The Decline and Fall of “The Andy Griffith Show”

The Decline and Fall of “The Andy Griffith Show”

The Mayberry that we see in the first few seasons of The Andy Griffith Show is systematically undermined, desecrated, and destroyed by the iconoclasm of sixties’ ideological hedonism…

Believe it or not, I had never heard of Andy Griffith until I was forty years old. For some reason, The Andy Griffith Show had never made an impact on British television; at least, I have no recollection of ever seeing it, unlike other American sitcoms which had formed part of the backdrop to my childhood, such as Bewitched and Here’s Lucy. It was not until I moved to the United States in 2001 that the existence of The Andy Griffith Show dawned on my consciousness, at which point I became aware that it held an affectionate and nostalgic place in the hearts of many Americans. Even then, I never really watched it until my wife introduced it into our family as “safe” and acceptable viewing for our children. And it was only over the past few weeks, while watching several episodes with our nine-year-old daughter, that I have come to realize that this iconic expression of American culture is not as “safe” or wholesome as I had thought.

The problem lies in the fact that the Mayberry that we see in the first few seasons is systematically undermined so that by the seventh and eighth seasons it has ceased to exist in all but the dereliction of its name, the iconic image of idyllic and idealized small-town America having been desecrated and destroyed by the iconoclasm of sixties’ ideological hedonism. What is presented over the eight years and more than 200 episodes is the demise of Mayberry and all that it represents. What we witness and experience is its decay and disintegration, and ultimately its death. This was brought home to me after I watched several episodes from the first season, in which I basked in the almost prelapsarian warmth of the benign sun that shines forth on the idealized simplicity of the small and beautiful world in which Sheriff Andy Taylor lives, and then, immediately afterwards, I watched an episode from the seventh season in which the ideal had been swept away by sixties “progressive” preachiness. In this later episode the simple but sagacious Sheriff of earlier seasons has become an emasculated shadow of his former self, passively embracing the feminist modernism of the female protagonist as she undermines traditional values at Mayberry’s high school, encouraging her students to usher in the forthcoming summer of “love,” which would lead to the loveless loneliness of postmodernist alienation. And thus the timeless moral verities that had formed the solid foundation of Mayberry had succumbed to the quicksand quagmire of relativism, sinking without trace into the desert of the urbanized wasteland. And all with Sheriff Andy’s approval.

Being moved to contemplation by this disconcerting experience, I found myself comparing the idealized world of Mayberry with the idealized world of Hobbiton, the home of Bilbo and Frodo Baggins in Tolkien’s mythical Shire. It seems to me that Mayberry and Hobbiton move our minds and touch our hearts in similar ways. They are places in which our exiled hearts can feel at home. They show us an ideal to which the better part of ourselves wishes to aspire, an inkling of a perfection to which, paradoxically, all our imperfections point, the latter being merely the perceived lack of the former.

Helen Crump, small-town teacher and destroyer of traditional values

There is, however, a crucial difference between Sheriff Andy’s Mayberry and Frodo Baggins’ Hobbiton. Whereas Mayberry suffers the scourge of modernism, succumbing to its sweet-tasting poison and thereby ceasing to be, the Shire suffers the same modernist scourge but is scoured and restored to health. After the hobbits return home from their quest, they discover that their beloved homeland had succumbed to industrialization and the crass materialism and big government socialism that is its consequence. Instead of capitulating and moving with the times, as does Sheriff Andy, they fight with indomitable courage to defeat the modernist enemy and to heal the culture which had been contaminated by it. The Shire is scoured; it is cleansed and purged.

And this is perhaps the lesson that we can learn from the decline and fall of Mayberry, as distinct from the death and resurrection of the Shire. The process of decay leads to death, and if we believe that there is nothing but decay we can expect nothing but death. This is the deadly price of decadence. If, however, we believe that the very heart of life is love, and that love is inseparable from a dying to ourselves, we will see that this sort of death always leads to resurrection. If we truly learn to love our neighbours and to love our neighbourhoods, laying down our lives for them in the spiritual death which is the essence of love, we can scour the Shire and rekindle the vision of human dignity which makes Mayberry feel like home. If we truly wish to make America great, we need to love her back to life.


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3 comments on “The Decline and Fall of “The Andy Griffith Show”

  1. Opie Taylor: Then Miss Crump took a banana and held it up like this and got this balloon, and …

    Gomer: Shazam!

  2. Rock Hudson: I’m sure Gomer can explain it to Opie. If not, Floyd can.

    Mike Brady: Carol! We may have a problem on our hands….

    Ward Cleaver: Now, Beaver, are there any odd PhysEd teachers or coaches at school who spend too much time lingering around the showers in the locker room, using the excuse to hand out towels and soap, who seem to be sneaking a peek at any of the boys?

    Beaver: Well, gee, now that you mention it…

    Deputy Barney Fife: Well, Andy, we could always tell Aunt Bee we had car trouble on the way back from Raleigh…

    Opie: Barney and Paw went out with the fun girls last night.
    You know, Aunt Bee, being exposed to a trivialization of fornication and the swinger lifestyle at such a young age has affected me so much, I’m thinkin’ I’ll make an anti-Catholic film for the Illuminati when I grow up, blaming the Church for suppressing gnosticism and the sacred feminine…

    Opie: But first I’m going to be in a cool movie about teenagers cruising around town in cars playing the radio on the last night of summer before they go to college.

    John Milner: Then why mess up a fine career by fooling around with that anti-Catholic occult stuff?

    Richard: You realize how crazy that sounds when we could have made a sequel to American Graffiti with Suzanne Somers.

    Toad: He’s right, Opie. Just think how much we could make from the Thunderbird commercials alone.

    The Wolfman: The Da Vinci Code?

    Joe: Now you’re gonna be a big movie star in Jaws and Close Encounters. Why would he fool around with that Da Vinci Code stuff when he could make another film with the Pharaohs?

    Richard: Maybe Opie doesn’t like car movies?

    Joe: I just can’t believe that.

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