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Taxi Dri­ver and the fright­en­ing truth about our cur­rent polit­i­cal climate

19 Feb 2015

Man with bloody face and distressed expression, standing against a red and textured background.
Man with bloody face and distressed expression, standing against a red and textured background.
Is the alt-right giv­ing rise to a new gen­er­a­tion of Travis Bickles?

One of the many virtues of Mar­tin Scorsese’s Taxi Dri­ver is how acute­ly it cap­tures the era in which it was made. Released in 1976, both the Viet­nam War and the Water­gate scan­dal were still fresh in the minds of the Amer­i­can peo­ple, with the over­rid­ing sense of dis­en­fran­chise­ment and dis­trust of the polit­i­cal estab­lish­ment reflect­ed in the cyn­i­cal way in which can­di­date Sen­a­tor Palantine’s pres­i­den­tial cam­paign is depict­ed. The econ­o­my was in the dol­drums, with New York City only nar­row­ly avoid­ing bank­rupt­cy the pre­vi­ous year.

Crime rates were up, con­tribut­ing to the sense that the city was suf­fer­ing an urban malaise, char­ac­terised by the pimps, pros­ti­tutes, push­ers and pet­ty crim­i­nals who pop­u­late the streets in Scorsese’s film, and exac­er­bat­ed by the moun­tains of uncol­lect­ed trash piles left behind due to the garbage strike that was ongo­ing dur­ing the film’s shoot. Added to this, the attempt­ed assas­si­na­tion in the film’s finale evoked painful mem­o­ries of the pub­lic killings of Mar­tin Luther King Jr, John and Robert Kennedy, and oth­er famous figures.

Anoth­er of Taxi Driver’s virtues is how time­less a char­ac­ter Robert De Niro’s Travis Bick­le is. An iso­lat­ed, aim­less insom­ni­ac lon­er, he takes the job of a night-time cab­bie in order to give him some­thing to as much as any­thing else. Although a cause for his dete­ri­o­rat­ing men­tal state is hint­ed at through the ear­ly rev­e­la­tion that he is a Viet­nam vet, there’s no explic­it assump­tion that all of his behav­iour can be explained by post-trau­mat­ic stress. Instead, we get the sense that Travis has always been pre­dis­posed to be detached and resent­ful towards the rest of society.

If Travis was sup­plant­ed into the 21st cen­tu­ry, he’d be exact­ly the kind of dis­af­fect­ed, angry young man who open to rad­i­cal­i­sa­tion by the alt-right. There are hints through­out of Travis’ racism, albeit of a more instinc­tive, sub­con­scious man­ner than the more thor­ough ide­alised the­o­ries preached by white suprema­cist move­ments. He is for­ev­er being dis­tract­ed by the pres­ence of black peo­ple, whether those on the streets whom he eyes with dis­gust from the driver’s seat of his cab, or those sim­ply sat among the cus­tomers at a diner.

A man with sunglasses sitting in the driver's seat of a yellow taxi cab.

In a key scene that helps inspire Travis towards buy­ing the guns that will lat­er give him a pur­pose, a pas­sen­ger intent on shoot­ing his unfaith­ful wife he (played by Scors­ese him­self in a brief but haunt­ing cameo) uses the N‑word to iden­ti­fy the man who has cuck­old­ed him. It’s no coin­ci­dence that, lat­er on, the first man Travis kills after pur­chas­ing the weapons – a stranger who attempts to rob a local con­ve­nience store – is black.

It’s not just the racist thoughts he har­bours that makes Travis so dan­ger­ous, and which would today mark him as some­one sus­cep­ti­ble to alt-right pro­pa­gan­da – it’s the fact that he’s so des­per­ate to act out his hate­ful feel­ings. I just wan­na go out and real­ly… real­ly do some­thing. I real­ly wan­na… I got some bad ideas in my head,” he inar­tic­u­late­ly attempts to explain to anoth­er char­ac­ter. We get a vivid sense of these dark thoughts via the jour­nal he keeps (expressed via a voiceover): All the ani­mals come out at night – whores, skunk pussies, bug­gers, queens, fairies, dop­ers, junkies, sick venal.”

It almost sounds like a check­list of the minor­i­ty groups America’s alt-right so reviles. Some­day a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets,” he con­tin­ues. Lat­er he takes it upon itself to be that aveng­ing rain: Lis­ten, you fuck­ers, you screw­heads – here is a man who would not take it any­more. A man who stood up to the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.”

Despite being a lon­er who fails to make a human con­nec­tion with any­one, the fact that Travis feels the urge to express him­self via a jour­nal sug­gests that, if he exist­ed today, the inter­net would pro­vide him with an out­let – espe­cial­ly the forums and sub­red­dits which com­prise the dark­er cor­ners of the web, where such angry, mar­gin­alised men (who often per­ceive them­selves as unjust­ly spurned by women, just as Travis feels towards the object of his desire, Bet­sy) are groomed by alt-right extrem­ists.

As in the des­per­ate polit­i­cal land­scape of the 1970s, there are Travis Bick­les out there in 2017 – only now they are being brought togeth­er and rad­i­calised on the inter­net, and val­i­dat­ed by those at the high­est lev­el of pow­er in the White House. And as the vio­lent end­ing of Taxi Dri­ver attests, when Travis takes it upon him­self to mur­der three men in an act of right­eous vig­i­lan­tism, such odi­ous ide­ol­o­gy, if tak­en to its log­i­cal con­clu­sion, will always result in bit­ter, hate­ful bloodshed.

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