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  • Lucy: Why I'm Tired of Seeing White People on the Big Screen | Olivia Cole.


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    I’m tired of seeing white people on the silver screen.

    First, let me note that I am white. I am a white woman who goes to the theater to see probably a dozen films (if not more) in a given year, a white woman who readily consumes TV shows and series and often blogs/tweets about them. I love film. I love what Hollywood could be, but I must say that I don’t love what it is, and that is a machine generating story after story in which the audience is asked to root for a white (usually male) hero over and over and over (and over) again. I’m tired. I’m tired of directors pretending that white actors are the default and that people of color are a distraction when it comes to filmmaking. I’m tired of black women in Hollywood being relegated to roles of slaves and “the help” over and over again. I’m tired of films convincing themselves that they are taking on something fresh and new, the likes of which the world has never seen, but in actuality adhering to tired tropes and stereotypes.

    One example that comes to mind is Avatar, a “groundbreaking” film about aliens and humanity, which, underneath it all, is the same old White Savior story. But more recently is Lucy, the film starring Scarlett Johansson in which a woman named Lucy evolves and is able to use 100 percent of her brain’s capacity after she unwittingly ingests a massive amount of drugs.

    Lucy is about what humankind could be — it’s about possibilities. As Lucy’s brainpower grows stronger and the volume of knowledge she is able to access increases, she delivers monologues about how little humans understand about death, existence, and the universe, mediating on time and history. The film likes to think of itself as reimagining everything that we think we know about humanity, and presents to us their vision of what the most evolved woman on earth looks like:

    A blonde white woman.

    See, I just can’t get right with that.

    You see, I was an anthropology major in high school and by the time I was 16 I’d learned all about Lucy (Australopithecus), the collection of bones found in Hadar and thought to have lived 3.2 million years ago, one of the oldest hominids we know of. Lucy the film doesn’t try to hide how cute they thought they were being by naming the supreme evolved being in their film “Lucy” — they show an ape-like creature crouched by a stream to illustrate just how far human beings have come, and say as much in the opening lines, depicting vast cities built up to show our progress. The original Lucy was not really an ape, though. She had small skull capacity like apes, but her skeleton shows she was bipedal and walked upright like humans. Hadar, by the way, is in the Awash Valley of Ethiopia.

    So I guess what’s sticking in my craw is the assertion that while human life originated in Africa — a detail the film neatly skims over, placing the ape-like Lucy that Johansson sees in North America — somehow the way we imagine the most evolved human being is blonde and white. Even more, when Lucy gets surges of knowledge in the film, her eyes flash brightly blue. Because blue eyes, we all know, are the universal symbol of superiority, right?

    How is it that in a film whose premise rests on the idea of reimagining the past, present and future, we still end up with a blonde white woman with flashing blue eyes as the stand-in for what personifies evolution and supremely fulfilled human potential? At one point the Ape-like Lucy and Evolved Lucy meet face-to-face as Evolved Lucy does a bit of time-traveling. Their fingers touch, and we see them deliberately posed to mimic the famous Creation of Adam painting, and in that moment I saw what I suppose we were supposed to see: humanity at its beginning, and then humanity at its end, at its most perfect. Blonde, white and blue-eyed.

    I can’t accept that. I can’t accept that there was only one black woman in the entire film, who delivered one line and who we never saw again. I can’t accept that the bad guys were Asian and that although in China, Lucy’s roommate says, “I mean, who speaks Chinese? I don’t speak Chinese!” I can’t accept that in Hercules, which I also saw this weekend, there were no people of color except for Dwayne Johnson himself and his mixed-race wife, whose skin was almost alabaster. I can’t accept that she got maybe two lines and was then murdered. I can’t accept that the “primitive tribe” in Hercules consisted of dark-haired men painted heavily, blackish green, to give their skin (head-to-toe) a darker appearance, so the audience could easily differentiate between good and bad guys by the white vs. dark skin. I can’t accept that during the previews, Exodus: Gods and Kings, a story about Moses leading the Israelite slaves out of Egypt, where not a single person of color is represented, casts Sigourney Weaver and Joel Edgerton to play Egyptians. I can’t accept that in the preview for Kingsman: The Secret Service, which takes place in London, features a cast of white boys and not a single person of Indian descent, which make up the largest non-white ethnic group in London. I can’t accept that in stories about the end of the world and the apocalypse, that somehow only white people survive. I can’t accept that while my daily life is filled with black and brown women, they are completely absent, erased, when I look at a TV or movie screen.

