Ike and Tina: A Second-Hand Indignation

Amanda Nazario tries to reconcile the legendary musical talent of Ike Turner with what is known about his vicious history of domestic violence.

HERE IS HOW the fight started: “I Idolize You,” by Ike and Tina Turner, came on inside the bar, a place where we were lingering longer than our friends because it was raining out and we, unlike them, didn’t have little kids to go home to. We smiled at each other in our booth, enjoying the song, and each took a sip from our bottles of beer. “It’s really too bad,” he told me. “You smack Tina Turner around a couple of times and everyone forgets what a genius you are.”

I made a face. I understood what a fan Matt was (is) of Ike Turner’s music; I knew too that Turner’s legacy of songs is redoubtable. Lastly, I knew he was ninety percent just trying to be funny, probably repeating something he’d heard years ago. But it was said in the character of someone willfully ignorant of domestic violence, someone who sympathized with Tina’s husband so much that he might have been the one to smack her around. I said, “I don’t like that. Don’t say that.”

“I just think it’s unfair,” he continued. “All these people saw that one stupid movie and they just know him as a wife beater, not a musician.”

“The movie was relatable to millions of people who’ve gone through that themselves though,” I said.

“I know, but people now don’t even know who he was besides that.”

What Matt objected to was the nation’s ignorance about the history of rock ‘n’ roll—not any idea that violence against women is exaggerated, or that its perpetrators should be let off. Even so it bothered me to hear this from my boyfriend, who is caring and peaceable and whom I adore, not to say ‘idolize.’ It seemed like he absolved Ike of the beatings because he liked Ike’s music and didn’t like Tina’s super-famous solo records from the Eighties. So I defended the film What’s Love Got to Do With It, which I’d never seen.

My not having seen the movie gave me a shakier foothold in our argument than I would have liked; he could maintain that it was stupid and I couldn’t disagree. But my main point, actually a formula, remained airtight: Where x equals people who have been beaten up by their husband/lover and y equals people who give a shit about Phil Spector, is greater than y. His position, a testament to how important music is to him, was that the statistic should be reversed. Mine was, Well it isn’t, so suck it up. Even in my anger I realized that this was one of the first serious arguments I’d ever had with a person, face to face, about feminism. I also knew, however drunkenly and awkwardly my case was being made, that I was right.

No doubt he was confused that this offhand remark should upset me so much. The legend of Ike Turner’s abuse is firmly ingrained in the consciousness of hip people; Matt almost might as well have told the one about Helen Keller and the waffle iron. I’ve always laughed at the Ike Turner joke that ends with “battered chicken”; I would later check out clips from What’s Love Got to Do With It on YouTube, and enjoy its biopickish melodrama. Laurence Fishburne glaring past the wall-of-sound orchestra from the couch, the next beating brewing inside him like a tempest, while Angela Bassett, triumphant, records “River Deep, Mountain High” without him. The two of them kicking and punching each other in the back of their limo, without damage to her clean white suit. The line, “Anna, you can’t keep hiding black eyes from us, pretending nothing’s happening! We know!” But that night, I couldn’t bear that anyone might feel this way, might say Ike Turner was wrongly condemned as a wifebeater when that’s exactly what he was.

We were in a stalemate, so we finished our beers silently and, by the time the next round came, had changed the subject. The idea still rankled, though. Were strict music fans like him so myopic as to consider themselves an oppressed group on par with the victims of spousal abuse? Did certain men’s fascination with R&B from the Fifties and Sixties also betray their fondness for the gender politics of that era, and was he one of those men? (No, I thought, but maybe he wasn’t above cozying up to them.) Most likely this was just another instance where men could claim women didn’t understand them, and vice versa. Not so disturbing, until my refusal to buy into Matt’s complaint meant that I, due to being a woman, didn’t appreciate music. Or, more accurately, I didn’t appreciate music enough because I seemed to believe that not hitting a woman was more important than making a record.

