bunch of people
went out to have fun, to live life as they thought best, and they
died. Why can't we celebrate their adventurous spirit and their
desire to explore themselves and their world. Isn't that the
essence of being human? Our curiosity, our sense of adventure and our
delight in what life can offer has led to more ground-breaking
advances in this century than any amount of studious conformity ever
will.
© Joe Simpson