    I can’t accept that. And I can’t accept that when we think about the potential of humankind and what our brains are capable of doing and thinking and feeling, that people of color would be absent from that imagining. I can’t accept that. And I won’t. I’m tired of seeing people that look like me crowding screens both big and small: I am not what the world looks like. Hollywood, stop whitewashing characters. Give us more films like this year’s Annie. I’m no Lucy — like everyone else I’m only using a tiny amount of my brain’s capacity. But you don’t need to be a superhuman logic-machine to see that Hollywood has a major problem with depicting people of color, and it’s time to actually reimagine what the world can and should be.

    (Source: thedawningofthoughts, via younggiftedafricanqueen)


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    The campaign is real, let’s boost this….

    Why august? Lol

    It’s a hotter month, since we are technically a tropical people.
    It’s a longer month then February, which is the shortest month.

    Brief Historical Outline of “Black August”

    A sampling of this month of “righteous rebellion” and “racist repression” includes:

    The first Afrikans were brought to Jamestown as slaves in August of 1619.
    Gabriel Prosser’s slave rebellion occurred on August 30th, 1800.
    The “Prophet” Nat Turner planned and executed a slave rebellion that commenced on August 21, 1831.
    In 1843, Henry Highland Garnett called a general slave strike on August 22.
    The Underground Railroad was started on August 2, 1850.
    The March on Washington occurred in August of 1963
    The Watts rebellions were in August of 1965.
    On August 18, 1971 the Provisional Government of the Republic of New Afrika (RNA) was raided by Mississippi police and FBI agents.
    On August 8, 1978 Philadelphia police initiated a shootout against MOVE members
    Further, August is a time of birth. Dr. Mutulu Shakur (New Afrikan prisoner of war), Pan-Africanist Leader Marcus Garvey, Maroon Russell Shoatz (political prisoner) and Chicago Black Panther Party Chairman Fred Hampton were born in August. August is also a time of transition and rebirth. The great scholar and educator W.E.B. Dubois died in Ghana on August 27, 1963. So, August is a month during which New Afrikans can reflect on our current situation and our struggle for self-determination and freedom.



    AUGUST IT IS !!!!! PASS IT ON !!!!

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    After the Civil War, the man who owned this plantation was upset that his slaves were gonna walk away free. When they tried to leave, the old man snapped. Turned into a massacre. Hundreds of slaves - lynchings, burnings, 12 bodies hanging from that tree alone. They buried them in a common grave up on the hill. The fools believe that their souls never rested till Miss Cobbs, an old voodoo woman, bought the place. Legend is, she transferred the souls of the slaves into little dolls. Negro dolls. Word is, they remain in the house right to this day.


    This was one of my favorites from Tales from the Hood.

    (Source: prustytute)

    horror movie opening scene

    white girl: i dont like this abandoned insane asylum, zack.
    white boy: come on, amanda, 10 years ago tonight, the famous blood skull killer committed his last murder right here and then vanished.
    white girl: you're just trying to scare me.
    white boy: lmao
    they continue walking for a few seconds
    *white couple hears noise*
    white girl: babe what that??
    white boy: i'll go investigate
    *leaves her alone*
    *choking noises*
    white girl: zack!!!
    white boy: ha ha just kidding!
    white girl: asshole!
    white boy: im just playin babe
    white girl: that wasnt funny but ur still cute
    *playful kiss*
    *things turn sexy*
    *hear noise*
    white boy: i'll go investigate
    *he leaves and then there's a silence for a long time*
    *maybe a thud*
    white girl: zack! this isnt funny anymore zack!
    *she walks and he dead*
    white girl: ahhh!!
    *killer shows up with sickle or quirky weapon that distinguishes him from other horror movie villains*
    white girl: ahhh!!!
    *white girl runs*
    *dead end*
    *thinks she free n safe*
    *guy catches her*
    *cuts her*
    *she dead*
    opening title slashes across screen: BLOOD SLICE IN 3-D<p>season two of AHS</p>
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