From The Melanin Man:
Disclaimer: This is not a spoiler alert. There will be no DECODING/ANALYZING conducted on this post. I refuse to waste precious energy on decoding such tomfoolery.
Reluctantly this morning I accompanied my wife to watch probably (let’s be honest, it is) the most hyped Black movie of all-time Black Panther. Previously I told myself I wasn’t going to rush and watch the movie, in part due to the obscene amount of hype it has received thus far. The other reason was because I felt it was not worth the price of admission.
And of course I was right. And why do I feel this way, you ask?
I certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that I don’t need to be entertained like I’m a child (why do we feel the need to still be entertained, fam? why are we STILL exhibiting childlike behavior?) Maybe I’m in a different space mentally and spiritually right now. Maybe I’ve separated myself from the pack to the point that simple pleasures such as observing Black-African cultural symbolism in a positive light on a stupid 2-D screen does not even move me anymore.
Leave it to Disney (yuck!) to get us to feel good about being Black!
I’m through with all of the faux symbolism and feel-good stories we see in fantasy TV-land that we cannot seem to figure out as people to actualize in our REAL LIVES.
Sometimes I wonder when that time will come when we will cease to decode and analyze the foolishness that is thrown to us by the powers-that-be and begin to apply that knowledge in reality. For those of us who are NOT caught up in that entertainment mentality, how many more movies do we have to study and breakdown before we get the picture and make the changes that we need to change?
I’m not excluded from that question. I’m holding myself accountable as well.
Do we really get what’s going on? Or are we feeling special because we know a little something something?
Now don’t get me wrong, for the majority of our people who are literally SPIRITUALLY DEAD there is obviously a need to do such a thing. But I’ve realized awhile ago that a individual’s return to consciousness (whether they’re melanin-rich or not) should be left to them and them only. At some point, for the few of us who are privy to the madness, we may have to shun DEAD WEIGHT until it decides to LIVE AGAIN, so we can do real work.
I mean, there is no way The Black Panther should be the cultural phenomenon that it is amongst our people. A superhero movie? REALLY?!
There may be one truth that I’ve learned from the movie (or rather reinforced since I’ve been feeling this way for a awhile now) and the hoopla that surrounds it, and that is this:
The greatest trick ever pulled by an oppressor to the oppressed is to have them think they’re oppressed in the first place. “
Once you know who you are and where you come from, you cease to be a victim no matter the circumstances.
Learn your history, fam. Preferably through a book performed through intense research and scholarship (don’t get stuck on white-man validation, either) and not some damn fantasy flick.
FUCK BLACK PANTHER! There, I said it.
Peace and Love to my melanated family,
The Melanin Man
“Ignorance is NOT bliss. Willful ignorance breeds COWARDS to responsibility.”