I live happily in a time and place where most people see me as everything I am, not merely female. I write and publish and get to explore my love of music by collecting it and working as a DJ. I hold myself to high standards; a bad segue or a record accidentally played at the wrong speed have fueled sleepless nights. In my circumstances, I don’t think I’m a perfectionist because I need to try that much harder to compete with men—I’m lucky to have been given a level playing field on which anyone needs to be a perfectionist, regardless of gender, in order to succeed. If Matt gets hired for more DJ gigs than I do and makes more money at them, maybe it’s because he has more experience, knows more people who might hire him, knows his market a little better. Maybe it’s because he’s just better at it than me. It’s not because my gender commands less respect than his. At least, that’s what I tell myself, because to imagine otherwise might break my heart.

Tina Turner, the former Anna Mae Bullock whose husband changed her name and micromanaged her career for decades, is so unlike me that I almost feel comfortable mocking her from my perch. Except that it’s not much of one. I don’t have an abusive husband, but hell, I also barely have a career. Just last week Matt and I were talking about the Ike and Tina song “It’s Gonna Work Out Fine,” which Ike didn’t actually sing—for reasons unknown, guitar legend Mickey Baker filled in for him and gave him the credit. I wondered aloud if this was because Tina and Ike were fighting too gruesomely to be in the same room together that day. “But it’s OK,” I joked, “I’m sure Mickey beat her up too.” Matt laughed, but was my joke sour grapes? Or, did I sacrifice womankind in that moment just to make him laugh? I’m tempted to say that given Baker’s own ex-pimp reputation, it may have been true—and there I’d be throwing Mickey Baker under the bus instead.

In considering all this, I’ve found comfort in two different notions that I keep revisiting. First: artistic talent, as it applies to an artistic career, is a false construct. Having talent means next to nothing; what you need is the combination of talent and hustle, plus that intangible moment in time when the world receives you. Ike Turner had that in the Fifties. Tina had it more in the Eighties. Though it may be fun to debate whether “Rocket 88” is a better song than “Private Dancer,” the question of whodeserves more fame is moot. Personal taste varies infinitely, and we’re free to love or hate any art we choose to. We may grouse about who gets famous for it, but it’s still the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame, not the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Quality.

Second: someone’s art, if done correctly, expresses the beautiful part of them, no matter what terrible things they’ve done. It’s sad to find out about the misogynistic, violent, or otherwise evil side of someone whose music you love, but often you’re able to keep loving the music anyway. Often you can’t un-love it even if you try. There are plenty of Ike Turner fans who know he was an abusive fucker—proportionately more than the fans of Jackson Browne, Axl Rose, Bing Crosby, and way too many others, but it’s true for those guys too—and can say, “Wow, I’m sorry he was such a prick, because this is an incredible song.” There’s something godlike about that, about being able to admire one thing and vehemently reject another in the same person. Because after all, he’s only a person.

I still think it’s fine for Turner to be identified foremost as The Guy Who Beat Up His Wife. Maybe it’s too bad that this object-lesson wasn’t made of a lesser music figure, meaning someone whose output wasn’t as good or who didn’t shape the landscape of popular music as much, but that problem is a minor one at best. That thing people say, the thing my boyfriend said, about beating Tina up is bullshit, and for one more reason: not only does it discount the years of terrifying abuse Ike inflicted on her, it suggests that he’d have gotten away with it if he’d chosen a different woman. If you’re going to attack your lady friend and send her to the hospital, just make sure she isn’t Tina Turner—one of the toughest people in the history of showbusiness—and your name will remain unsullied. This is not a compliment to her so much as an insult against the rest of us. I mean all of us, regardless of race, nationality, privilege, fame, talent, toughness, or the degree of love we receive.

Since the disagreement began, several months ago, I’ve struggled with many ideas and am dismayed to find that the more I think of them, the less satisfied I am. But it didn’t end badly for us that night after we left the bar. It was still raining when we got into the cab that would take us home. Beads of water, lit by the traffic lights, trembled outside and I leaned sideways to put my cheek against the window. “Honey,” Matt said, “Listen, I’m sorry I said that about Ike Turner.”

