Congratulations to the Saints! You guys definitely deserve it!
Sean Payton… you my man have huge ones the way you called that game!
Celebrating 100 Years of Black Cinema
By: Nsenga Burton Posted: February 3, 2010 at 12:27 PM
From the earliest days of film, black pioneers have imagined a better world for African Americans—a world that was often far ahead of reality.
As we all know, February marks Black History Month. But this year, February also marks something else: The 100th anniversary of the birth of black cinema. Black cinema was making black history before Carter G. Woodson founded Negro History Week in 1926. And this week, black cinema is making history once again with the nomination of Precious: Based on the Novel Push By Sapphire for Best Picture. It’s the first time in the history of the Academy Awards that a film directed by a black director is nominated for the top award. Director Lee Daniels is following in the footsteps of those who came before him—namely, William D. Foster and Oscar Micheaux. Oscar Micheaux is often lauded as the father of black filmmakers. But William D. Foster began producing films nearly a decade earlier than Micheaux’s first effort.
In 1910, Foster, a sports writer for the Chicago Defender, formed the Foster Photoplay Company, the first independent African-American film company. (Foster wasn’t a complete stranger to show business; he had also worked as a press agent for vaudeville stars Bert Williams and George Walker.) In 1912, Foster, produced and directed The Railroad Porter. The film paid homage to the Keystone comic chases, while attempting to address the pervasive derogatory stereotypes of blacks in film. This was three years before D.W. Griffith’s The Birth of a Nation (1915), a plantation fantasy credited with establishing negative stereotypes of blacks in film that still exists today. Consider the Reconstruction scene, where barefoot black legislators eat fried chicken, swill whiskey, lust after white women and pass a law that all legislators must wear shoes. Insert a cantankerous mammy, tragic mulatto, murderous buck, black rapists and a lynching, and you’ve got what is shamefully considered to be one of the greatest films of all time.
In response to The Birth of a Nation, brothers George Perry Johnson and Noble Johnson (a Universal Pictures contract actor), founded the Lincoln Motion Picture Company in 1916, producing middle-class melodramas like The Realization of a Negro’s Ambition (1916) and the Trooper of Troop K (1917) and their most well-known film, The Birth of a Race (1918). The Johnson brothers’ movies featured black soldiers, black families and black heroes, concepts foreign to most mainstream films at that time. Oscar Micheaux soon followed suit with The Homesteader (1919), becoming one of the most prolific filmmakers of his time. He directed over 40 films, most notably Within Our Gates (1920) and Body and Soul (1925), which featured film star Paul Robeson, and God’s Step Children (1938).
Micheaux’s films explored the issues of the day: passing, lynching, religion and criminal behavior. They were independently produced until he filed bankruptcy in 1928, reorganizing with white investors as the Micheaux Film Company. Some argue that this changed the tone and direction of his films. Micheaux’s films attracted controversy: Some black film critics criticized his work for its portrayal of blacks, which sometimes perpetuated the same stereotypes found in mainstream films. You didn’t find these stereotypes with the work of Eloise Gist, a black woman filmmaker, who with her husband, James, made religious films. Eloise Gist, a D.C. native, drove around with a camera, shooting footage that used “real” people as actors. Her morality films, Hellbound Train and Verdict: Not Guilty, were released in 1930 and were strongly endorsed by the NAACP.
Early black filmmakers aimed to show the full humanity of African Americans with story lines and themes that countered prevailing ideologies about blackness. Many of the films are hard to find and have “poor” production values because they were literally making something out of nothing.
Early black cinema is an important part of American culture because it visually brought our stories to life. Without the black independent film movement, there would be very few black films today. Where would the black film canon be without the Los Angeles School of Black Filmmakers of the 1970s? Haile Gerima, Charles Burnett, Larry Clark, Pamela Jones, Jamaa Fanaka, Julie Dash, Billy Woodberry, Alile Sharon Larkin all came out of UCLA. Their films tied black stories to black political struggles with an intellectual and cultural core.Some say Melvin Van Peebles’ Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song (1971) was revolutionary; others found it to be pornographic. Van Peebles made this cult classic for $500,000; it grossed $10 million. Without Sweet Sweetback, there would have been no space for Gordon Parks Jr., Ossie Davis and others to direct films during the blaxploitation era.
