So I ended up watching “Black-ish” last night. I really hated the trailers but I gave it a shot, I’ve spent 30 minutes of my life doing worse. I was also mildly amused by white people and for some reason Crystal “GOP BLACK chick” Wright calling the show’s existence racist, especially since its just an overly neurotic Dad sitcom, a common trope in television (Home Improvement, Family Matters, According to Jim, My Wife and Kids, Modern Family also all ABC shows, and I didn’t even mean to, boom, nailed it). Anyway, the show itself was….coo. Not bad, not excellent, but coo. What I found most interesting about the show was the initial scenes when the protagonist Andre, played by Anthony “I killed Law and Order” Anderson briefly narrates his black experience at work. I don’t have a wife out my league and raising naive millennials but being the token black in a corporate setting? Now you’re talking my language, now you’re talking my language.
At my job, I’m not only a sparce black but also one of the youngest there. And I love my job, and I’ve grown used to a certain standard of living (glosses over me writing about leaving my comfort zone about a week ago *resists urge to toss hat and shmoney dance*). But being the black sheep in the herd isn’t the greatest arrangement. So while Black-ish isn’t anything spectacular; I did appreciate those scenes For Colored Boys Who Considered Self Employment When Side Eyes and Blank Stares Wasn’t Enuf. The struggle is indeed real.
Especially when coworkers want to ask you about Ferguson and it feels like an interview more than a conversation.
Or you let your hair grow out and you’re asked what did you do to it to make it so curly
Or when you give the head nod to another brother and they ask “how you know them”
Or when you’re listening to ratchet music or a podcast and they ask what you’re listening to and you really don’t want to say
Or when they make a Chappelle’s Show reference and expect props…..okay, I usually give props.
Or its just assumed that I have at least a kid
Or they reference a Rolling Stones song and they are surprised by that same props
Or when you hear them refer to an athlete as a thug and you really wonder what they really meant.
Or when a black woman is hired they assume we’re going to date soon
Or you speak and everything grows silent and you wonder if its respect or fear
Or they say who you look like and you know it’s about to be any black person
I dont work in a racist workplace, they mean well but sometimes you just want to freeze time like Zack Morris and exit immediately. Like Anderson’s character sometimes I’m just thinking too much but most of the time I can just let things ride. Another aspect of the show I hope they explore is how the kids of this new age sees race less. I let more things slide than my father would, my kids will hopefully have nothing to let slide in the first place (wishful thinking). Life is too short, sometimes the blinders are necessary for ones own sanity. Society isnt perfect, like not even remotely but I’m strutting into a nice building listening to Jeezy and getting paid for it. Things could be much worse.