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In honor of the Tumblr exodus:
Supergrass - Time To Go
I rewatched Black Panther and I'm so sad. Sadder than I've ever been from a movie, I'm crying again hours after it's over. I can't stop thinking about how at the end Wakanda swoops in and starts to make things better for African-Americans. It's implied that things are going to improve there but it's not real. Everything that Killmonger lived, proved and died for still exists in real life and no one can come in and fix it. It just hurts and will keep on hurting. The debts of suffering last forever and the deserved level of improvement will take so long. I can stop thinking about the movie to not be sad, but I can't turn off the injustice and pain Black America faces that the movie is really about. And honestly I'm glad that I can't stop being sad about it, because I don't think you can begin to really grasp an issue until you feel the emotions that it calls for about it. Knowing that I'm closer to better understanding helps me do better work, and I can't wait to be more helpful.
Moral of the story: fiction is a great medium to deliver truths and get people to care about them properly. And that white people like me have a lot of work to do to make things better and we have to get moving now.