Although controversial, the blaxploitation era gave black actors, filmmakers and musicians an opportunity to make movies—at least in the beginning. During that era, one of the most profound independent films of all time emerged—Ivan Dixon and Sam Greenlee’s The Spook Who Sat by the Door (1973), which gave voice and visuals to the black power ideology that was evolving at that time. It was an unapologetic look at rebellion and literally using the masters’ tools to dismantle the masters’ house. It wasn’t so long ago that so many people of all races didn’t believe that they would see an African-American president in their lifetime. But what some couldn’t imagine in reality, black filmmakers created in fantasy, reimagining an America where a black man could be president.
In The Man (1972), James Earl Jones stars as Douglass Dilman, a black man who becomes president of the United States after the untimely deaths of the president and speaker of the House. (The vice president was too sick to take over.) Jones brilliantly conveys the struggle over power and identity in this cult classic that shows the complexity of race and class in the Oval Office. Historically, black cinema has been inextricably linked to social issues in our community. The controversy over Tyler Perry’s and Daniels’ films has a lot to do with class issues, something that Oscar Micheaux also experienced. While black filmmakers have broken many barriers, there is still much work to be done.
For example, Cheryl Boone Isaacs is currently the only African American among the 43 governors of Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. While African-American film directors like Antoine Fuqua and F. Gary Gray are directing films that encompass many different genres including action and suspense, black female directors like Kasi Lemmons (Eve’s Bayou) and Euzhan Palcy (A Dry White Season) have not fared as well. Black cinema has always imagined what we could never dream of in reality. Now that reality is catching up with black film, it will be fascinating to see where it goes, particularly on the independent front. Let’s think about how the concept of black cinema is being redefined when a film like Avatar features Zoe Saldana, Laz Alonso and CCH Pounder in starring roles.
Black cinema is evolving and will continue to evolve. It did not start with Tyler Perry, nor will it end with him. There would be no Denzel Washington without Sidney Poitier and no Sidney Poitier without Paul Robeson. There would be no Halle Berry without Dorothy Dandridge, no Dorothy Dandridge without Lena Horne and Lena Horne without Fredi Washington. There would be no Hughes Brothers without the Johnson Brothers, no Lee Daniels without Spike Lee, no Gina Prince-Bythewood without Darnell Martin. There would be no Tyler Perry Company without New Millenium Studios, no New Millenium Studios without Third World Cinema.
As in many other industries, African Americans have made their mark in film narratively, stylistically, historically, thematically, economically and aesthetically. What some call poor production values, particularly as it relates to early black films, I call a survival aesthetic—doing the best that we can with what we have. Now that we have 100 years under our belts, we will do better. No matter how much black film changes, the ways in which we interrogate society through our films will not.
As we embark on a new decade in American society where many believe race will become less of an issue, we often forget how long black film has been around and how it has given voice—and image—to our issues.
Black cinema is black history—and our future.
Nsenga K. Burton Ph.D. serves as cultural critic for Creative Loafing. An assistant professor at Goucher College in Baltimore, she is a media scholar and filmmaker who recently finished Four Acts, a documentary on the 2007 public servants strike in South Africa. Follow her on Twitter.

Didn’t catch a whole lot of news over the past 30 days. But I did hear stuff here and there. I wanted to give some love out to Willie Mitchell who passed recently at the age of 81. Mitchell was the producer for Al Green and you know how that matchup went. VERY WELL!
We also lost the ‘Teddy Bear’ Teddy Pendergrass who started out playing the drums for the Philadelphia group Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes before becoming the lead singer on most of their hit songs. Teddy had a great solo career as well. His voice was unbelievably commanding and distinct. He will be missed.
May these two musical legends rest in peace~
Their contributions will go on forever!
1Love

Well back to the blogs! At least this is what I desire as I know I have not written in quite a while. It’s because I’ve been through quite a lot.
Without getting into all of the gory details I will share some things that perhaps will help someone else.
After months, heck years of struggling greatly with depression and a variety of other mental challenges I had a complete nervous breakdown on Christmas Eve. I had given up on life and was perfectly willing to leave this world behind. Some of the problems I had I brought on myself with series of bad decisions and just flat-out wrong thinking. Other things were put upon me all the way back from childhood.
