For Us by Us

When art is made for black folks (and you’re a black folk) it is hard to be passive in your consumption of it. It feels sentient. That, at some point, it has thought about you, formed an opinion on you and is telling you what it thinks of you. Its success as art is felt vicariously. Its failure, as offense. Black Art isn’t forgettably good or forgettably bad. It’s memorably adjudicated.

This scene is filmed across the street from my first apartment. This scene is filmed around the corner from my current and third. This scene is filmed inside the bodega I go to for Sour Patch Kids because I believe that they’re the secret to keeping fresh breath throughout a night of drinking. It is a show about Harlem, a feared black man in a hoodie that everyone shoots, and the police. It is a show for us. But, the delivery and the movement of the plot is for a cut scene in a video game and more often than not those can be skipped.

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