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Gay explains that she and her siblings refer to the 1997 movie Rosewood to describe when they have had a particularly trying day with white people. The anger she felt after seeing Rosewood and her need for a three-day voluntary segregation from white people pale in comparison to her emotional response to The Help. For Gay, watching white reinterpretations of the historical Black experience is painful, infuriating, and too close to home. She is troubled by the complacency with which the public consumes such revisionist histories. Even the trailer for The Help worked her into a rage, and she found herself even angrier after reading the book.
While the movie was billed as “inspirational, charming, and heartwarming” (209), Gay posits that such can only be true if one is warmed by racist and condescending images of Black people and glaring historical omissions. She notes Hollywood’s obsession with the “magical negro” trope, citing Matthew Hughey on the phenomenon of lower-class, uneducated Black characters who save or transform white characters. The Help relies heavily on this trope.
Gay describes her experience at the theater when she went to see the movie. The audience was mainly older white women who responded animatedly throughout the movie. She wonders if this indicates a desire to return to openly racist times and argues that enjoyment of the movie requires abandoning critical analysis. However, she concedes that the production quality is good and commends the stellar casting before describing the roles played by Viola Davis, Octavia Spencer, and Emma Stone. Davis and Spencer play two of the “magical negros,” while Stone plays the white character they save. Gay posits that white condescension shines through in Stone’s character.
Gay finds the movie emotionally manipulative in its controlled sanitization of the 1960s segregated South. While the audience cried openly throughout the movie for reasons that its creators probably intended, Gay cried at its implausible and offensive exploitation of injustice and tragedy. Gay notes the racist and exploitative elements of the book and the movie, such as the exaggerated dialects of the Black characters and a Black maid dying from a broken heart after being fired by a white family. Gay also emphasizes the absence of men from the movie, which absolves white men of their responsibility in 1960s racism, obscures the sexual and domestic violence that Black and white women faced at the hands of white men, and promulgates the myth of absent Black men. In addition, the white women are portrayed sympathetically despite their complicity and participation in 1960s racism.
While Gay recognizes that movies and fiction regularly handle race poorly, The Help is particularly enraging because both the movie and the screenplay were written/directed by white people who didn’t take care in writing difference—i.e., avoiding appropriation, stereotypes, revisionist histories, and demeaning depictions of difference.
Gay’s viewing of Django Unchained produces difficult feelings and thoughts about white people’s mediocre depictions of historical Black experiences. She describes the opening scenes of Django, noting the mainstream predilection for images of broken Black bodies as well as the comic relief that obscures the realities of history. While watching the movie, she was disturbed by how the predominantly white audience laughed at the wrong times and didn’t laugh at subtler, funnier moments, including when the humor targeted white people. She wonders if their response indicates a desire for an earlier time when open racism was more acceptable.
Gay notes that her offense is not academic or politically correct; it’s personal, related to the reality that she herself could have been enslaved if born at an earlier time. She is disturbed by the movie’s rampant use of the N-word, finding it excessive even for the time period the movie depicts. In fact, she finds that the movie is not even really about slavery, which serves as the convenient and exploited backdrop for a spaghetti western. Noting the similarity to Tarantino’s earlier work Inglorious Basterds, she argues that Django exemplifies Tarantino’s arrogant use of a marginalized group’s traumatic experience. While she concedes that the movie has impeccable sound design, solid acting and directing, a good set design, and a strong script, it is precisely what Tarantino does well that allows audiences to forget his indiscretions and offenses.
After critiquing the ways that Django, Broomhilda, and Stephen (portrayed by Jamie Foxx, Kerry Washington, and Samuel L. Jackson, respectively) are written, Gay concludes that Django is actually “a white man’s slavery revenge fantasy” (225). It centers a white male character as the savior/hero working through his racial demons and white guilt, and Black characters are largely incidental to the plot. Thus, Django does not offer any new insights about the history of slavery in the US. It is merely a reminder for Gay that much hasn’t changed.
Gay discusses Hollywood’s obsession with exclusively depicting Black people’s suffering and subjugation, pointing to 2013 as a year when this obsession was particularly evident. She mentions Fruitvale Station and The Butler as examples, but she largely focuses on 12 Years a Slave. While the movie was hailed as a “must see,” Gay argues that it doesn’t offer any new insights about the slave narrative, and she doesn’t understand the claims about its greatness.
