40 acres and yo mama.
i was researching the concept of 40 acres & a mule and came across very little information. reparations ideology is something of a joke to most politicians. yet, sites like ReparateMe.com only further the laughability of reparations. the site is listed in wikipedia as a reputable one [which goes to show you how much you can count on that site to complete your history paper, but i digress.]
what i would like to see is Spike Lee teaming up with Peter Jackson to write and direct a movie about a futuristic quasi-dystopian society where reparations have already happened and every black family has received 40 acres and a mule. [or '40 acres and a pool', which was so eloquently refreshed by rapper Nelly.] besides giving this failed idea of reparations a new coat of paint, i'd love to see the epic struggle of a white and black family, mixed by marriage and children, only to be divided by greed and sudden independence.
i'd also love to see a program [in this fictional movie] which would involve every white person to "adopt" a black person who is struggling and take a few hours out of their day to help them get through the trials of their sudden land owning. this would all be so interesting to watch unfold. how Katrina would look like a little blip in history. suddenly we'd have these huge rural areas overflowing with new chocolate cities. there would be corruption at all levels and that beautiful silent stepchild of the psyche [closet racism] coming to a head. the resentment. the chaos. the sheer glorious revolution that would come after the movie.
(a simple note here on revolutions: V for Vendetta did not cause one, though if any movie could possibly, it would be that film. [a joke] and for those of us who watched it and just felt so mad after it, well, imagine if black people watched the potential they would have at an old idea that was stomped on so many years ago, finally seeing it as it was meant to be back then. yes. we'd see some motherfuckin revolution on this motherfuckin plane. [oops, sorry.])
now, would Samuel L. Jackson play the wise, old southern black man FBI agent who befriends John Travolta's Bobby Long? think of the sweet sentimental relationship between a broken New Orleans writer and Samuel L. [or Agent "Repugnant Muthafuckin Shit"] and how this development could charge the screen with electricity... imagine the cheeseburger scene redux from Pulp Fiction and the subsequent silly antics of Will Smith on set. and you know Oprah would have a cameo. would Lawrence Fishburne return as the know-it-all Zen Master from Boyz in the Hood or even Morpheus?? would he only be trumped by Morgan Freeman's return as God, like in Bruce Almighty? Would Steve Martin take his character from The Jerk and translate it into modern, absurdist Beckett-style humor in the midst of all the grizzly doom of blacks having, omg, actual power in this country?
as you can see. i have given this thought. if i knew how to pitch scripts to hollywood people, i'd do it. but you know, this movie would never be made. no matter how many fabulous black actors and actresses you could lodge into a film of three, beauteous Peter Jackson "so-intense-i'm-gonna-crap-myself" hours... no executives would ever produce it. the slush pile would have a black hole [pun intended] where this type of movie would be thrown, never to be seen. only Spike Lee and Peter Jackson could do it, though. the nerds and the blacks would follow both those guys into the pits of hell to watch their movies. the rest of the general population would just go and be all "where's the preciouses? i want more preciouses! this movie is just full of apocalyptic black people... and Steve Martin."
but alas, they'll never get to say that even under their breath, because films about real change and potential revolution barely get made, much less paid any attention to. as sad as that may be, i do think we have to start thinking about revolution in this country. one is coming. i just hope we have some good action-packed movies that come out beforehand so we'll all know how to act.
PS: this might be the film Dave Chappelle can do the big "comeback" in.
i sure hope he gets the role of the blind, black KKK member.
comedic relief at the expense of skin color is what money is made of.
ah fried chicken eatin, badonkadonkin, cracker-ass-crackerin good times.
40 Acres And A Morpheus.
what i would like to see is Spike Lee teaming up with Peter Jackson to write and direct a movie about a futuristic quasi-dystopian society where reparations have already happened and every black family has received 40 acres and a mule. [or '40 acres and a pool', which was so eloquently refreshed by rapper Nelly.] besides giving this failed idea of reparations a new coat of paint, i'd love to see the epic struggle of a white and black family, mixed by marriage and children, only to be divided by greed and sudden independence.
i'd also love to see a program [in this fictional movie] which would involve every white person to "adopt" a black person who is struggling and take a few hours out of their day to help them get through the trials of their sudden land owning. this would all be so interesting to watch unfold. how Katrina would look like a little blip in history. suddenly we'd have these huge rural areas overflowing with new chocolate cities. there would be corruption at all levels and that beautiful silent stepchild of the psyche [closet racism] coming to a head. the resentment. the chaos. the sheer glorious revolution that would come after the movie.
(a simple note here on revolutions: V for Vendetta did not cause one, though if any movie could possibly, it would be that film. [a joke] and for those of us who watched it and just felt so mad after it, well, imagine if black people watched the potential they would have at an old idea that was stomped on so many years ago, finally seeing it as it was meant to be back then. yes. we'd see some motherfuckin revolution on this motherfuckin plane. [oops, sorry.])
now, would Samuel L. Jackson play the wise, old southern black man FBI agent who befriends John Travolta's Bobby Long? think of the sweet sentimental relationship between a broken New Orleans writer and Samuel L. [or Agent "Repugnant Muthafuckin Shit"] and how this development could charge the screen with electricity... imagine the cheeseburger scene redux from Pulp Fiction and the subsequent silly antics of Will Smith on set. and you know Oprah would have a cameo. would Lawrence Fishburne return as the know-it-all Zen Master from Boyz in the Hood or even Morpheus?? would he only be trumped by Morgan Freeman's return as God, like in Bruce Almighty? Would Steve Martin take his character from The Jerk and translate it into modern, absurdist Beckett-style humor in the midst of all the grizzly doom of blacks having, omg, actual power in this country?
as you can see. i have given this thought. if i knew how to pitch scripts to hollywood people, i'd do it. but you know, this movie would never be made. no matter how many fabulous black actors and actresses you could lodge into a film of three, beauteous Peter Jackson "so-intense-i'm-gonna-crap-myself" hours... no executives would ever produce it. the slush pile would have a black hole [pun intended] where this type of movie would be thrown, never to be seen. only Spike Lee and Peter Jackson could do it, though. the nerds and the blacks would follow both those guys into the pits of hell to watch their movies. the rest of the general population would just go and be all "where's the preciouses? i want more preciouses! this movie is just full of apocalyptic black people... and Steve Martin."
but alas, they'll never get to say that even under their breath, because films about real change and potential revolution barely get made, much less paid any attention to. as sad as that may be, i do think we have to start thinking about revolution in this country. one is coming. i just hope we have some good action-packed movies that come out beforehand so we'll all know how to act.
PS: this might be the film Dave Chappelle can do the big "comeback" in.
i sure hope he gets the role of the blind, black KKK member.
comedic relief at the expense of skin color is what money is made of.
ah fried chicken eatin, badonkadonkin, cracker-ass-crackerin good times.
40 Acres And A Morpheus.