During the holiday things came to a head and I ended up spending Christmas in the hospital. Boy what that an adventure. I volunteered to go only because they said it would be better for me when it was time to get released. My family pretty much took things over. Between my sister who showed up at the door totally by surprise, my mother of all people flew in from Los Angeles via the red-eye the night before and came in right after her, I had no choice though I had totally hit rock bottom.
The experience in the hospital was wierd. Sometimes I was calm and enjoyed the quiet. But most of the time I was just reeling, bored and worried about life after the hospital. The staff was minimal because it was Christmas. I wanted to get some help since I was there. But of course there weren’t any doctors and counselors around to treat us. We were just kept.
I met some cool peeps there. Victoria was this sweet lady who wore a hat cause she had lost some hair. She’ll talk you to death. I tried to chill to myself most of the time but she was persistant. One day she just broke out on me. “Christopher, you are a wonderful man. God has something special for you to do and your going to do it!” She was just too sweet. She tried to buy pizza for everybody on Christmas but Dominos wouldn’t take a check.
Delphine was cool. A tall black woman who seemed to regulate the entire ward. She wasn’t forceful but she had this presence about her that said she’s cool people but don’t cross her. She knew the lowdown and seemed comfortable in the hospital… a little too damn comfortable. I figured out she was a lesbian because when I told her I was to see Dr. J, (a female psychiatrist) she said to me, “Oh you’ll know her when you see her. Cause she is the finest white woman you’ll see walking the floor!”
In the meantime I read Andre Agassi’s book, “Open” and waited for my mother to visit me every evening. On one occasion in particular I remember sitting in a room with her alone and crying on her lap like a baby. I’ll talk more about her later in another post but it was all a part of the bottoming out process. I had not lived with my mother since I was 14. Again I’ll explain that later. The point is, here I was a 42 year old man just brought down to pieces laying in his mommy’s lap in pieces. But I got nothing but love from her.
After the hospital there was intensive outpatient therapy. After the first day where I mostly observed, I decided that I wanted to go all in on this therapy stuff. I wanted to open up and be so honest that it hurt. I wanted to go places where I was always afraid to go to before. Places inside that I was afraid to admit even to myself about the way I felt about myself.
I learned some things. Things like that as much as I wanted to be loved, I was not able to accept or receive the love that was offered to me. I heard people talk about ‘loving yourself’ and I asked the question, “What the hell does that mean?” Nobody could answer my question but finally my social worker in group therapy gave me some insight.
Change the word love to ‘accept.’ Once you learn to accept yourself and who you are and what you are, the love will be there.
Finally, I could understand that!
Group therapy was great because I also got to hear about what others were going through and I got to share in their pain, offer support and sometimes advice. We all did that for one another.
While I was in therapy I didn’t work at my 9-5. I only did some basketball games and was mostly able to focus on my healing. In that time I leaned on my family and the people who really care about me. Thats one thing that you learn when you bottom out. You learn who is really down for you and who is not! Very few people know what I’ve been through or what really happened for the last 30 plus days till this day. But I learned a lot about the circle of people I kept around me. I learned what love and acceptance is all about. I learned what condemnation and guilt was all about too.
I just went back to work on Monday. That in itself is a source of stress that I won’t get into.
But I will say this. I want to live. I want to be happy. I want to live right and reach my full potential. I want to be ferociously honest and tremendously free. I want to help and inspire hope and greatness in others.
With that I have made some decisions that I believe are best for me. Not all of them were easy. But I know that now I have been more courageous than I’ve ever been before. I have also sensed more blessings than I’ve ever experienced too. I pray and believe that the rest of my days will be better than the former.
Writing and sharing in this blog is special. I’ve missed it. And while ill I couldn’t create and write just as I could not listen to and enjoy music. (my other love)
But I’m back – I want to be back. And I want to share in this space.
NBA commissioner David Stern has some definite double standards going with the way he’s handled the Gilbert Arenas situation comparing to how he’s handled others; in particular his silence in the wake of Clippers owner Donald Sterling and his own legal issues concerning African-Americans and Latinos. But Arenas didn’t help himself by continuing to joke about the guns in the locker room issue. His indefinite suspension may endure through this season because his legal issues probably won’t be settled by April. In the picture his teammates are shown laughing and joking with him about it, and yet the league isn’t saying anything about that either. Gilbert is and will be made an example of.
