The Suge and Katt Show: Happy Hallowe’en!

The front runner for Dumbest Man of the Week is Katt Williams, arrested and charged with stealing a camera from a celebrity photographer. Suge Knight was also arrested, as his alleged partner in crime.

Suge’s bail is set at $1 million; curiously, the amount he paid on behalf of the late, lamented Tupac Shakur, to get him out of jail. As no one can forget, Tupac later died as Suge’s passenger.

Does Katt think he’s strong enough to avoid disaster in Suge’s shadow? Think again, ya’ big dummy! (Long Live Redd Foxx!)

It is certainly entertaining to watch the local news. In a time when we have to worry about Ebola, ISIS, and never-ending political commercials, we need something to laugh about.

This week, Katt, we’re laughing at you. Not with you, at you.

Unjustified Homicide

The recent shootings of Michael Brown and Ezell Ford have caused much controversy. Sadly, these incidents are not new. Those of us who remember Tyisha Miller and Anthony Dwaine Lee, among countless others, may wonder if this conduct will ever cease.

It is not sufficient to refer to the post-Reconstruction South or post-World War II discrimination as the basis for unjustified police shootings of unarmed Black Americans. Both North and South in the colonial era passed restrictive laws which encompassed free blacks, slaves, Indians, and bond servants. These laws assumed that all such persons were a menace to society unless firmly controlled.

Black Americans must prove their acceptability day by day. While the extent of white privilege may be in doubt, Paul Mooney is not wrong when he refers to “the complexion for protection.” Any white adult who pretends otherwise, is in denial.

Film Review: “The Most Wanted Man” – Least Wanted

I saw this film to watch Philip Seymour Hoffman in his last role. His performance was not up to his usual standard. None of the cast could get their German accents right. Hoffman’s drinking and smoking, the shots of him lying on his bed, evoked some of the atmosphere of his last days. The plot is simply unbelievable. If you want to see some nice shots of Hamburg, a place you might never want to visit, this is a good film. Otherwise, one star only, for Philip Seymour Hoffman.

Happy 90th, James!

James Arthur Jones was born on August 2, 1924 in Harlem, just four weeks before my grandfather was born in Bergen County, New Jersey.

Later known by his step-father’s name, Baldwin, he became a great writer, just as he predicted to his mother, Berdis, at the age of eight. I can only imagine his mother’s bewilderment at this pronouncement. “It’s more than a notion,” she told him. That did not stop him from reaching his destiny.

A production of “The Amen Corner” was seen on Broadway this year, and now 128th Street has been co-named “James Baldwin Place.” While the New York publishing clique stubbornly refuses to recognize his genius, and Common Core doesn’t include him, there are many people who still remember the grace, the fire, and the majesty of Le Baldwin.

Film Review: “Chef” – Multicultural Schmaltz

“Chef” is a heartwarming tale which supports popular fantasies about success and money. It is wonderful to see Sofia Vergara as a sophisticated, soft spoken woman. Jon Favreau, the star and director, is not very convincing as the ex she secretly longs for. Emjay Anthony, their love child, is even less convincing as a little Multicultural Moses. John Lenguizamo adds some zip in a supporting role.

White people should learn to do more than just take the cultural traditions of others and reduce them to a bland, cute, acceptable mass.

Save your money for a nice meal at Versailles, and see the film when it turns up on DVD or Netflix.

Book Review: The Diary of Antera Duke, an Eighteenth-Century African Slave Trader (2010)

The book is a collection of letters and other notes taken by Duke’s clerk between January 18, 1785 and January 31, 1788, edited by Behrendt, Latham and Northrup. Duke was collecting slaves in the area of the Calabar River (now southeast Nigeria). He made friends with the local authorities, had parties with them, and gave them commercial goods and currency. His Efik name was “Ntiero Edem Efion.” Duke notes the high mortality rates during the Middle Passage, up to 30% for several voyages. Once the ships arrived in the New Americas, the slaves were quarantined due to “harbor mortality,” which resulted in even more deaths. (Franklin referred to this phase as “the seasoning.”)

Duke claims Efik merchants sold 15,000 slaves to Europeans during this three-year period, along with 500,000 pounds of yams, and 100 tons of ivory, palm oil, dyewood, and pepper.

This book should be read by anyone who denies that Africans participated in the Transatlantic Slave Trade.