Code-breaker: Rebel Genius

DATELINE:  Einstein of Computers   

 real Turing

Alan Turing, age 14.

The inspiration for the movie with Benedict Cumberbatch as Alan Turing, entitled The Imitation Game, was a small British documentary called Codebreaker back in 2011.

The term “codebreaker” refers to two distinct segments of Turing’s life. He was a war hero who invented computers in the early 1940s and broke the German Nazi secret code.

Later in his life, he broke the social morays of staid British sexuality with his gay lifestyle.

Some dim-bulbs on IMdB have criticized the film for forcing them to endure his terrible, tragic second half of life, that included sex scandal, arrest, and chemical castration by the government he worked assiduously to save.

The film is also strengthened by the performers who re-enact Turing and his psychiatrist, Franz Greenbaum. With many moments of fraught faces, we have a definitive portrait of anguish.

Ed Stoppard and Henry Goodman give masterful performances. They regard each other perfectly as patient and doctor, later as friends. Goodman’s paternal father figure looks with pain upon Stoppard’s victim of cruel treatment.

Their looks make the re-enacting of Greenbaum’s medical journals quite compelling.

The film is fleshed out with interviews from Greenbaum’s now elderly daughters who knew Turing and his coworkers in breaking the Nazi code.

What you have here is a powerful indictment of how governments abuse and use people ruthlessly. In many ways this documentary is far more fascinating than the tale of the man who invented computers in the Imitation Game.


Rondo Speaks with ‘F’ Tongue

DATELINE: Rondo’s Indiscretion


Rajon Rondo has gone too far, but it is symptomatic of some men under pressure. Lately he issued a statement he meant no offense to gay people with his tirade on court, on television, for lip readers everywhere to parse.

A suspension followed the Rondolian Death Stare at referee Bill Kennedy in Mexico. In case people did not know why, Bill Kennedy came out of the closet as an “open” gay man, and Rondo was accused of using slurs to demean the long-time referee.

Gay slurs had been a bugaboo of the NBA for years—but had largely disappeared until this latest flap. Of all the gin joints in all the world, Rondo had to use “fag” in his vocabulary in Mexico City, not meaning Brit cigarettes.

Most men who resort to that sort of rage and homophobia usually harbor some inner feelings that make them Nervous Nellies. Imagine having to apply that standard to Rondo. Of all the matters we observed over his years in Boston, we never thought that (tongue firmly in cheek).

We made a cottage industry out of suggesting—nay, labeling Rondo, year after year—as a member of the Unofficial Friends of Dorothy group.  There, we said it. No more hiding between the lines or in the subtle nuances of ambiance.

We always thought of Rondo as a little light headed when it came to the big men. We might also mention he was always a flight risk in his sneakers, as if they were too light to be real loafers.  How often have we learned that the biggest homophobes harbor the deepest worries.

We tried to tie Rondo to so many big men in the game that we have lost track of all those we may have stuck with voodoo pins. It was only Rondo we tried to pin down.

Now, Rondo’s “spokesperson” denied he ever spoke a slur about a gay person. In some ways, we think it true, but like the notorious “n” word among black men, the fairy word seems to roll trippingly off the lips among gay men. Rondo forgot himself.

We hate to end four books on Rondo with a charge of a hate crime, but if you hate, you likely commit the crime privately. We are sorry Rondo has fallen into the hottest of scalding waters, but he can right the ship by admitting he was merely calling one of his kinsmen by his favorite label.