I love Floyd Mayweather as a boxer, but I believe he doesn’t want any of Manny Pacquiao right now. All of that bickering about blood test was just a smoke-screen in most boxing fans minds. Now Manny moves on to fight Joshua Clottey on March 13.

I don’t know if he doesn’t want to fight Manny now meaning March or not at all. I suspect he will have to acquiesce at some point however, if he wants to secure his ultimate boxing legacy as the best pound for pound in his era.
While driving around today I heard a radio program that talked about people’s wierd New Years traditions. I didn’t get to hear very much of the show. but I did notice that ‘food’ seemed to be involved in many of the New Years Eve/New Years Day rituals. Towards the end of the program there seemed to have been a lot of talk about sauerkraut and pork.
This got me to thinking about a couple New Years Day traditions I recall from my own family. My dad’s mother Georgia, who was originally from Mississippi, was quite the superstitious woman. When I was a small lad and we walked downtown for instance, we couldn’t split any poles or anything like that. And if I didn’t stay on her side of the sidewalk to ensure that didn’t happen, I could get into big trouble.
At least one of her New Years traditions that she was really adamant about was the fact that the first person to walk through the front door had to be a male. Not sure why, but when I was 15 I had the pleasure of being whisked out the back door with instructions to quickly run to and through the front. That was pretty cool.
My last living Nana (93) has a longstanding one of cooking black-eyed peas. I called her today and asked her about it. She didn’t seem to have much of a clue of why but she knew it was important at least back in the day.
I don’t know. I guess it was somethin’ about good luck or somethin’ or the other (for the year.)
Then in typical Nana fashion she broke it down quite ironically, perhaps questioning her long-lived tradition.
Whatever is going to happen is going to happen anyway; black-eyed peas or not!
“But your still gotta make them right,” I said.
(laughing) You got that right!
Do you have or know of any special or wierd New Years Traditions?
Whatever they are, please enjoy them safely.
May God Bless 2010
pictured Ruth C. (Nana)

I didn’t know Chris Henry, but I really feel horrible about his death. I pray something good comes from it.
In this Aug. 2009 photo, Cincinnati Bengals receiver Chris Henry is pictured at Bengals training camp at Georgetown College in Georgetown, Ky. with his girlfriend Loleini Tonga and their three children. Police say Cincinnati Bengals receiver Chris Henry suffered serious injuries Wednesday, Dec. 16, 2009 after falling out of the back of a pickup truck during a domestic dispute with his fiancee Tonga.
(AP Photo/Dayton Daily News, Barry D. Scheffel) MANDATORY CREDIT

I understand that coaches want to get their dream jobs and that Brian Kelly or any other coach may want to leave their positions for a more upscale program. But what I don’t understand is:
#1, How Brian Kelly can abandon his undefeated team before their biggest bowl game of the school’s history.
#2 Why isn’t the media in general isn’t talking about the ethics of coaches who leave one school to go to another in this fashion without talking about it. Especially in this case with Cincinnati?
It’s as if because it’s Notre Dame it’s ok.
This is why the kids need to be able to move too. If a kid at Cincinnati performs better than a school like Florida or Texas though he would before he was recruited, he also should be able to leave and go to his ‘dream schoool’. Of course we will never see that happen.
December 1, 2009
Johnny R. Williams, 30, would appear to be an unlikely person to have to fret about the impact of race on his job search, with companies like JPMorgan Chase and an M.B.A. from the University of Chicago on his résumé.
But after graduating from business school last year and not having much success garnering interviews, he decided to retool his résumé, scrubbing it of any details that might tip off his skin color. His membership, for instance, in the African-American business students association? Deleted.
“If they’re going to X me,” Mr. Williams said, “I’d like to at least get in the door first.”
Similarly, Barry Jabbar Sykes, 37, who has a degree in mathematics from Morehouse College, a historically black college in Atlanta, now uses Barry J. Sykes in his continuing search for an information technology position, even though he has gone by Jabbar his whole life.
“Barry sounds like I could be from Ireland,” he said.
That race remains a serious obstacle in the job market for African-Americans, even those with degrees from respected colleges, may seem to some people a jarring contrast to decades of progress by blacks, culminating in President Obama’s election.
But there is ample evidence that racial inequities remain when it comes to employment. Black joblessness has long far outstripped that of whites. And strikingly, the disparity for the first 10 months of this year, as the recession has dragged on, has been even more pronounced for those with college degrees, compared with those without. Education, it seems, does not level the playing field — in fact, it appears to have made it more uneven.