Gay wonders if people find the movie excellent because it constantly depicts brutality, and she questions some of the artistic choices that director Steve McQueen makes. She points out how Black women’s suffering serves as a plot device to drive a Black man’s narrative, citing the characters portrayed by Adepero Oduye and Lupita Nyongo. According to Gay, rape and the mortification of Black flesh feature gratuitously throughout the movie, which indicates that the movie remains largely within the parameters of other Hollywood depictions.
Gay admits that her reaction to the movie is born of her exhaustion with slavery and struggle narratives. She points out that there is a vicious cycle whereby demand prompts Black filmmakers to create and recreate these narratives. For Gay, it’s not that these narratives shouldn’t be shared, but rather that they don’t exemplify the fullness of Black experience, nor do they leave any room for Black artistic experimentation.
Gay emphasizes that playwright, filmmaker, and producer Tyler Perry loves to embed morality and his fire and brimstone conception of God in his work. While his success is noteworthy, it is built on the backs of Black women and the working class, who become the butt of his jokes. He regularly depicts women as untrustworthy, ungrateful, and deserving of punishment. Gay points to Temptation as a prime example, providing a brief plot description, and noting the messaging that “good black men” are moral compasses while ambition is dangerous and not to be trusted (236), especially in Black women. The demonization of aspirations towards wealth and professional success are linked to his fetishization of the working class in works such as Diary of a Mad Black Woman, The Family That Preys, and Good Deeds.
Gay also points out Perry’s irresponsible depictions of sexuality and STIs. She notes that Perry regularly promulgates the idea that women should be chaste and their sexuality controlled. In addition, he exploits the topic of HIV to get his subjective moral points across “as if we are still in the 1980s, full of profound ignorance about the disease” (238). This is particularly problematic for Gay, given that his core audience is Black women, whom HIV disproportionately impacts. Thus, Perry handles the subject poorly and unethically, doing a disservice to his audience by promoting HIV stigma and linking it to poor moral choices.
Gay questions why Perry is so popular. She wonders if it is precisely because of the moralism and the misogyny that his audience flocks to his work. She also suggests that because of the paucity of mainstream Black film, Perry’s work constitutes the “something better than nothing” attitude towards diversity in modern entertainment (242).
Gay focuses on the 2013 film Fruitvale Station, written and directed by Ryan Coogler, and she emphasizes the burden of expectation carried by Black movies. She describes the real-life events that the movie depicts: the last 24 hours of Oscar Grant’s life before he was murdered by BART police officer Johannes Mehserle on New Year’s Day 2009. Gay offers a plot synopsis, noting moments of levity in the movie and Coogler’s skillful use of 90 minutes to give the audience a sense of who Grant was.
Although Gay says that Coogler makes some indulgent directorial choices, she also lauds his decision to make the movie an intimate portrait of Grant rather than an angry attack on white supremacy and police brutality. Gay contextualizes this choice by discussing Oakland, CA, and statistics on the hardships that young Black men face there, such as poor educational outcomes, mass incarceration, lengthy prison sentences, and the effects of incarceration after release. Such institutional biases make it difficult for young Black men to succeed, and the weariness of being in this predicament underlies Grant’s character in the movie. Thus, the movie depicts the reality of limited options and offers insight into the consequences of society’s demonization of young Black men.
Gay returns to the burden of responsibility placed on Black filmmakers. She points out that Black turnout is important to and expected by Black filmmakers because ensuing Black movies depend on the success of those that come before. Fruitvale Station did well on its opening weekend, but the success can’t obscure the painful reality of Black experience or that Grant’s life was cut short at the age of 22.
Gay discusses Orange is the New Black and its positive critical reception. Although the Internet tells her she is supposed to love the show, she put off watching it for various reasons, among them the suggestion that she’s supposed to be grateful for scraps of representation. While she concedes that the show has merits—it addresses sexuality, emphasizes women building community for connection and survival, and responsibly represents a trans woman—Gay finds that the creator, Jenji Kohan, misses opportunities for originality.
Gay particularly takes issue with the depictions of Miss Claudette and Crazy Eyes. She also points out that the show centers a white woman, Piper, whom Gay considers uninteresting and a “monument to White Girl Problems” (252). The women of color in the series orbit around Piper. Gay gets the sense that the mainstream wants everyone to congratulate Kohan for her diverse cast, but Gay, citing Aura Bogado, points out that Kohan relies on racist tropes. The inadequacy tires Gay, and she concludes that the bar for pop culture is so low that people are forced (or perhaps willing) to settle for mediocrity.
