Django doesn’t make light of slavery (and random other thoughts)

I've been reading a lot of news stories (and, unfortunately, comments as well) about Tarantino's newest film, Django, and here are some of my random thoughts.


First of all, I'm a big admirer of Spike Lee, but he admittedly has not seen (and refuses to see) Django, so his opinion on the film shouldn't be a huge news story. There are also seem to be a number of news outlets misreporting Lee as mainly objecting to the use of a certain six-letter racial slur in the movie instead of objecting to the movie being a spaghetti Western, and thus disrespectful to his ancestors. In the past, Lee has objected to Tarantino's overuse/misuse of that racial slur, but the tweet in question refers mainly to Django possibly making light of slavery.

Unlike Spike Lee, I have seen the movie, and I can assure you that it takes slavery very seriously. There exist funny moments in the movie, but no one in the theater laughed at slaves being whipped, branded, or torn apart by dogs. No one laughed at Django and Broomhilda being auctioned off separately. Those moments were sobering and deadly silent ones among the audience members I watched the film with (racially mixed and predominantly white).

Are there silly moments in the film? Sure. But it isn't a silly movie. The movie is a weird hodgepodge (as most Tarantino films are) of intense drama, light comedy, silly action, and graphic violence. Does Reservoir Dogs make light of ear dismemberment because there's also a funny moment when Mr. Pink explains why he doesn't tip at restaurants? No.

What I would contend is that this film is probably one of the least racist films I've ever seen a white man direct (The Negotiator is also not that racist, but a black man directed it). How many films have you seen from Hollywood in which the black guy is the main character, the white guy the sacrificial sidekick, and most of the other white people in the film villains? Where are all the people complaining about Amistad or The Blind Side? How many movies have we seen get virtually no press for being racist that are actually racist? If you see another movie in which the black actor's sole purpose in the film is to help the white protagonist find himself or win the battle, are you also going to say it's racist and disrespectful? I hope so. If you see another movie that's supposedly about black people but is really about how some nice white person lifted the black person up from poverty and ignorance, are you also going to say it's racist and disrespectful? I hope so. Who, apart from the Asian American community, spoke up about the yellowface in Cloud Atlas? How many times have we been told "it's just a movie" or "it's just entertainment" when Hollywood movies depict non-whites negatively?

I'm actually quite proud of Tarantino. I remember watching Inglorious Basterds and thinking to myself "Yeah, people seem cool with Jews killing Hitler, but when will there be a movie about black slaves killing white slave owners?" Little did I know that was Tarantino's next project.


There's been a lot of focus in the mainstream press about race in the movie, and very little about gender. The movie barely passes the Bechdel Test (I think Miss Candie asks Broomhilda to speak German). Regardless, the women in the movie are basically useless props. Broomhilda is a totally helpless maiden, as badly fleshed out a character as any Disney 1950s princess (Mulan and Belle have more depth). Miss Candie and her female slaves all have very little to no personality or depth. I understand in the deep South of the mid-19th century women didn't have a lot of power. That's fine. Does that mean they also have to be totally devoid of personality or feelings?


The other thing I thought about while watching the film was the whole gun control debate. There was a lot of shooting in the movie, lots of bloodshed. What's more interesting, though, are all the times the camera does a close-up on Django reaching for his gun when he gets upset, and then deciding not to use it. The gun, as the movie portrays it, is an easy way to kill lots of people without thinking about it. Without spoiling the movie with exact details, there's another character who compulsively shoots someone else, and it wasn't necessarily a good idea. At another point in the movie, a character rigs a building to blow up. The rigging took a lot of time and setup. It was deliberate and planned. A lot of the shooting comes from impulse.

This reminds me of a normally politically conservative former co-worker of mine, who surprised me by telling me he didn't think people should have guns. He used to own guns. But he said one time he got really angry at someone he was driving behind (ye olde road rage), and he was very glad to not have his gun with him, because he said he probably would have taken it out and shot the other driver. That compulsion frightened him.