College-educated black men, especially, have struggled relative to their white counterparts in this downturn, according to figures from the Bureau of Labor Statistics. The unemployment rate for black male college graduates 25 and older in 2009 has been nearly twice that of white male college graduates — 8.4 percent compared with 4.4 percent.
Various academic studies have confirmed that black job seekers have a harder time than whites. A study published several years ago in The American Economic Review titled “Are Emily and Greg More Employable than Lakisha and Jamal?” found that applicants with black-sounding names received 50 percent fewer callbacks than those with white-sounding names.
A more recent study, published this year in The Journal of Labor Economics found white, Asian and Hispanic managers tended to hire more whites and fewer blacks than black managers did.
The discrimination is rarely overt, according to interviews with more than two dozen college-educated black job seekers around the country, many of them out of work for months. Instead, those interviewed told subtler stories, referring to surprised looks and offhand comments, interviews that fell apart almost as soon as they began, and the sudden loss of interest from companies after meetings.
Whether or not each case actually involved bias, the possibility has furnished an additional agonizing layer of second-guessing for many as their job searches have dragged on.
“It does weigh on you in the search because you’re wondering, how much is race playing a factor in whether I’m even getting a first call, or whether I’m even getting an in-person interview once they hear my voice and they know I’m probably African-American?” said Terelle Hairston, 25, a graduate of Yale University who has been looking for work since the summer while also trying to get a marketing consulting start-up off the ground. “You even worry that the hiring manager may not be as interested in diversity as the H.R. manager or upper management.”
Mr. Williams recently applied to a Dallas money management firm that had posted a position with top business schools. The hiring manager had seemed ecstatic to hear from him, telling him they had trouble getting people from prestigious business schools to move to the area. Mr. Williams had left New York and moved back in with his parents in Dallas to save money.
But when Mr. Williams later met two men from the firm for lunch, he said they appeared stunned when he strolled up to introduce himself.
“Their eyes kind of hit the ceiling a bit,” he said. “It was kind of quiet for about 45 seconds.”
The company’s interest in him quickly cooled, setting off the inevitable questions in his mind.
Discrimination in many cases may not even be intentional, some job seekers pointed out, but simply a matter of people gravitating toward similar people, casting about for the right “cultural fit,” a buzzword often heard in corporate circles.
There is also the matter of how many jobs, especially higher-level ones, are never even posted and depend on word-of-mouth and informal networks, in many cases leaving blacks at a disadvantage. A recent study published in the academic journal Social Problems found that white males receive substantially more job leads for high-level supervisory positions than women and members of minorities.
Many interviewed, however, wrestled with “pulling the race card,” groping between their cynicism and desire to avoid the stigma that blacks are too quick to claim victimhood. After all, many had gone to good schools and had accomplished résumés. Some had grown up in well-to-do settings, with parents who had raised them never to doubt how high they could climb. Moreover, there is President Obama, perhaps the ultimate embodiment of that belief.
Certainly, they conceded, there are times when their race can be beneficial, particularly with companies that have diversity programs. But many said they sensed that such opportunities had been cut back over the years and even more during the downturn. Others speculated there was now more of a tendency to deem diversity unnecessary after Mr. Obama’s triumph.
In fact, whether Mr. Obama’s election has been good or bad for their job prospects is hotly debated. Several interviewed went so far as to say that they believed there was only so much progress that many in the country could take, and that there was now a backlash against blacks.
“There is resentment toward his presidency among some because of his race,” said Edward Verner, a Morehouse alumnus from New Jersey who was laid off as a regional sales manager and has been able to find only part-time work. “This has affected well-educated, African-American job seekers.”
It is difficult to overstate the degree that they say race permeates nearly every aspect of their job searches, from how early they show up to interviews to the kinds of anecdotes they try to come up with.
“You want to be a nonthreatening, professional black guy,” said Winston Bell, 40, of Cleveland, who has been looking for a job in business development.
He drew an analogy to several prominent black sports broadcasters. “You don’t want to be Stephen A. Smith. You want to be Bryant Gumbel. You don’t even want to be Stuart Scott. You don’t want to be, ‘Booyah.’ ”
Nearly all said they agonized over job applications that asked them whether they would like to identify their race. Most said they usually did not.