His sincerity raised a lump in my throat; I reached for his hand. “It’s okay,” I told him, and it really was. He didn’t take his shoe off and bludgeon me with it, and not for a second did I want to scratch at his eyes or kick him in the nuts to defend myself. In fact I felt grateful, not for the first time, to be with someone who would never hurt me.

 

Originally appeared at The Weeklings

 

ABOUT AMANDA NAZARIO

Amanda Nazario is a writer, radio host, and dog walker living in Jersey City, NJ. Her stories and essays have been published in Harpur Palate, failbetter, Alligator Juniper, New South, Guernica, and other journals. She is currently working on a novel.

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Comments

  1. Amanda,,,I grew up during this era and frankly Ike Turner, for all of his faults, was used by the feminist movement, by Tina Turner and by Oprah to push various agendas. He was used as a rallying cry, much like some have tried to use Chris Brown and others the same way, to fire up the base and raise money for the cause.Who are you or I to say that someone doesn’t deserve forgiveness.

    If you or I desire we can easily find plenty of examples of women behaving just as badly as Ike Turner and worse. And we now know that at the same time women were complaining about dv and rape they were also committing like crimes. The only difference is these women are protected and Ike was not

    .Furthermore,Ike Turner was also used as a tool to bludgeon all men and to make all men, innocent or not,(in particular, blackmen) feel like they were Ike Turner. Who are these people who think that they possess some kind of omnipotent moral authority as if they breathe life into humanity? Who are these people who act as if only certain folks, that they approve of, should be granted forgiveness while others are permanently ostracized? Should I not forgive my own alcoholic and abusive mother?

    These are some of the many reasons that feminism is not trusted. Ike, like all of was is imperfect. Such is the cost of humanity.When we stop forgiving each other humanity is lost, Let Ike rest in peace. He isn’t troubling anyone anymore.

    • Almost all domestic violence, by pure statistic, is perpetrated by men. Men are capable of breaking bones, disfiguring, disabling and killing women in ways women are not capable of doing to most men. Again, by pure statistic, most women use violence in relationships as a means to rebut violence, not as a means of control, domination or terrorism. There are exceptions. But the women’s movement does NOT (and never has) painted all men as domestic abusers. It has pointed out the abject imbalance of power in male-female relationships and its costs to society. Forgiveness is something we can give individually; it is not women’s responsibility to forgive on-going mis-use of power .

  2. Terry Washington says:

    Whilst i won’t condone Ike Turner’s abuse of his wife, I think he was(just as Chris Brown vis a vis Rihanna is nowadays or “Mister” was in the film version of “The Colour Purple”) made the “poster boy” for spousal abuse( as if only African American men beat their wives).

    Terry

  3. Edgar…The effectiveness of your argument is hampered by the narrowness of your perspective.

  4. Edgar…If one were to expand the net that is typically cast into the waters of this discussion, a very different picture of abuse settles into view. Let’s, for a moment, widen the definition of DV ( we will deal with rape later) to include woman on woman violence and woman to child abuses.

    Once that is done, the efficacy of your argument is fundamentally challenged in ways that can’t simply be blown off by announcing some oft repeated feminists talking points. Rape and dv among lesbians is the same as in every other demographic group in America. So, lesbians and children and men are victims of chronic female violence.

    This is a widely held view that most mainstream feminists are reluctant to openly discuss with the same verve as they discuss dv that happens to them. DV and rape are not a gender problem, it is a human problem. Where in the hell in the leadership on these issues from feminists?

  5. Terry…I felt that way years ago, that the mainstream media turned it into a racial thing and there is evidence to support such a contention. Nonetheless, a page has been turned and all men have been victimized, for the benefit of the feminists movement and for the media to make money. Understand that lesbians were asking questions about dv and rape in their communities as early as the 70’s, but their leaders lacked the courage to push the issue. They have yet to find that courage, but it must be said they are leaps and bounds in front of straight women.

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