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Reasons why I’m excited for “Dear White People:”
- Black actors portraying 3-dimensional characters
- Honest social commentary
- Targeted to the college age demographic
- Thorough exploration of the various forms of racism in America
- Tessa Thompson’s voice and Tyler William’s afro wig
Reasons why I’m not excited for “Dear White People:”
- White people calling it racist
- Mainstream media agreeing with the white people calling it racist
I haven’t heard anyone call it racist.
Come to think of it, I haven’t heard anything about ‘Dear White People' at all outside of Tumblr, which is worse. Because that means it's being ignored.
Hmm… If that’s the case, I can’t wait to see it!
So, I went to YouTube to find a trailer to link you guys to and, Oh. My. God! There’s one entry titled, “Bigoted, Divisive, Black Supremacist, Movie Titled ‘Dear White People’”. I wish I was kidding. :\
"Black Supremacist"? Really? Why can’t stupid people just shut the fuck up? (sorry about the f bomb)
Dear White People,
"Black Empowerment" does not mean supremacy. No one is trying to take things away from you. No one is trying to say black folks are better than white folks. Though, with the stupid racist ranting going on over this film, you aren’t helping your argument any. - adignorantium
This goes to everybody. Though I suspect black folks already know this. When someone is telling their story, their experience, their truth, it takes nothing away from you. In fact, chances are, it has nothing to do with you personally.. Maybe, just maybe, if you listen closely you just might learn something.
Let’s support this film and encourage more like it.
The thing I remember most about that Warm and Beautiful Day in September is people’s unconditional willingness to help one another.
I spent most of the day today trying to come up with something brilliant as a tribute to the memory of the many lives lost in, and those affected by, the 2001 terrorist attacks. I wanted to say something about America’s resilience. But looking back at the past four years of childish political posturing, and the increasing frequency of racist violence perpetrated by those entrusted to protect and serve, it’s hard to imagine that we ever all stood together as one United States.
But we did! I saw it with my own two eyes. People with absolutely nothing offered total strangers food to eat, a place to get cleaned up and rest, or just a safe place to sleep for the night. In my own city, which was not directly affected, everyday people did whatever they could. Some traveled to affected areas to join the rescue effort. These were everyday heroes.
Then on September 13th, just Two Days Later, Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson appeared on The 700 Club and claimed that God smote America because of all the “Pagans, Abortionists, Atheists, Feminists, Gays, and Lesbians, the ACLU, and People for the American Way”. What a vile, evil thing for two purported men of God to say.
Why must Americans be so ugly to one another every chance we get?
For a few months following the September 11th attacks, most of us stood together and pitched in where we could. We did it because we cared. We did it to help heal the open wound. We did it because it was the right thing to do.
But why does it have to take a tragedy for us to treat each other like human beings?
Everyone is angry.
I’m sure you’ve noticed.
Angrier than usual
We’re all talking.
The volume increases.
The cacophony fades
into the background
as we scream
to be heard.
It’s almost like
in some alternate
created by Springer
Four decades and Marvin Gaye’s classic is as relevant today, if not more so, as it was on it’s release in 1971.
What happened to the Hippies, the “Peace and Love” generation that was supposed to save the world? Oh, right. Hippies became Yuppies.
I’ll never forget that night. The air was electric with excitement! We had done it. We had achieved something that I never, in my lifetime, thought was achievable. The one image that sticks in my mind is the close up of Jesse Jackson with tears in his eyes. It was what Oprah would have called my “Aha Moment”. It was an instant when suddenly everything clicked into place and I got it. I understood the idea of representation. Here were people who had worked all their lives just to have a seat at the table. Their moment had come. There was a feeling that things were about to change, that everything was possible. We were dancing in the streets!
How could I have been so naive?
If anything, things got worse. I might have…