In Part 3, Gay emphasizes the Representation of Marginalized Identities and The Burden of Responsibility Placed on Marginalized People with discussions of how film and TV depict Black people. The section contains three significant arguments about Black representation in media: that white creators have typically mishandled race/racial representations; that a part of this mishandling stems from Hollywood’s desire to see Black people depicted in specific and simple ways; and that Black creators also succumb to representational simplicity and are limited in the creative and narrative avenues they can explore.
The essays on The Help and Django Unchained exemplify how white creators mishandle Black people and Black people’s historical experience. Gay points out that with some critical distance and the experience of being Black, The Help is wildly offensive: “The overexaggerated dialect spoken by the maids evokes cowed black folk shuffling through their miserable lives, singing negro spirituals” (215). She also points out the “gross implication” that Skeeter’s childhood nanny’s “will to live came from wiping the assess and scrubbing the toilets of white folks” (215). Similarly, Gay notes “a moment [in Django Unchained] with a slave merrily enjoying herself on a tree swing on a plantation [. . .] while nearby, another slave is about to be beaten” (221). In addition, Gay notes the way that Django is made into a caricature for the audience to laugh at when he “picks a bright blue fop of a suit” (224).
An underlying idea in both essays is that the movies are not really about Black people. They center white characters and white perspectives, and the simplistic, condescending depictions of Black people are merely devices to drive the white narrative forward. On The Help, Gay discusses the “magical negro” trope, which she defines as “the insertion of a black character into a narrative who bestows upon the protagonist the wisdom he or she needs to move forward in some way” (209). Gay counts 12 or 13 such characters in The Help “who use their mystical powers [. . .] by helping Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan grow out of her awkwardness and insecurity into a confident, racially aware, independent career woman” (210). In a similar manner, Django is not Django’s narrative but Schultz’s. Arguably, Django serves as Schultz’s “magical negro,” helping “a white man working through his own racial demons and white guilt” (225). Gay identifies Django as a “white man’s slavery revenge fantasy” (225), replete with lack of historical accuracy and imagination about what Black enslaved people actually desired in terms of autonomy and freedom.
What these flawed and offensive depictions come down to is the creators’ exploitation of racism as a mere plot device, fueled by white privilege and insensitivity to the experiences and humanity of marginalized people. In the case of Tarantino, Gay suggests that he wields this privilege and insensitivity deliberately:
Tarantino […] managed to find a traumatic cultural experience of a marginalized people that has little to do with his own history, and used that cultural experience to exercise his hubris for making farcically violent, vaguely funny movies that set to right historical wrongs from a very limited, privileged position (222).
Meanwhile, Kathryn Stockett (the author of The Help) and Tate Taylor (the writer of the screenplay) do not even make a credible effort at writing the Black characters in a realistic and complex way. Gay writes that Stockett’s “depictions of race are almost fetishistic unless they are downright insulting” (217). She goes on to say that Stockett “caricatures black women, finding pieces of truth and genuine experience and distorting them to repulsive effect” (217).
Tarantino, Stockett, and Taylor are part of a larger problem in Hollywood. Gay more explicitly discusses the specific and stereotypical ways that Hollywood wishes to see Black characters in Essay 25, writing, “Hollywood has very specific notions about how it wants to see black people on the silver screen [. . .] all too often, critical acclaim for black films is built upon the altar of black suffering or subjugation” (227). By first discussing The Help and Django and then pointing out Hollywood’s hunger for limited depictions of Black people, Gay draws an important link between the outright racially insensitive and the efforts of Black creators to gain representation and success in the entertainment arena. What these creators, both white and Black, choose to put out reflects and perpetuates a wider cultural malaise: the denial of The Fullness and Complexity of Humanity to marginalized people in both real life and artistic renderings.
