There will be quotas of Oscar awards for black film makers and actors soon enough. The spread of identity politics is inevitable until some social convulsion repudiates them. So it is not surprizing that the Oscars are blamed – in this tail end of Obama-dom – for not having enough black (specifically Afro-American) nominees.
As Sir Ian McKellen noted, with irony, gay men do not get Oscars for portraying straight men, and Mark Reina, a self-proclaimed gay Latino member of Oscar-granting Academy got on his high horse about accusations of racism in the choice of Oscar contenders.
I suppose Reina has double the victim credibility as McKellen for being Latino and gay.
This will not end well, people. Once the media fasten on like lampreys to an equality of result issue – as this one is – there will be no way to settle it except by affirmative action for minorities. All minorities, that is, except white people. Be sure of that.
Best film for catering to Afro-American self- victimization this year goes to – breathless pause – Straight outta Compton!!
Straight outta Compton, the invaluable Wikipedia informs us, concerns the rise of the rap music group NWA, or Niggers with Attitide, whose lyrics were accused of glamorizing black on black violence.
Many critics feel that the album’s lyrics glamorize gang violence. The Washington Post writer David Mills wrote: “The hard-core street rappers defend their violent lyrics as a reflection of ‘reality.’ But for all the gunshots they mix into their music, rappers rarely try to dramatize that reality — a young man flat on the ground, a knot of lead in his chest, pleading as death slowly takes him in. It’s easier for them to imagine themselves pulling the trigger”. However, Wichita Eagle-Beacon editor Bud Norman noted that “They [N.W.A] don’t make it sound like much fun… They describe it with the same nonjudgmental resignation that a Kansan might use about a tornado.”
To speak of young black men killing each other for sport or imagined offences against their dignity, as if these actions were morally equivalent to damage from tornadoes, captures something gravely horrible about black American gang life: morons with pistols and no emotional control, coupled to savage instincts, killing each other for very little purpose.
Yessirree, Oscar committee, reform thyself, and put Straight Outta Compton on your Oscar list, ahead of ten other films of merit which did not make the list. This effort is one of the last gasps as the baneful Obama regime lives its last days.