Prior to beginning this post, I'd like to take this moment to let you know that I proudly stand firmly in who I am! I'd like to dedicate this "return" to my mom, Wanda Marie Young, who departed this life on March 6, 2015. Thank you for encouraging me at a very young age to read and write all that I can, for gifting me with loads of magazine subscriptions in my teen years and for teaching me the importance of allowing history to guide rather then hinder your way. You've always respected me as a writer and I'll continue to pen the lives of those who are absent and silent until my time to join you has come.
The past 21 months have been one helluva rollercoaster for me. Hard to believe but this is my first blog post since April of 2015. A laundry list of things happened to me over the past (almost) two years including the sudden passing of my mother, the lost of other loved ones (including saying "goodbye" to some long-cherished friendships), a hard-hitting mental illness diagnosis, a reevaluation of my own career and educational choices, celebrating friends' academic, career and personal accomplishments, the end of a long-term romantic relationship, accepting an adjunct faculty position (yup, I have two jobs, one part-time and one full-time - I'm trying to save up for a car), financial pitfalls and triumphs, and haulting all forms of art-making. Pretty much, I had a midlife crisis at the sheer age of 35. Other than a reintroduction to the "blogosphere", I felt the need to start off this post in this manner due to the fact that while I've been absent, the presence of people of color in the media has endured and exploded in a unique way.
Within one month, I got to see the following films: Moana
(saw it twice), Fences
, and Hidden Figures
. The last few months of 2016 were filled with lots of screen time with people of color including The Queen of Katwe
and Miss Sharon Jones! (may this SiSTAR rest in beautiful peace).
I also binged watched the series Insecure
(I actually cried after the last episode because I felt like I lost a best friend...Season One is only 8 episodes and I can't wait until Season Two arrives) over the holidays and have plans to do the same for Atlanta
. I'm so excited for tonight's season premiere of Being Mary Jane
and can never miss an original airing of any episodes of Black-ish
I purposely went to see Hidden Figures
opening weekend (and I brought friends) because I want to see this film not only make it's money back tenfold, I want it to be in theatres for a long time for it tells an important untold story from American history. Honestly, I feel like the book should be incorporated into high school curricula. I beg of my readership to please find these films at theatres near you
(please do not obtain bootlegged copies because the wrong hands will get hold of your money) as we need to support those of our community telling our stories. While I understand that taking a family out for a movie outing could cost around $50-60 (which I suggest going to enjoy a lunch or coffee/tea afterwards to discuss what you've seen and save the money on concessions - for your money can be better spent on a more fulfilling meal and experience - I'm also suggesting attending a matinee screening which can save you a few bucks), you're helping to keep these artists and producers employed.
While I was hoping for big wins during Sunday's Golden Globe Awards, I'm more depending on ticket sales to prove to the world that these stories are necessary. If we don't see these films ourselves, then what's the point?! Do we really need accolades to inform our decisions to support media? I really hope not because we'll be in deep trouble as I'm afraid that films like La La Land
are going to sweep every category it's nominated for. BTW, I don't want to spend too much time hating on La La Land
but what I will say is that I saw it and didn't necessarily enjoy it because I find it hard to connect to someone else's nostalgia especially while mine is absent. I want to applaud the film's cinematography and art direction for those elements were beautiful. Also, I thought Ryan Gosling gave a stunning performance.
For a long time, even now, it was rare to see "myself" on screen. While I saw other African-Americans and women, I saw them from the front row of a time machine. It was always from a historical perspective. I'll never forget one of the last conversations I had with my mom prior to becoming my ancestor. We talked about the time when I went to see the film Selma
; I actually went to see it on MLK Day in 2015. She told me a lot about existing during that time, seeing the world through the eyes of a young child (her and my dad were born in the late 1950s). I've always imagined seeing historical events from the perspective of a younger version of myself in real time. What a way to define your identity. This actually might explain why my parents, their parents, THEIR parents and others from my upbringing are so proud of their blackness as they were surrounded by it everyday, whether exposed through troupes or empowering images.
