Cynthia, you’re a better person than I am. The title alone, which sent me into convulsions, told me more than enough for me to know that I’d never subject myself to this level of baldfaced hatred.
When I think about the numbers of people it takes to —
- sell a show to network execs
- approve a show
- budget a show
- produce a show (casting, graphics, work out the logistics of food, housing, travel, work the sound, build sets, blah, blah, blah)
- editing a show
- all the post-production work that has to happen
So all these folks signed up to put a series together that reveals resilience of racism? For more than one season? Wow. No, thank you. I can’t. I won’t. The deluge of the horrors People of Color endure as displayed on a daily basis everywhere I look is about all I can take.
As tempting as the series sounds, I’m going to have to pass on the Netflix’s sanitized version of a racism reality series. The one I’m witnessing everyday is pah-lenty.
(NOTE: You know reaction is solely about the production company going down this road, kinda like those Game of Thrones showrunners doing that slavery series.)