What Get Out does so brilliantly is make us question and confront our own racial blind spots and prejudices. For myself, the movie made me examine how I look at white women and their role in racism. And I still don’t have any good answers as to why I wasn’t more discerning from the beginning. Was Rose just that convincing or was I in some way hoping for her to be true to her man? And why? Since leaving the theater I’ve had to confront my role as a black man in some black men’s deification of white women. Do I have some of that in me?
Read Eldridge Cleaver’s Soul on Ice. It’s a proper mindf*ck. You’ll find your answers in this book.