In recalling watching Selma, it took me back to the field trip I took in middle school to see Spike Lee's Malcolm X
. School was closed that day and they rented out an entire movie theatre (it was the Mercury Theatre back in Detroit, which has since closed...it was a two-screen house and we took up every seat). I remember seeing the (seems like) endless sea of black faces on the bus and also seeing a prominent African-American figure's life take shape on screen. I was so moved by Malcolm X's story to where I had to do more research on his life afterwards. Back then, that took the form of going to the library and paging through encyclopedias rather than the quick form of Google, which is available in a millisecond via the cell phones and tablets of today. I remember being so proud to be BLACK! You would think that I would have been able to embrace many more of these experiences given that information is within reach via the ever-evolving technology that I possess within my hands (I always have my iPhone and iPad handy). But alas, it took a film adaptation of Margot Lee Shetterly's book to expose me to the stories of Dorothy Vaughn, Katherine Johnson and Mary Jackson and to pay for subscriptions to HBO, Hulu, Amazon Prime Video and Netflix to get caught up on The Mindy Project
and other series featuring heroines of color. I am also happy that August Wilson adapted his play Fences
for the screen prior to his death. So many people thought that Fences
has always been a film, when in fact it's won Tony Awards and continues to be produced in theatres across the country. I've talked breathlessly about the importance of marrying "multicultural theatre" (I actually teach Fences
in my Theatre and Social Change course) and audiences of color and I'm glad that this relationship is taking shape through this film.
In summary, I couldn't find it deep in my soul to connect with La La Land
because it tells a story that I've heard quite often as whiteness and white history is so much a part of the daily milieu to where many people disbelieve the existence of a white race. And, nostalgia is painful for me because of the absence of the many comforts of my formative years. There's stores and schools that are closed (all but one school that I attended is now closed; and that school, I only attended for a year and a half), people that have passed on, homes I once lived in are no more (each home that I lived in as a child has been vacated and torn down for several years) and memories lost because no one thought to put them to pen and paper. People of privilege don't have to fight hard to access these things as it surrounds all of us constantly, even without permission.
And some may say that I can't come to terms with watching anything mainstream because I'm an "artist." If you give me a good story, I can always find a way to relate to it. One of my favorite films of 2016 happens to be Bridget Jones's Baby
, which stars Renee Zellweger playing an almost middle-aged woman living in the U.K.
Now, you may wonder why I titled this post in the matter that I did. I strongly believe that if it were up to Trump, he'd either ship us all back to (what he thinks are) our origin countries or just re institute slavery. I'll let you know RIGHT NOW that I'd make a horrible slave because I rarely did chores as a kid and I fight back! Him and his "followers" have plans to erase everything that has made our country already great. And for those who know me well know that I'm a HUGE fan of Stephen Colbert, "trumpiness" (2015) is a take on his coined term "truthiness" (2005) where trumpiness does not even have to feel "true." We need to prove that WE are all "true" and that we will TRUMP all over the incoming Presidential Administration!
In the age of "Trump," I ask all of you, every single person in a marginalized community (which is practically everyone I know...even if they cease to acknowledge that) to please make the most of the next four years and live in your truths. Don't be ashamed of who you are. Be as quirky as you wanna be. Don't apologize for yearning more and for embracing your cultural heritage - those bestowed upon you by your "families", birth and chosen. Be who you are because no one else can do the job better than you! Educate others while enriching your own experiences. Expose yourself and your friends to new things - movies, food, languages, and places. I trust that our world will be given to us before we know it! The media of our people is creating a new universe and we must be prepared to exist in it tenaciously.
BTW, two of the films that I mention in this post were produced and distributed by Disney. Thank you Disney for believing that we (women of color) can be chiefs, princesses, and conquerors of our own destinies. And, please read more about the renaissance
in African-American media.