I freed a thousand slaves. I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves. --Harriet Tubman There are a lot of people that, if someone told them they were black, they'd probably jump out of a plate glass window to their deaths.
Tonight I was watching the show Nightline and their coverage of the theater shooting in Colorado. They had a story of two black men who were heroes, helping women with their children escape from the theater to safety. Then, while still talking about the tragedy, Diane Sawyer talked about the 7 year-old autistic girl who, earlier this week, was out on top of an air conditioner who fell into the waiting arms of a bus driver below, another black man, named Steven St Bernard.
Diane Sawyer spoke about a man named Phil Zimbardo, head of the Heroic Imagination Project. He did a study that, though unpublished, yielded some preliminary findings that gave me a feeling of pride. For example, people in cities were more likely to be reported taking heroic action then those living in rural areas. But what made me feel good was hearing that Black people were 8 times more likely to have done heroic deeds than caucasians, and Hispanic men- not women , were 2 times more likely than caucasians.
How come? That segment of the show ended right there, with no explanation.
This requires further review, for a future blog entry.
-- Justin Simien doesn't mind the possible comparisons to Spike Lee. Since the recent release of the trailer for his film Dear White People,
a satire about black students' experience at PWIs (Predominantly White
Institutions), many have noted the similarities between its take on race
relations and Lee's own joints. (The clip already has more than 600,000
views on YouTube and has raised more than $41,400 on Indiegogo, surpassing its $25,000 fundraising goal.)
But, Simien says, the film is not just about race. "The movie to me
is really about what it means to your identity when you are a thing that
everyone around you has a preconception about," he explained. "And how
that can really limit you, your potential, and in some ways, honestly,
help you find yourself."
Simien used his own college years as inspiration, with the first few
drafts culled from experiences such as when his suitemate was
disappointed that the filmmaker couldn't teach him how to Crip Walk, or
how people were obsessed with his hair. He talked with The Rootabout how Dear White People came to life and how he hopes it will spark much-needed cross-cultural conversations. The Root: Why do you think it's so important for a movie like yours to be released now?
TR:What was your character development process like? JS: There was always [characters like] a Sam, a
Coco, a Troy and a Lionel ever since I started writing the script in
2005. It's really hard for me as a writer to really talk about any major
topics, such as identity, from one point of view. So, I love ensemble
movies -- Do the Right Thing, Election, The Royal Tenenbaums and Insane.
Those movies are such an inspiration to me because you see this one
thing dissected from all these different points of [view]. Sam, her
voice was definitely developed through the Twitter account @DearWhitePeople;
that's where I really honed her in a little bit as a funny,
Angela-Davis-Malcolm X-Huey-Lisa-Bonet-type of amalgamation [laughs].
The other characters were culled from people I knew and experiences that
I had personally. TR: How has the film changed since you wrote it in 2005?
JS: When I first started writing it, I was fresh
out of film school. I don't think I was a strong enough writer to write
a script like this. At the time, it was called Two Percent …
and it was just a series of episodes. Myself and the other producers all
met in writers' groups where I was working on some version of it.
That's where we all became friends and decided to do this project
together. It really wasn't until two years ago when I felt a sense of
urgency about it all of a sudden. We then took it to a workshop and did
it with actors -- that was such a profound moment because I think we all
heard it for the first time and were like, "Wow, this is the movie,
this is a real story and it works." Jade O. Earle is an editorial intern at The Root.
I'm on the train this morning headed to work, and this older white-haired lady is staring at me either like she had never seen ablack man before or she was afraid I might beat her up. I don't know what kind of look I had on my face (though most people say I always look pissed off until I smile), but the young man who was sitting with her smiled at me and said :
"Sorry for the stares, sir. This is my grandmother's first time outside of Finland. She's only seen black people for the first time this morning when I picked her up at the airport."
So, about an hour ago I'm in the elevator at work heading down stairs, and a white guy and 2 white women get on at the 5th floor. The white guy looks at me like he knows me and smiles and says hi, and I say hi back. Then he says:
"Oh, I'm sorry, you look like Will." In this building of maybe 1,000 people, there are about 7 black men. Before I could open my mouth, one of the women says :
"Will, you're in my Diversity meetings.We meet every tuesday afternoon on Diversity projects!"
My response:
"Will is about 6'3" and tall and lean,and light-complextioned and wears glasses. And in his 20s. I'm 5'8" and I'm not lean,I'm dark skinned and I don't wear glasses. And I'm in my 40s. We look as different as night and day. If you think we look alike, then I don't even know what to say."
They all gave me that blank look of awkwardness, like they couldn't wait to get to the first floor to get away from me since I embarrassed them. I'm sure the rest of the elevator ride was uncomfortable for them, but I didn't care.
The situation reminds me of an episode on Good Times where JJ was accused of robbery, as he fit the description of the criminal, but when the criminal was discovered, it was a young, very short, fat black boy, and the cops told Florida and James "it was an honest error. Anyone would have made that mistake."
15 August 2011
i miss these things.
seeing more than 5 black people per week
taking my nephew for drives every other weekend
seeing my mother every other weekend as well
listening to tom joyner in the morning on the radio while getting ready for work
making love to the same woman multiple times per week
her scent on my pillow
hangin with my friend Jeff and catching a movie
baking cakes for my department and the cakes being devoured within 30 minutes
seeing more than 5 black people per week
the African World Fests every summer in Milwaukee
the Arab World Fests every summer in Milwaukee as well
having my family to rely on when my friends are busy and it's the weekend
turning on the radio and hearing Jill Scott, Luther Vandross, Anthony Hamilton and D' Angelo and others of that genre
taking the train to work in DC
having too many friends to hang out with.
not having to call 50 people to see what they have planned for the weekend and having only one person respond
driving with my friend Henry to atlantic city every payday friday
seeing more than 5 black people per week
being in love
being happy
i think i even miss the snow, even though I remember hating it. but at least i was with family
having social things in common with the people I meet
happy hour with friends after work
knowing every one in the gym and the ease with which I made new friends
making love to the same woman multiple times per week
First of all, I love GOD. Proud Christian here! I love the smell of baked goods, seeing dads with their sons at the barbershop, couples walking down the street holding hands, I love my friends and their kids and their dogs and cats and my cats. I love poetry, jazz, old school R&B, Hip hop, Gospel, House, architecture, writing, and baking. I love compliments about my baking, I love Paris, Scarborough Ontario, Latino culture, nappy hair, and the sound of kids laughing. The first thing I do every morning after I crawl out of bed is get on my knees to thank God for letting me see another day. I invite you to join me on this journey on this thing called Life, where you might laugh, cry, and perhaps be enlightened along the way! I might be enlightened as well, based on your responses to my posts. For collaborations: daij62@gmail.com