I think that component of "the gun" is often missing from all the gun control debates. Yes, you can blow people up with fertilizer or crash a plan into a building using a box cutter. Those methods of destruction require a lot of planning and forethought. If you happen to be angry and have a gun nearby, you can go on a rampage without thinking the whole thing through.

I remember the debates a couple of years ago in San Francisco about the Golden Gate Bridge nets. Many people thought it was stupid to have nets. The logic went "If these people want to kill themselves, they'll kill themselves. If it's not jumping off a bridge, it'll be something else." I get that logic. In fact, that's what I thought, too, until I kept reading more letters to The San Francisco Chronicle and also watched the documentary The Bridge. Yes, someone who's completely determined to kill herself or himself will find a way to do so. But many people who jump off the Golden Gate Bridge (or any bridge) just have a suicidal compulsion at that moment (they may be depressed in general but not determinedly suicidal). The bridge being closed or a net being in place may stop those people from making a stupid mistake.

Just some random thoughts I had that I didn't see in a lot of the mainstream media or even the blogosphere.

Race, Class, Gender, Sexuality

Who has a right to talk?

Everyone has a right to an opinion, naturally. We are all human beings. We observe. We think. We act based on what we think about what we observe. There are sometimes when it’s best to keep your opinions to yourself, though, or to at least hold off on sharing them so that you can listen to opinions you might not often hear or that others might not often hear.

This is a quandary I often face, being both a male and a person of color. I get annoyed when there are debates about antiracism, and sometimes white people just won’t shut up and listen to people of color. Likewise, I get annoyed (yes, even at myself) when there are debates about feminism and sometimes men just won’t shut up and listen to women.

I do feel for white people, though. I feel for them. I really do. As a man, I often can’t resist the urge to share my opinion, to argue back and forth and always feel as if my opinion needs to be expressed and listened to, regardless of what other people’s opinions I might be stifling. It’s tough. It’s tough to just be quiet and listen. I’m also particularly argumentative by nature—have been ever since a very young age.

I have to remind myself, though, that space is important. Just as white people sometimes have to give us our space to just think and articulate our thoughts without constant interruption and objection, I have to give women that same space. I have to give gay people that same space. I have to give non-Americans (whom I run into with increasing frequency in online discussions) that same space.

Since I am part of at least one marginalized demographic (Asian-Americans), it’s easier for me to see how dominant or chauvinistic I can be in other respects. How often have I been shamed by spouting my mouth off about some issue only to be told by a European that what I said applies pretty much only in an American context?

I remember in college there were big debates about the Take Back the Night march every year. The march was run in such a fashion that men were not allowed to speak during circling up, and men could participate in the march but not be in the front of the march. A lot of men called this reverse sexism. There were even women who were saying men should be allowed to speak. Finally, one year, the organizers of the march said that men could speak in the circling up but only if they were sexual assault survivors themselves. That year was a disaster. Several men did speak up during the march, but none of them was a survivor or shared a story of themselves dealing with being sexually assaulted. They just went on tirades about how women need to be more careful. What the fuck?! I was ashamed to be a man during that march. Take Back the Night is all about taking back the night, creating at least one night a year in which women can feel a safe space. During that time, to be lectured to be more careful is a great way to have the entire night’s objective be undermined. Men ruined it once again.

I didn’t really mind being in the back or not saying anything. I knew that my very silent presence in the back was already saying something: “I support this effort.” I didn’t have to speak out in a circle or be in the front. I just had to be there.

Are there times to speak out? Surely. What a shameful society we’d live in if white people could never talk about race, men could never talk about feminist issues, and straights could never talk about queer sexuality. But there are times. That’s the trick.

Figure out when you’re in a debate. Then debate. But also recognize when people are just trying to articulate their thoughts in a safe setting without being attacked and try, try to understand the need for that space. I’m still working this all out on my end, too. We all have opinions, and we should all have the right to have opinions, but there are times and places to express those opinions. Sometimes you should just listen. Sometimes I should just listen, too.