Django, finally, the black hero who kills white people!
What a change from my childhood attendance at the movie house watching the
white man kill Indians and we sometimes cheered at the death of Native
Americans while infused with their blood. Whether infused with the white man’s
blood or not (and surely most North American Africans are, maybe only Gullah
and/or Geeche Negroes can claim they are not) it was a pleasure seeing them die
at the hands of Django. Yes, this Spaghetti
Western, this neo-Roots, gave North American African film
writers something to think about, even if they know it is highly unlikely we
shall now expect to see more of this “resistance” genre in Hollywood. We’ve yet
to see Danny Glover’s long expected movie on the Haitian revolution, yet to see
a film on Nat Turner’s revolt or Denmark Vesey's or Gabriel Prosser's, although
Arna Bontemps novel Black Thunder could provide the basis for a Prosser film.
And why has not Spike Lee given us his version of a
resistance film rather than condemn this Western fantasy? I was taught in Creative Writing at San Francisco State
University by the great novelist John Gardner, if you don’t like something, use
your creativity to write something better.
Being that I am in the Nigguh for Life Club, I am always
fascinated by the endless and perennial debate over use of the term, whether
nigger or nigguh, now made into a billion dollar word by rappers, reactionary
record producers and hip hop culture globally.
What fool would not want to use such a profitable term? And nearly all
those who claim to abhor the term will, in a moment of passion, make use of it,
e.g., I hate you nigguh or I love you nigguh!
I have written about the psycholinguistic crisis of the
North American African. As my comrade Amiri Baraka noted, what else do you
think they called Africans entrapped in the American slave system, Sir? But
imagine an African caught in the American slave system speaking German. Better
yet, imagine those Africans caught in the Brazilian slave system who spoke several
languages, including Portuguese, Arabic, Hausa, etc., while the slave master
could not write his name! For me, the term devil ascribed to the Africans was
quite amusing: we saw the depiction of pseudo science when the African
skull was noted for areas of passivity. How ironic the Africans were described
by the oppressor as devils but all the evil, i.e. kidnapping, rape of men,
women and children, torture, terrorism and genocide came from the European
“good guys”.
D, jango as a love story was positive. Seeing a North
American African fighting to free his woman from the hands of the devil was
inspiring since so many of our women these days suffer abandonment, abuse and
neglect. So many must don the persona of the male and find their way by any means
necessary. Of course it would have been better to show a mass insurrection
rather than this individual struggle for freedom. Of course in the world of
make believe inhabited by Hollywood, the depiction of a mass uprising would
have been way over the top with the possibility of subliminal suggestion. As
Dr. Fritz Pointer said when Brother Mixon killed four police in Oakland, D’jango
gave us a dose of obscene pride in seeing the whites die, just as we
experienced obscene pride when the Los Angeles black policeman, Christopher Doaner, went
postal after suffering alleged abuses in the LA police department. I remember being surrounded by LA police when I asked for directions to City Hall.
Long ago, H. Rap Brown (Imam Jamil Alamin) told us violence
was as American as cherry pie. D’jango should remind us of America’s roots (laws) that evolved from the
violence of the slave system. All the present talk about guns must begin with
the examination of America’s roots. Most
of the present laws were created to prevent the very acts of the type D’jango
carried out. Not only did the slave system fear Africans with guns, but
Africans on horses, not to mention Africans who could read and write, and of course three or more Africans standing together was a violation of the Black Codes.
But how can the world’s number one gun merchant talk about
clamping down on gun proliferation? Don’t believe the hype. If anything new occurs, the gun merchants
will simply increase the export of guns as the call for decrease heightens within America.
Just know America’s fascination with gun violence is
predicated on preventing the oppressed from rising up and overthrowing the
oppressor. D’jango’s personal mission is an example of what must ultimately
occur on the mass level. As New York
City Councilman Charles Barron once said, “Every Black man should slap a white
man for his mental health!” Yes, for the mental health of the Black man and the
white man! We’ve heard there can be no redemption of sin without the shedding
of blood.
We believe in peace, non-violence, but we also believe in
self defense, that oppression is worse than slaughter. It would be better that
all of us North American Africans are murdered outright rather than endure this
slow death on the killing floor.
James Baldwin said the murder of my child will not make your
child safe. America is now witnessing her children being slaughtered in the
suburbs just as poor ghetto children have been slaughtered for decades, and their
ancestors the victims of genocide for centuries. Thank God, director Terrentino
has given us a fantasy version of what must occur in the real world. His love
story is what revolution is about, i.e., freeing the family! Yes, the American
slave system was about the destruction of family, thus the task of the North
American African is the reconstruction of family. We shall not progress as a
people until we reconnect with our women and children, rescue them from
poverty, ignorance and disease; emotional, physical and verbal abuse. Ultimately, it is not about killing the white
man, which we can never find enough weapons to do so, but it is all about us
realizing our women and children are our most precious asset and we shall never
make progress until we rescue them from the clutches of the devil. For sure,
D’jango realized he could never be free until he saved his woman. For North
American African men, this is food for deep thought!
--Marvin X
2/13/13
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