This scene in Inglourious Bastards, this particular part, was so brilliantly written. The characters are playing a game where you sit in a circle and write a famous person’s name on a card, flip it over, pass the card to the person next to you and stick it to your head without looking. Then you ask everyone questions to figure out who it is. This man- a Nazi commander- asked “Am I American?” (no but..) “Have I visited America?” (yes) “Was my visit fruitious?” (no) “Did I go against my will?” (yes) “Am I from a place you’d call exotic?” (yes) “Am I from the jungle?” (yes) “Did I go by boat?” (yes) “And when I got there was I bound with chains and presented in front of a crowd?” (yes!) “Well then. I know who I am. An African slave. No? Oh then I’m King Kong.” — and in one instance the viewer realizes the metaphor which King Kong was to the African slave trade (a truly Tarantino way of inserting social awareness through dialogue spoken by social oppressors) as well as takes a moment of almost comic relief to a very strange middle ground since we see just how intelligent and foolproof this man is. This is good filmmaking.
I didn’t fall in love
I walked to it in steady steps
With eyes wide open
I am standing in love
Not falling in love
I want you with every bit of consciousness in me.
- Ghada Al Samman
“As you become more clear about who you really are, you’ll be better able to decide what is best for you - the first time around.”
“He knew that I love you also means I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
7 years ago, I learned I was going to have a son. My immediate feeling was fear.
Not because I did not want a son. But because I knew I had to teach him more than just being a man.
What was I going to do with a boy? Fortunately, I had a great partner, his mother, who is smart and full of insights. I know more than just a little bit about being a black male in these United States, but what about my son? What would I have to offer? My fears? Quite frankly, I’m still afraid for my son. The best j can do, is to continue educating him, protect him, cherish him and warn him to always remain unprovoked, to put his ego aside when dealing with Coos. Because, HE IS BLACK. HE WILL NOT BE A STATISTIC
We are over exposed and under developed. Thanks to social media and the internet everything is so much more accessible. We fall in love with portrayals of other people’s lives and fail to invest our time with those that truly matter. We forget that relationships are a means of personal enrichment and development. Instead we make comparisons and fall into traps on envy. Young girls start what should be the best years of their lives insecure. And women tear each other down. Men use pride as a bandaid to cover their scars. We lose our humility and trade our joy with fleeting superficial moments. If there was an X-ray that showed a relative portrayal of the lives we are so quick to show off, would it be accurate? A lot of us don’t think we struggle with jealousy or envy. But it’s not in the moments of strength that we battle these things, it’s in the shadows of vulnerability. In the words of Colleen Rouse “You make an inferior imitation but you make a superior original. Why don’t you just be you?” :) #itsajourney #joyisachoice