Posted on 02/14/2018 11:45:56 AM PST by EdnaMode
Black Panther premieres to the general public this week. And as we all already know, it will be the blackity, black, black, black, black, black, blackest thing that will ever happen in the history of black people, blackness and people. So black that instead of ticket stubs, the box office will give you a reparations check. So black that instead of popcorn, the concession stands will sell buckets of white tearsfrozen, caramelized and sprinkled with Old Bay. So black that apparently the first 15 minutes of the movie is just an Ida B. Wells hologram playing spades with Danny Glover. So black that at each theater will be actual Black Panthers with actual black panthers on chains ready to sic on white people.
Naturally, all of this tremendous and transformative and transcendent blackness has made some of us self-conscious. Sure, you listened to Lemonade and you drink lemonade every day, which makes you sufficiently black. But are you black enough to even watch Black Panther without getting vertigo? Without being overcome with PTBDpost-traumatic blackness disorder?
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Black Panther was a new age comic that I never was inclined to read, as it was after my comic book days.
Magic Negroes.
The question is am I even interested enough to watch the movie?
Square-face gin was a popular trade medium.
But that misses my point: the irony of the premise that Black wizards were captured and forced to work cotton and cane fields.
Nice wizard you got there.
Since the country is still 80% white, they have to hope some of us are black enough to watch it, or the studio will be in huge trouble.
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