A few weeks ago, quite accidently, I came upon an outstanding blog written by Jennifer Williams at
Ms. Magazine. I loved the rigor of it - such an educated perspective, well-researched, and peppered with the passion of social activism. It stimulated my thinking, and by the time I got to the end I decided not to see the movie - even commented to that effect on her site. Instead, I thought I'd read one of the books she mentions: Tamara Rose Brown's
Raising Brooklyn: Nannies, Childcare, and Caribbeans Creating Community, which is about women in the Park Slope neighborhood of Brooklyn, where I grew up. Another one I considered was
Like One of the Family: Conversations from a Domestic Life, by Alice Childress.
Oddly enough over the next few days friends emailed me with links to other reviews. Why I'm Just Saying No to 'The Help' and its Historical Whitewash, by Akiba Solomon in Color Lines: News for Action sparked my interest more than others. I read it several times, because Akiba Solomon is a racial justice and gender writer, and, like Williams, she packs her education, wise insights, and passion into her work.
Next, a piece from The Christian Science Monitor (http://www.csmonitor.com/Books/chapter-and-verse/2011/0810/The-He...) came across my desk, with a summary of mixed reviews from papers across the country. There's nothing like a little controversy to shake things up! After reading this piece I got interested in seeing the movie again.
Then when one of my daughters called and told me that she loved the movie and especially loved what it seemed to do to people in the audience, my curiosity peaked. She reported how they clapped at the end, and she went on to describe the scene she and her husband witnessed of two men and their middle- school-aged boy, who'd lingered in their seats after the movie and discussed what went on during the civil rights movement. That did it for me. I checked the movie schedule and headed out the door with my husband. Oh... and grabbed a few tissues, just in case.
I'm glad we went. We both thought it was excellent. Perfect? No. But perfectly valuable? Yes. And we needed my handful of tissues. The Help hurts, because it helps us to see and to feel the crime and burden of racism on many levels. For the purpose of my blog, which is in the category of overcoming child abuse, I ask: Can anyone see that movie and remain blind to the fact that through racism our society abuses children? I have my doubts.
There's a wonderfully useful book that if I had my wish would be used in schools and book clubs across the land, called Talking About Race: A Workbook About White People Fostering Racial Equality in Their Lives (www.cdd.com). Noted historian and author of A People's History of the United States, the late Howard Zinn, described it as "...so personal it takes the subject out of the realm of academic discussion and confronts readers with the realities of their own thoughts, their own experiences..." (http://www.ltar.biz/praise.htm)
In my opinion, the movie The Help succeeds in that respect as well. And since we must examine the realities of our own thoughts and experiences if we're going to overcome the forces of racism and the child abuse it perpetuates, I'm grateful for another movie that can help us to do so.