If Wonder Woman is Your Problem, Then We’ve Got a Problem
Full disclosure: Wonder Woman is one of my childhood heroes.
I loved Wonder Woman for what she – as a CHARARCTER – represented to me, as a Black Girl growing up in the South – a place not exactly known for encouraging Little Black Girls who wanted more from their lives than just being a “suitable” mate for a man: Empowerment and Self-Actualization. Class. Beauty. Style. Intelligence. Strength. Confidence. All the things I was told – albeit tacitly – I could only be, if I didn’t mind being single, in the process.
For me, seeing a female character like Wonder Woman on screen – one who wasn’t arm candy, didn’t require the validation of a relationship, and was rarely, if ever, the damsel in distress – made me want to be the hero of my own life.
In some ways, Wonder Woman helped put me on my path to discovering the kind of Black Woman I wanted to be, when I grew up.
I remember spending my Saturdays – my little behind parked in front of my grandmother’s TV – watching Lynda Carter’s Diana Prince (a/k/a Wonder Woman, to the uninitiated) use a combination of brains and brawn to take down the bad guys, and save the day.
I thought that was the coolest thing, ever – knowing that in someone’s imagination, somewhere, a woman was doing the saving, instead of needing it.
Hell, I still that’s some cool shit.
That Lynda Carter (née Linda Cordova) was white – or as these label-obsessed mofos like to call it these days, “white-identified” – was NOT my issue. I didn’t look at Lynda and imagine I was her; I looked at Lynda, and imagined she was me.
And there is a difference.
Knowing Wonder Woman’s an historically white character doesn’t change the fact that I filtered her through my lens, not the other way around.
As an individual, I was able to – and had every right to – form my own opinion of this non-existent being who was (likely) based on a Black Woman, anyway. (Diana’s twin sister, Nubia, is BLACK. See, here —>)
With that in mind, let me ask you this: What’s up with all the fucking groupthink?
Why does Wonder Woman bother you so much?
Why are you now suddenly interested in taking “a serious look” at an actor’s personal life and politics, before you part with your cash?
Why are you now concerned about the ways Black characters are marginalized in films that feature white protagonists, and a mostly white cast?
As a White Male-dominated industry, the Hollywood Machine is as it does – and what it does is minimize the value of Melanin. That’s it. Even the so-called Black movies you’ve come to know and love – and can quote, verbatim – still had the backing of white-owned studios, and were still distributed by white-owned, white-controlled companies.
You do know that, right?
The way some of y’all are out here, trippin’, it would suggest otherwise.
I saw the overly masculine, “butch”-looking Black Amazon warrior whose role consisted of a series of grunts and unnecessarily mean facial expressions that didn’t invoke terror, so much as they did confusion.
I saw the one prominent Black Amazonian senator with only ONE line of dialogue, the nature of which would barely pass as a decent, coherent sentence, were it up to my high school English teacher to judge.
I saw ALL of the problems that you did, believe me.
Yet my question to you all is still, “AND?”
Seriously. And, WHAT?
How are you trying to put Gal Gadot in check for her perceived racism and White Supremacist attitude, when you have – time and again – supported the same racism and White Supremacy, yourselves?
I mean, if you were this upset about R. Kelly PISSING on an underage child, his career would have ended, years ago.
That Negro released a Christmas album, in 2016.
And where were you when Lil’ Wayne used the torture and murder of Emmett Till as a metaphor for his perceived sexual prowess? Did you demand that his record label drop him for doing something so undeniably disgusting, and completely unforgivable, or did you just get bored, and move on to something else – like you usually do?
Russell Simmons produced a “comedy” skit that basically made Harriet Tubman out to be a whore who traded blow jobs for freedom, yet anyone who dared criticize how he could be so blatantly disrespectful toward a woman who’s done far more for our people than he ever has or will was labeled a “hater.”
In fact, Simmons himself, in response to the Tubman backlash, called his critics “do nothing Negroes.“
Because FUCK Harriet Tubman, I guess.
Rick Ross made a song that basically reads like a step-by-step guide to date rape, but as long as he’s not out there raping white girls, it’s “just a song.”
Yet, ‘tis Wonder Woman and Gal Gadot that’s your line in the sand.
“Empire” and “Scandal” ain’t nothing but two sides to the same “let’s perpetuate Negro stereotypes” coin, yet every time someone Black even attempts to point that out, here comes the cape: “It’s TV. It’s not that serious.” “Why can’t you let Black people be successful?” “It’s 2017: Let that shit go. You gotta crawl before you can walk. It may be bad now, but that’s so it can be better, later.”
Know what? Fuck YOU.
You’re a bunch of fucking hypocrites. No other way to say it.
What do you think you look like having this much of an issue with this ONE movie, out of the dozens of others that have blatantly portrayed Blacks in an even worse light?
You can’t possibly believe “Django Unchained” was a solid representation of the Black Experience? That movie was a fucking joke, and it made slavery look like a 400-year-long slapstick comedy/revenge fantasy. Quentin Tarrantino reduced our Ancestors’ pain to barely more than a blip on the radar of American history, yet y’all all thought “Django” was the best fucking movie to have ever movied.
Denzel Washington won Oscars for playing a SLAVE, and a CRIMINAL – a dirty cop, no less – and he’s the fucking man.
Halle Berry won an Oscar for being a BED WENCH, yet she’s “an inspiration” who had the nerve to say she was “standing on the shoulders of giants.”
Whoopi Goldberg won an Oscar for being both an “updated” MAMMY, and a CON ARTIST, but her shit smells of roses, newly bloomed.
“Moonlight” won the Oscar for Best Picture for essentially saying that the only Black men with humanity and sensitivity are also homosexual, meaning that all of the heterosexual Brothers out there are monsters devoid of anything that even remotely makes them look like human beings – but since you like Marhashala Ali, you let that go.
My point? Many of you CELEBRATED these wins. You were PROUD.
“It’s about time,” and “Finally, Hollywood sees us,” is what some of you said, in light of these victories.
Yet at the same time, you let the Hollywood machine stop you from going to see “Birth of a Nation.” (Funny that once the movie tanked, you ain’t heard a peep about Nate Parker’s rape allegations, since.)
Are you for real?
One more time, for the cheap seats: Hollywood is under no obligation to make movies or television shows that cater to your fickle sensibilities, and fragile sense of self – especially when you’re constantly sending mixed signals about what you deem “acceptable” representation.
If all that other shit I named for some reason “ain’t that deep” to you, then Wonder Woman and Gal Gadot for damn sure ain’t that deep, neither.
Why are you still – STILL – looking to Hollywood to do for you what you won’t even do for yourself? In the age of YouTube, Vimeo, Kickstarter, and Patreon, what’s stopping you from producing and distributing your own content?
What’s stopping you? I mean, aside from the fact it’s easier for you to see if someone else will do it for you, if you whine about it long enough?
I just can’t with some of y’all. Really, I just fucking can’t.
With that said, you can take your hypocritical faux outrage, and your pseudo-intellectual posturing, and shove them right up your ass.
Negroes like YOU are a much bigger detriment to the progress of Black folks than Wonder Woman could ever be.
That I even have to say this shit to you is a problem, in itself.