This calls back to Gay’s discussion of Thornton Dial and happy endings, where she notes that both pain and happiness characterize the experience of the marginalized (as they do all humans). One wouldn’t know this, however, from the cycle that the film industry perpetuates: “Filmmakers take note and keep giving Hollywood exactly what it wants. Hollywood showers these struggle narratives with the highly coveted critical acclaim” (231). The more Black filmmakers are limited in what they can do, the more struggle narratives dominate, impeding the possibility of “more narrative complexity, more artistic experimentation, more black screenwriters and directors [being] allowed to use their creative talents” (232). Furthermore, there is an inordinate amount of responsibility placed on Black creators and Black consumers, whereby “[e]ach time a black movie is made, it has to succeed or risk fallout for the movies that follow” (249). With this quote, Gay reminds her readers of Part 2’s discussion of the burden on female filmmakers and show creators.
Gay points to three Black filmmakers to illustrate her point about the predominance of the struggle narrative: Steve McQueen, Tyler Perry, and Ryan Coogler. She points out the artistic choices that these writers and directors make, emphasizing how they play into Hollywood’s hands with the stories they choose to tell and the sometimes exploitative manner in which they tell them. In each discussion, Gay also foregrounds the gender and/or class dimension interacting with the racial dimension. For example, on McQueen’s 12 Years A Slave, she notes that “Black women’s suffering is used to a tell a man’s story [. . .] it is more often the women who suffer and Northrup who becomes more miserable by being forced to bear witness. It is his suffering that is painted as more profound” (229). This observation recalls Gay’s argument about the brokenness that patriarchy produces and reinforces; while men are indeed broken by the distortions of dominance and power, women are typically in the line of fire as well. Privilege and perspective play an important role here, with Gay implicitly questioning whether McQueen’s depictions of physical and sexual violence against women would be so gratuitous if he weren’t a man.
Gay’s criticism of Tyler Perry is harsher, leaving no room to doubt that women’s suffering is central to his narratives. In fact, their suffering and punishment is the vehicle through which Perry promulgates his lessons on morality:
In many of Perry’s movies, women are not to be trusted. Women are regularly punished in these movies, whether by abuse, addiction, or adultery. While there are “good” women in his films, there are so many bad women—women who are unfulfilled by their lives and/or marriages and are then punished when they try to find fulfillment. An unspoken message, all too often, is “You should be grateful for what you’ve got” (234).
This description indicates Perry’s complicity in dominant cultural messaging that the little bit of progress against patriarchal dominance should satisfy women’s desire for liberation (Gay earlier found a similar message in Rosin’s The End of Men). This idea again points to privilege and perspective—particularly to the nuance required to understand the unique struggles of Black women and other women of color. This becomes a more explicit discussion in Part 5.
The same idea connects the discussion of Perry to Gay’s analysis of Orange Is the New Black and the choices that its creator makes. Gay points out the pressure that people put on her to like the show—the expectation that she’s “supposed to be grateful for the scraps” (250). Given Kohan’s shallow and tokenistic diversity (252), her reliance on racist tropes for the “diverse” characters (253), and the fact that the show centers a white woman (252), Gay questions why she should settle for “the famine from which we must imagine feast” (253). Similarly, she questions the popularity behind Perry’s poorly written and misogynistic work, noting the sentiment that the work’s existence is “better than nothing, even if the something we have is hardly anything at all” (242).
Gay also notes Perry’s exploitation—and specifically fetishization—of the working class. She points out the irony in his demonization of ambition “given the enormous wealth Perry has amassed from a largely working-class audience” (236). While Perry exploits and romanticizes the working-class experience, Coogler handles working-class realities more carefully in Fruitvale Station. Gay points out that the underlying tone of the movie is Grant’s exhaustion with the reality of institutional barriers designed to impede his success as a young Black man. For example, Gay notes the scene where Grant is “[f]orced to decide whether to sell drugs to support his family” (248), as well as his attempt to “get his job back at a local grocer after being fired” (248). Coogler’s depiction humanizes Grant, who, like so many young Black men, is barred from the very opportunities that would prevent him from resorting to criminality in order to survive. Nevertheless, there is a suggestion of the burden of responsibility: Coogler needs to accurately present this young Black man’s experience so that society might have some “insight into the consequences” of institutional racism and its intersection with economic inequity (248).
Part 3 illustrates the ways that pop culture representations indicate a wider sociocultural milieu in which full humanity and complexity are denied to Black people and other people of color. Thus, Parts 2 and 3 are an important prelude to Part 4, where Gay more explicitly deals with the politics and real-life implications of gender and racial oppression.
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