I don’t want to go outside anymore
I don’t want to work twice as hard to be considered half as good anymore Continue reading
I don’t want to go outside anymore
I don’t want to work twice as hard to be considered half as good anymore Continue reading
I have been a bit scarce lately. (I haven’t published a post since April 16th to be exact). I have several posts ready to go, but they all seem to fall flat in the current climate. I can’t help but feel like the string quartet playing on the sinking the Titanic as I write them. How frivolous is it to fawn over a book while Rome is burning? Don’t get me wrong. I am not a person who believes that to be aware, one must dedicate every waking hour to a tragedy. However, I think to soldier on without acknowledging it is far worse.
In Parts, I and II, I discussed my prior experience traveling to Selma, Alabama and my reaction to the 2014 movie Selma. In my conclusion, I discuss how the reception of Selma solidified my views on African-Americans in film.
I have seen the movie Selma twice- first on its opening day in my State and again the following Monday. I have never done this before. In fact, I am known more for walking out of films than I am for enjoying them in theaters. This film touched me on many levels and caused me to think about my past experiences, The Civil Rights Movement, and current media in such a way that I had trouble abbreviating my feelings. For this reason, this will be a three-part series.