If you haven't seen this kid already, you gotsta catch up. Another bit of brilliance from Kid President.
Do you think a young brother could really play a role like this before NeO? Wouldn't it have come off strange? Tragic?
But not now. You can allow yourself to feel the hope that's embodied in this very slickly produced movie because it's documenting demonstrated truth. The order has changed. Even if Obama's a bioengeneered robot, the narrative he is creating is going to produce a lot more little brothers like the one in this video. I feel pepped.
Thankfully, I never had to play the role of substitute. It's a different type of teaching experience because you enter the classroom under a premise that no one really believes: that you are just as capable as the educator you're replacing. In reality, you have no idea what was previously taught, who the children are, or what were the class expectations. Hopefully, the teacher has left a detailed lesson plan, but even if they did, the kids know the deal. You are an adult they are unaccountable to. If something goes wrong in this class, on this day, you will be blamed.
Mr. Fullwood was my model for what a sub should be. He was a huge guy (to us) and big enough that you didn't feel bad about making jokes about him, but also big enough that you didn't want to piss him off because he could squash you. He smiled like a yellow-toothed Cheshire cat at all of our dumb jokes, even when Jon Silk always asked him if he was going to be giving the class the "full wood" that day. Although his voice was coated with tar from the pack of smokes he kept in his breast pocket, he didn't raise his voice often. But when he did, people got quiet. Most importantly, he had both a sense of humor about his dour profession, and a corresponding pride in what he was doing. He made us do whatever was on the lesson plan and he made sure nobody got too crazy. Even though it must have been primarily a way to scratch a couple of nickels together, we got the sense that he cared about us--even if only for 60 minutes.
This experience, along with my time working in Baltimore public schools (Higher, higher!), inspired me to write The Substitute, which was recently published in 2 Bridges Literary Review. Check it out when you get a chance. But before you do, prepare yourself with some instructional videos from Key and Peele.
...should show somebody else how to can. That's my teaching philosophy.If you want your kids to be better writers, than they need you to model it for them, as scary as it sounds. Don't be afraid to make yourself a writer in your own classroom. That was the main topic of discussion in my interview with former Indiana Review editor Alessandra Rolffs. But really the best reason to click is the picture of my daughter, Little Miss Knowitall. Check it.
core, Django: Unchained is a counter-narrative and graphic fairytale about a
black man’s commitment to honor his marriage vows and reunite with his wife
despite the institutional fetters of slavery.
course, this is no kid's fairytale. The damsel in distress is an enslaved
comfort woman and the knight in shining armor is a runaway turned bounty
hunter. In this story, the dragon gets shot through the heart, the ogre gets
kneecapped, and the castle is blown to smithereens.
(Jamie Foxx) is a black slave that hooks up with a bounty hunter by the name of
Dr. King Schultz (Christopher Waltz), who gives him freedom and a new job:
hunting white fugitives. Despite
his new employment and emancipation, Django never gives up on rescuing his
wife Broomhilda (Kerry Washington), who was sold down the river to Mississippi's fourth
largest plantation: Candieland. Calvin Candie (Leonardo DiCaprio) owns the
plantation and his loyal houseman Stephan (Samuel L. Jackson at his sinister
best) runs the show.
Django tells Schultz his story, the German marvels at Broomhilda's name and
recounts a Norse legend about a maiden named Broomhilda who was freed from
mountaintop captivity by a shining knight. As the bounty hunters mount up for
their quest, it's hard not to see the enterprise as a fairytale.
not have to act an ass like the last black actor to land a major role in a fairytale
box office smash. In fact, Django, according to Monsieur Candie, is more than a
Mandingo fighter, a violent black male slave dripping testosterone; he is a 1
in 10,000 type “nigger” (sic). His ability to defer gratification—for blood or
sex—in order to carry out the clever ruse they use to purchase Broomhilda’s
freedom distinguishes him summa cum laude from all other Romeos and Prince
for a fairytale about black lovers, Foxx’s and Washington’s performances are on
the pedestrian side. Apparently all that was needed was pretty faces and
household names to fill the roles. Interestingly, Django’s altruistic appeal to
take Broomhilda’s beating for running away is the single most passionate scene
they share during the entire film. Foxx and Washington spend little time on
screen with each other expressing their love in words or touch beyond the predictable
passionate kiss after the heroic rescue of the final scene.
selfless love compels him to traverse KKK-saturated lands and defy black codes
to rejoin his wife. But beyond his death-defying conquest, Django’s love for
Broomhilda is only weakly portrayed by his daydreams, which call to mind a
General Mills farmer imagining his long-lost award-winning sunflower. Broomhilda is more like Django’s stolen
property, an object to be possessed rather than a
cherished companion. As a married man, I would have preferred to see daydreams
of the wedding ceremony, “honeymoon”, or a hand holding stroll through the
Despite all this, Django is an American Legend. Django does
what maybe 1 in 10,000 men would do as a fugitive: He risks almost certain
death to infiltrate and destroy the master’s house in order to save his wife
and restore his family. Django is more than a cinematic tale of gore. It's a
clarion call to black men to fight for their families no matter the racially
oppressive economic and social conditions of America. Even so, as Americans, we
should consider the Broomhildas of our personal and collective hearts held
captive by any number of institutional “isms,” especially racism and
capitalism. Pursue her with a reckless abandon; there is no tomorrow.
Through an unfortunate series of events, Misstraknowitall finds himself home alone. Instead of fixing my leaky shower or grading a desk full of student essays, I delved into my Netflix queue and finally watched The Grey. Maybe it was missing my ladies at the beginning of a new year, but something about Liam Neeson's battle against wolves and his fear of mortality grabbed me. So, I used screen caps to make a collage about it. The words are all captions from the film. Wannaseeithereitgo.