After paying our big bucks to go to the nice suburban fancy theater last week, Bruce and I watched the trailers before seeing a movie about Bobby Fischer, the chess genius.
We both enjoyed this movie, and I won’t say Bobby Fischer was the breaking point for me. That’s been coming for years.
It was the trailers.
The first was about a woman entrapped with a little girl. It seemed like she and this little girl were being held captive by some unseen rapist man. It said “based on a true story” or maybe “based on the bestselling novel.” I thought it might have been based on the story of Jaycee Lee Dugard, who was kidnapped as a pre-teen and held in this complete and total bastard’s back yard for 18 years, where he got her pregnant twice, and she had two children. I knew it couldn’t be about the Philadelphia bastard, Gary Heidnik, because the women he held captive in his basement weren’t white. This trailer clearly showed a delicately-pretty white actress, and a delicately pretty white girl.
Then came this “Suffragette” trailer.
The more I watched this thing, the more pissed-off I got. I am not going to look up whomever the delicately pretty white actress is who is starring as the poor, working class “suffragette.” I “got” that this was taking place in the UK, because brutish bearded pig men were menacing her with Cockney threats because she was a rock-throwing suffragette. I “got” that she was subject to manhandling, rape, threatened by having her little boy taken away, and she got to touch the hand of the queenly Meryl Streep character, this classic suffragette leader who spoke from a balcony in a queen-like fashion, and rode in a carriage touching the hands of the unwashed getting beaten to a pulp for her ideals.
I turned to Bruce and said, “That’s the best they can do?”
If there’s a woman in the movie at all, it’s a victim of rape and imprisonment … double the pleasure if a little girl gets thrown in!
And the one heroic story they can come up with is Suffragette, not even about US women fighting for the right to vote. It has to be a British film … not that their situation isn’t dramatic, but please. Rape or Suffragette Rape and Beating prior to Voting. Is there no other story?
Is there no other color or look than delicately pretty brunette for these roles?
Aw Hell No.
Would I wear this stinking t-shirt? Would I even think about making it?
Aw Hell No.
I want, for women of color, the same as what I want for my self, and my own daughter. For every mother and every daughter, all around the world — for every sister, for every friend, for every aunt, for every niece, for every cousin.
To be treated like a human being.
I want the day to come when rape, beating and murder of any woman is not considered entertainment and is not the subject of half the Bestseller list and just about every movie made featuring a woman in any way. I want the day to come when there can be movies about women — all colors, ages, shapes, sizes, shy, outgoing, brave and timid — as smart as chess champion Bobby Fischer. Did you know there have been six movies made about him? Dozens of books?
No movies made about civil rights advocate Yuri Kochiyama whose eyes knew no color but who knew right and fair … they say there is a song written about her.
She said, “Life is not what you alone make it. Life is the input of everyone who touched your life and every experience that entered it …”
Imagine in that movie trailer, what most angered me. Meryl Streep leaned royally from that carriage and touched that young actress’ hand and sent her to die. That was portrayed as “good.” In reality — it is bad.