On July 13th, 2013 George Zimmerman was acquitted of the heinous slaughter of innocent Trayvon Martin and with the verdict a bit of my own naiveté died. The justice system seemed broken and I awoke to the privilege I’d been dealt all along by the dumb luck of my skin’s low melanin count. Just last week the police acted out of fear and prejudice and shot Philando Castille & Alton Sterling on camera in MN and LA respectively. It’s past time to join peaceful protestors. To recognize that all lives can’t matter until black lives do. To open my heart and soul to blackness. To practice the humanity I preach. Watching movies is not enough, but here’s a black one. Huey Newton & Bobby Seale’s lives are dramatized. A black child dies because a stoplight isn’t installed in the ghetto.
Biopic
Joy
This is the miracle mop movie. Dianne Ladd plays a character named Grandma Ghost. I thought of you. I remember when you used to play violin, by the open window, a piece of yourself left like a mean dog to guard the door. One day soon we’ll have to hit the road, purchase candy necklaces from Last Chance fill-stations and dig a receding America. This movie’s alright but the trailer’s better. You watch that trailer and you’re like, “Damn, that looks like a sick-ass J. Law revenge pic!” It is and it isn’t.