Black Pain Will Never Stop Trending

What is an image worth? Specifically, what is the image of a dead Black man worth? If you had to guess, how much do you think an image of a Black man fatally wounded would go for, his body chilling against the pavement as a pool of blood— in the shape of Africa, just in case the symbolism wasn’t clear—forms next to him?

Not sure? Too uncomfortable a thought? According to members of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, that man—and the story of his death, rather than the story of his life—is worth Hollywood’s highest distinction: Oscar gold.

James, fortunately, is not a real person. Played by the rapper Joey Badass, he is the fictional protagonist of Two Distant Strangers, a film by screenwriter and comedian Travon Free that won Best Live Action Short Film at Sunday night’s ceremony. James, unfortunately, is meant to be a symbol. He’s meant to represent the gross inevitability of Black manhood in America: a target of white supremacist terror.

The movie exploits a sci-fi gimmick to make its argument. Think Groundhog Day, but horror. James is stuck in a time loop, and what begins as the best day of his life turns into his worst—and last. The real depravity of the plot is in how his demise plays out: Through the course of the film, James dies exactly 100 times at the hands of a white police officer. If getting killed 100 times feels extreme, if it feels disturbingly inappropriate, that is the point—the visceral horror of a Black man being fatally gunned down by a cop, the movie suggests, is a nightmare Black people can never wake from.

Everywhere one looks, Black people are being terrorized and killed—harassed while walking down the street, stopped and questioned while driving. Through shaky camera-phone footage, we see them annihilated without a second thought. The spectacle of pain is unrelenting, a nauseating recitation of trauma that pulls focus to the end of a life, not what happened during it. In recent years, camera phone recordings have been critical in amplifying racial issues. But awareness and amplification come with a toll. For Black people, the cost of attention is the constant reminder of our suffering. The phenomenon can’t be escaped, no matter how hard one tries. From lived reality to television to social media, it is all consuming. It is all the time. It is never going to end.

And so the pop culture machinery dutifully churns, relying on imagery soaked in a kind of retrograde myopia. The latest instance is Them. An Amazon series centered on a working-class Black family that moves to a white Los Angeles suburb in the early 1950s, it reaches the same conclusion as Two Distant Strangers: Black people, and Black life, are objects of unwant. Misery is the sole prism through which we meet and understand the Emory family. They are subjected to beastly mistreatment, but other horrors lurk in their new neighborhood, some more obvious than others. They are surrounded by suffering, by hate. They can’t escape it. It’s the reason they fled North Carolina and also what greets them in sunny, seemingly paradisiacal Compton. The series recycles the same stomach-turning vision of pain and cultural emptiness that is rewarded on social media, the kind of fare that revolves around the physical and cultural theft of bodies.

In both Them and Two Distant Strangers, bodies are beaten. Again and again bodies are beaten. Bodies are raped, bodies are burned, bodies are fetishized, bodies are killed. Bodies become vectors of unimaginable vitriol, of home-baked racism. And in this version of Black suffering, in this hokey and too-easy symbolism, there is a danger in being a witness, in seeing such continuous torment. For these projects, to be Black is to be traumatized, only and always.

social experiment by Livio Acerbo #greengroundit #wired https://www.wired.com/story/black-pain-two-distant-strangers-social-media