Sam, this is a really good subject. My father wasn’t so much into movies at all. Music on the other hand, he was all over. And his tastes primarily focused on black artists, but he held a deep affection for musicians of all races within a few genres.
I want to throw this out there (and this is based on my interactions with my own father), maybe it wasn’t so much that was your father only watched movies at the exclusion of other races, but because he simply wanted to see stories of black people as there weren’t many to begin with. You know what I mean? Maybe it wasn’t so much a compulsion or revulsion, but perhaps … you know, our folks were steeped in a prevalence of white-ness, more so than today. Couple that with the novelty, the need for identification, support, etc. … am I making any sense?
Anyway, great essay. Thanks for the exposure to something new!