Chadwick Boseman and these times

Happened to see the death notice of Chadwick Boseman on Facebook, age 43, colon cancer, but had to search right where I stood for outside reportage about it because the news did not seem real.  It was shocking enough when Black Panther dissolved in the Snap, but at least he came back in Endgame. . . only to die of cancer. I had respected Boseman’s performances especially in as James Brown and before that as Jackie Robinson in 42. Now he is gone at 43.

It may say something that my first (conscious) reaction is worry about how this will hurt the Marvel Cinematic Universe.  And who will they get to be the new king of Wakanda ? But I had to shake this off as embarrassing preoccupation with something that might be childish.  Even though I respect anything that is well done. The MCU had added up to something in scope and execution.  There might be even less enthusiasm about the next planned phase of Marvel films, since they had peaked.  But Black Panther II and the next Spider-man were most likely sure things.

No doubt this is one more demoralizing event in the year 2020, following so much ongoing strain caused by the failure to root out racists from Police and the resulting murders most notably of George Floyd.  I know I have added a few Facebook friends over the past months but I rarely check the number.  I see that it is down by four from the last count.  I do remember one filmmaker and singer who I had gone to see perform a few years back and who had been editor of a magazine I wrote for; one day she posted as her status, “I am in a mood to unfriend.”  I think a few people commented and I said something like suggesting less time on-line.  I can only speculate over what would cause the deletion. It may have been that she was fed up with what seemed like empty virtue signalling, most notably the number of accounts – including mine – with a black screen for a day. But I can only fret over that so much.  If someone chooses to communicate ineffectively, there is nothing much to do about it. We can only ask just how valued was that friend and how much were we in turn valued that these nuances of social media make such a difference.  People throw each other away easily.

For someone to prove he or she is not being disingenuous, presumably they would have to donate their life savings to BLM. Few if any of us can or should be doing that.  The George Floyd murder by Officer Derek Chauvin is partly due to police reform plans of Obama being cancelled by his successor in the White House.  That compounds the significance of it. People who ignored or laughed off Colin Kaepernick’s protest of police violence in the form of kneeling instead of standing for the National Anthem can ask themselves whether the current forms of protest that resulted from inaction were worth it.  We might not fill our social media with darkness or avoid posting anything personal, but we might feel a more personal gut punch about the death of a celebrity.  I still have not made a point of watching the 8:46 video of Floyd’s death, because I already know what it is.  But I will continue watching the movies of Chadwick Boseman and reading the various tributes that circulate.

People can mostly react and there is little if any reaction to take.  The villain in this case was cancer.  Many of us have lost a loved one to cancer, so that is already personal, relatable, and not at all confined to discussions of race and intolerance.

 

Culture Shock, Language and EthnoCentrism

It is not for me to say that I am not racist. That can only be an observation made by someone else. I will make no bones about being ethnocentric, and I am about as okay with that as the subtle pang of inadequacy I get from not being fluent in French at the very least, or Mandarin or any other number of languages.  It is supposed to stave off the onset of dementia.  Whether it is the visual language of cinema or an enjoyment of words, whatever background is the tool chest you have to work with.  If my reference points and pop culture call-backs are too old, or if wordplay in my dialogue will not translate overseas, that is on me and I have to accept that.

If you are from a mostly white city, it is fair to assume that most of your friends were white but also most if not all of your enemies and bullies were white. As an adult, I think everyone I can count as an enemy is the same complexion and speaks the same language and pretty much has the same politics and likes many of the same movies.

In first year of college, I rented a room with an African couple and eventually we got along. I called the police when the husband hit his pregnant wife with a phone and that bought me a lecture from his visiting brother. In second year, I rented from the girlfriend of a Jamaican guy I had made a music video for. I could write a whole blog about that but it was mostly okay. One time he was drunk and pointed to his girlfriend’s kitchen calendar that bikini shots and said, “Do you like black women?” I listed a few movies stars like Haley Berry and he said that doesn’t count and I called him on his little game. In third year, I was renting with a classmate and his girlfriend and I remember arriving at the place. Neighbors gave a rousing welcome and wave and I thought gee, that’s friendly.  My friend was more cynical and accurate, indicating his white arms and that they were celebrating new people of the same complexion. Our landlord Manjit had his kids, drawings on the fridge and it was clear that Father Knows Best sensibilities still existed.

Maintaining a bit of contact with someone from a directing workshop I attended, I was asked to recommend a movie to study for the craft of direction.  I immediately said Back to the Future by Robert Zemeckis. The person responded with a link to a movie the title of which I don’t recall but it began with an elegant shot gliding over the Ganges to people on the shore.  From that, what I got was that he was not really asking about movie direction. I’m not interested in simply recalling the material 1980’s American pop culture sensibility and imposing that on anyone, and I only have the most remote interest in deep diving into the specifics of politics, life and religion around the world. I am right handed and I would feel as much anxiety about writing with my left hand as I would moving out of Canada. I can still enjoy Forest Gump as a heartwarming story and others will call it, “Americacentric, baby boomer references with a man-child representing the naive USA.”  David O’Russell made a dismissive remark about Raiders of the Lost Ark, that it was, “The American adventurer invading and exploiting other cultures,” or words to that affect. Meh.  Nobody asked him, even though he was being interviewed.

