First of all, spoilers. Because this is a review of sorts. Where I’m talking about the movie. So spoilers. Get out now if you don't want to know what happens. Third of all, I ain’t finna fight with none of the Marvel comic purists about this. Just know I said what I said. For real though, spoilers without warning are horrible and people who act like everybody should have seen the movie already are folks who don't understand just how much privilege permeates every aspect of our lives.[...]
First of all, I wanna have a whole baby so I can name her Okoye. Which is fitting because it would be immaculate conception and Okoye is heavenly. Third of all...Okoye. Now that we’ve established my favorite Wakandan, let’s get to the love letter. I mean, the lessons. Because real or fictional, Black women stay teaching us. Lessons I learned from Okoye: Who you are matters, and should matter, to anyone who engages you. And they should know that from the jump. Who are you? The[...]
I asked my 3 children if they could each name a Black female superhero. They responded; “Storm” “Angel Salvadore” “Rosa Parks” Curious as to my youngest son’s answer, I probed him further. “Why is Rosa Parks a superhero?” “Because she helped her people.” More often than not, conversations with my children leave me feeling slightly puzzled. In that moment, I was simply humbled. I had prepared myself to write about usual Black women superheroes like Storm[...]