‘Black Panther’ Is the Best Film Some of Us Will Ever See

Because some black folks have had to deal with self-hatred for way too long.

by Noel Ransome
Feb 14 2018, 7:33pm

Image courtesy of Marvel.

I’m not going to argue that "Black Panther is the greatest film ever made.” It doesn’t have the never-waste-a-minute arc of a Shawshank Redemption. It’s missing the threaded saga of The Godfather . And it’s in no way as unpredictable as Vertigo. But it’s the most powerful film that I’ve ever seen.

It takes a certain kind of black experience to understand where I’m coming from with this—to know what it means when a guy like myself tells you that he once hated his own skin. It’s what growing up dark can be like—a navigation around images, words, prejudice, and discrimination that press at the notion that your blackass ain’t shit. It’s the same “experience” that turns histories of slave-trade into negative avenues of self-identification. And it’s the same “experience” that blends moments of police brutality, “nigger” labels, and scared white ladies crossing streets into a bullshit stew of “Thank you sir, may I have some more?”

When you’re 13 years old like I was in 98, you don’t get a Black Panther (we’ll get into that). It’s just your mind against 200 years worth of anti-black propaganda. Pictures of greatness look pale (white) next to jive-talkin, struggle-having, make’em-laugh-dancing folks that share your shade. Visions of elevation in fiction/non-fiction start to revolve around whiteness; they become your everything. Your reasons to shine. Your reasons to hate.

Malcolm X couldn’t do it without a “white man” to oppose. Glory wouldn’t be a glory without The Confederate. And that dude (Will Smith) in The Pursuit of Happiness, couldn’t make it without a white guy to give him the job. If there isn’t an inclusion of whiteness, then we’re relegated to hoods, basketball courts, fields, and stages. This is the spot where an entire western world makes celebration of our struggle, our unhappiness. People stand and clap at the portrayal of chains on wrists, where we dance and shuffle while our culture is characterized to make others laugh, cry and feel good about their situations. It’s all nourishment for an inferiority complex.

Look no further than the Kenneth Clark experiment as a perfect example of this, later recreated in 2006 by Kiri Davis. The experiment infamously showed that 15 out of 21 children chose white dolls over black dolls, associated white with being pretty or good—as opposed to the black choices that received “ugly” or “bad.” In my case, it meant skin lightening creams, waved up hair, and a code-switched voice. I religiously avoided eating chicken around white friends, and rarely stared anyone like them in the eye for fear that I would “scare” them inadvertently (I sometimes still do this). In my case, my “ Black Panther” had to become my mother, who tried her best to remind me of who I was and to be proud of it; not everyone has this.

So in 2018, enters Marvel’s Black Panther. It’s a film that has the audacity to feature a black male protagonist T’Challa (Chadwick Boseman), who’s a king to boot. His African kingdom, Wakanda, has the nerve to be technologically advanced without an ounce of culture stripped from its afro-future grounds. His co-stars, have the spunk to be black women and men with a normalized sense of agency and power. Its director, Ryan Coogler, has the brass to be Oakland born, with an accent that’s Oakland bred. Its Kendrick-led soundtrack; daring in its blacker than black themes. And then there’s the villain, Erik Killmonger (Michael B. Jordan), who has the gall to not be demonized with a “hood” shtick, but instead reflect a valid frustration around the identity and survival that many black folks wrestle with. Whiteness isn’t necessary to tell a damn thing about this story.

It isn’t so much that black boys and girls have a superhero that they can look up to, it’s that they can have it without the “white” to make it great. With all the unapologetically black fellowship that this film displays, excellence can still be achieved with just that.

The true-to-life version of that idea comes with record breaking numbers, charity screenings for kids, and #WhatBlackPatherMeansToMe hashtags. People are supporting this. There’s an understanding by a collective group that this needs to succeed, and in that movement, there’s a power on display that won’t compromise to give anything but blackness its nod.

A top five film for any film-head will always be genre defining; technically and narratively. But a memorable movie is one that makes you feel something… a feeling that can stand the test of time. When I walked out of that theatre after watching Black Panther, every black person I saw looked like a brother and a sister. I didn’t limit myself to the option of meeting a gaze with a stare down, or raising my chin in quiet recognition ...there was just a smile on my part. My lingering self-hatred that comes and goes was put to the wayside. Instead, it was replaced with a pride, strength and a happiness—like I woke up to something. This film showed me a possibility that no other film had—that excellence undisturbed by white intervention can and will always look beautiful. And honestly, after watching this, I felt pretty fucking beautiful.

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