I was just chilling, chilling, minding my business (Yo Salt, I looked around and I couldn’t believe this!) on my couch with my favorite tattered blanket, some salted peanuts, Fritos, and a bag a sour cream and onion Ruffles, minding my business, getting ready for a night of Shonda Rhimes shows on ABC, which Brittney C Cooper, Ph.D. lovingly refers to as “Thursday Is the New Black.”
I had my Twitter fingers ready and EVERYTHING.
I’m not really a big fan of Grey’s Anatomy but I am a big fan of Chandra Wilson and Jesse Williams, so I watched it. Then, of course, Scandal was next and I knew I would, at some point, get my kee-kee’s from some read or another (and, of course, Kerry Washington didn’t disappoint; in one scene, Olivia got Abbey’s ass to and gether and I hollered).
But for me, the biggest excitement of the night was Viola Davis' debut in How to Get Away With Murder. As usual, Davis lit up the screen and commanded every scene she was in. The timbre of her voice, the certainty of her movements, the glow of her skin, and those bedroom eyes. She gave me life, death, and resurrection. They even allowed a black man to sexually pleasure a black woman in one scene. You know I thought that meant it was the Rapture, right? Because you know American institutions and audiences usually don’t want to see no love, no romance, no sex, no nothing unless there is at LEAST one white person involved. They especially don’t want to see two black people in any situation together unless it’s something pathological, fatal, or negative. So I imagine, from an American, white supremacist perspective, the murder gotten away with was that scene.
For me, the center of the televised universe was Black last night.
I imagine People.com felt the Blackness, too. Maybe that’s why they tried to re-center Whiteness by talking ‘bout some: “Waiting for @violadavis to break into “You is kind. You is smart. You is important. #HowtoGetAwaywithMurder”
So, here you have Ms. Davis serving law professor/lawyer realness at some made-up, prestigious institution of higher learning, and Whiteness is like, “When she gon’ be Mammy like I like?”
This is precisely why I don’t fuck with Hollywood like that.
This is precisely why mainstream Hollywood doesn’t get my coins for nathan.
This is why I am a STAUNCH supporter of African-American Film Festival Releasing Movement (AFFRM).
Because I’m not here for, nor do I feature, nan of the alabaster bullshit being passed through assholes into white toilet bowls.
Of course, Twitter gathered the fuck out of People and they issued the standard fauxpology: “We’re sorry if you were offended, but….”
But that “apology” wasn’t worth the white toilet paper it was written on.
The right apology would have sounded like, “We’re sorry indulging our anti-black racism. We’re firing our PR Twitter person and the rest of us are going to therapy and sensitivity training.”
Bah. Fuck People magazine.
They ALMOST fucked up my night.
But Viola, Kerry, Chandra, Jesse and ‘nem saved it.
(H/T Alex Hardy)