There are jokes I may still laugh at that involve or comment on stereotypes and where those come from. The chickens have already come home to roost for my religion. Some Popes are better than others, and there are good people and yadda, yadda, yadda. I lived the first third of my life a couple of blocks from our parish church, and got my newspaper carrier job, lumber mill job and sacristan job there. (Sacristan has the keys to the church, opens and locks it, and sets up for services and sells the religious articles and vigil lights, that kind of thing.) I went to Catholic elementary schools and a Catholic High School, and we knew the Stages of Human Evolution.

People can dig at “Classic” literature and films, but they have yet to come up with lasting replacements. Should the works of Mark Twain, or anything on slavery or the American Civil War be stricken from schools?  I don’t know if it is any more necessary than prayer in schools.  I was an indifferent student and only eagerly read science fiction or horror as a teen.  In my twenties, when I didn’t have to, I ended up reading books I had faked reports on and only then could I have appreciated them.  People may need to find their literature and their religions later in life. I could sit in church and only perk up if a priest mentioned the Ark of the Covenant or made a pandering reference to The Force.  The Original Star Wars Trilogy is the other religion I had.  One would think these brands are deigned to please everybody, but…. well, I’ve ranted on those divisions in other blogs.

The Dam Busters was a major source for the final battle of the original Star Wars, so I finally watched it and though it is interesting to hear dialogue George Lucas directly pulled from that movie it is distracting right off the bat that somebody has a dog that is black and casually calls it by a word best left to rappers. King Kong is held up as great, but the original natives of Skull Island may not play today.  That said, I don’t advocate erasing anything from history. I once had a read-along Disney book from Song of the South called “Brier Rabbit and the Tar Baby” which seemed innocent at the time. I distinctly remember sitting with my family at age 9 watching the Roots Mini-Series, and yet I likely thought nothing of the name Toby someone gave our black cat.  I say that even if if it is embarrassing. If I had my way, Blazing Saddles might not be taught in school but I would find a way to make sure everybody I know saw it.  Might be a way to scare off the safe space culture that wants to retro-fit everything.

I don’t have to refer to bygone times to excuse anything.  There are people, no doubt, in the internet hive that would be up in arms over a show like Quantum Leap because no matter whose life he takes over he would be dismissed as a “white savior” fantasy.  I wonder whenever another Radio Raheem in film or George Floyd in reality is killed by aggressive police whether I would have the balls to fumble out my cell phone or other camera and record this and make myself a target of other cops, let alone also speak up or stand between a back person and the cops in case guns are drawn.  My expectation is that I would freeze.  I could surprise myself so I don’t have to be haunted for the rest of my life.  And in the most selfish sense, honest and sane cops and white people who do not count themselves as ists or phobes or criminals or maniacs have every reason to be furious not only about the murders but also about increased perceived division and shade thrown on those of us considered privileged.  Violence causes radicalization.

In Do the Right Thing, to be honest, I still don’t know what the title refers to. The mayor tells Mookie, “Always do the right thing.” He says, “Is that it?  Got it.” Years later, Mookie appears in another Spike film, Red Hook Summer where he is still delivering pizza for Sal but in another neighborhood.  So where did that get him.  The cop who choke holds Radio Raheem is responsible for his own actions. But what led up to it is Buggin’ Out who has spend the movie trying to radicalize everyone to make them boycott Sal’s pizza for only having photos of Italians decorating his wall despite most customers being black. (Something Buggin’ Out does a double-take to as if he has just noticed, despite going there since he was a kid.)  I don’t want to hazard a guess as to who is the Buggin’ Out of today, but there will always be instigators and hot summers and short tempers among the citizens that police have to serve and protect.  And there is no point getting into the weeds.  When Tarantino spoke at a Black Lives Matter rally after another rash of police violence incidents, the public face the New York police brought out to speak to the press said things like, “We’ve got a surprise for Mr. Tarantino.”  And, “He does movies about crime so he is in favor of crime.”  THAT was the PUBLIC face they brought out.

Never mind that much of the progress of history has alongside of it atrocities and exploitation and leaders looking the other way as empires were built. I don’t see The Spanish Inquisition or Pope Pius XII shaking hands with Hitler when I look at a priest, nor do I assume they are all pedos. If fact, being a priest seems pretty brave today.  Some of us want to see ourselves as the Canadian Brad Pitt character in Twelve Years a Slave, not condoning slavery. (Yet it was only last year that I heard about the Simcoe act and had any knowledge that Canada did at one time have slaves.)  At the same time, the last thing I would want is to come off as magnanimous for not behaving like a racist. That bar is set too low.  We are all being forced to look at the lowest examples of human behavior and an overly wrong-headed American President that Stanley Kubrick would find unbelievable.

When people mention reparations, we try to do the math and realize there would never be enough money even from the deepest pockets. Google says it means transitional justice.  I looked it up for the hell of it.  But we also have Jeff Bezos getting by without much tax and raking in money as a sort of coronovirus profiteer.  Gun manufacturers get subsidies. But with all the scum in office and their funding to keep the general public uninformed the fix is in.  Maybe the problem with looting and destruction is that it is not focused enough. But we can’t get too specific because nobody wants the secret service at their door.