We’ve Made It. Racism Is Over; Or, I’m Not Going to See Another Movie Where a Black Man Gives His Life for a Country That Would Stand Over His Grave and Call Him, “[N-word]”

So I have this unlimited movie pass that allows me to go see any movie I want, whenever I want. So I’ve been watching a lot of movies. I saw Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris (cute), Where the Crawdads Sing (excellent), Elvis (surprisingly good), Minions: The Rise of Gru (I slept through this one), and the list really does go on and on.

I think I’ve become a sort of movie buff.

Anyway, I’ve also seen some snooze-fests like Thor: Love and Thunder, which actually put me to sleep twice.

But the award for the worst movie I’ve seen is hands down, Devoted.

So, full disclosure, unlike most people, I was introduced to Jonathan Majors through the MCU—the Marvel Cinematic Universe. He’s Kang the Conqueror, a god-like character who manages the multiverse (or something like that. I don’t know really. I’ve seen all the Marvel movies, but I don’t really be knowing what be going on for real for real). Anyway, he’s Kang. He’s this powerful guy who's orchestrating the events of the entire galaxy or whatever.

And then I go to see Devotion, which, from the trailer, was about—I thought—a man whose love for his wife made him an excellent fighter pilot, and, I mean, it was kinda, sorta, almost, a little bit about that.

But it was set in the 1950s, so the real star was racism.

Except, it wasn’t.

This movie was set in the 1950s and no n-words were dropped…

Well, not by any white characters.

Y’all, why they had Jonathan Majors’ character, Jesse Brown, standing in front of the mirror calling HIMSELF the n-word???

(Now, I did a little research, and Brown, apparently, did keep a book of insults, and as a child, he would stand in the mirror and talk to himself, but this is no evidence that he did this while in the Navy.)

But even if he did, he heard the insults somewhere. And they aren’t in this film.

So you mean to tell me nobody, not a single body, in the Navy called this man out of his name?

Seriously???

He’s called a sideshow, and this French hotel concierge tries to refuse him entry, but that’s about as far as the racism goes.

Oh, and he almost gets into a fight, but he’s saved (gag me) by his white friend.

In a movie about a Black man, the white men are the stars and saviors. The white men come through. The white men risk their lives. The white men rise up. The white men, shockingly, do the right thing.

So, yay. We’ve ended racism. In two hours and nineteen minutes.

Just have the Black man call himself a n*gger.