—Jordyn
The moment that stayed with me the most was the scene
following Grant getting shot. After the train leaves, Officer Caruso walks over
to his fellow officer and exclaims, “What the fuck happened?”. Then he gets
doing on his knees, grabs Grants hand, and tells him, “Keep your eyes open”.
He also looks frightened, ashamed, and regretful when Grant repeatedly says, “I
have a daughter”. This fascinates me because when I first saw officer Caruso I
thought he was just a mean racist cop. However his subsequent reaction makes me
think otherwise. He is in fact more complicated than one might think.
—Philip
I kept asking myself why I was more upset with the victims
for not complying than I was with the officers for lacking decency. After
hearing this type of story so many times I've started to view police officers
(in these situations) as robots executing commands. I’ve seen it and told
myself “just comply, just comply, just comply” so many times that I get upset
when other don’t, but of course they don’t. They’re people in stressful
situations and they’re not dealing with robots, they’re dealing with people
too. It made me aware to how much I’ve changed my perception of the “boys in blue,”
and just how many times I’ve seen innocent people killed in unnavigable
situations.
—Jordan
The
president laid the groundwork for understanding a crucial aspect of the
reaction to the [Trayvon Martin] verdict. He was asking sympathetic and curious listeners to
consider that the outcry is not about one race’s oppression of another. It’s
about the system of demoralization and dehumanization that sometimes keeps
black people from seeming human even to themselves: epidemiology and statistics
and diagnoses, the pathologization of black existence. The statistics make blacks
look sick and hopeless, weak and unlovable. I’ve seen black women clutch their
purses, too.
It sounds corny. But urgency supersedes that corniness. Oscar Grant is what’s missing from movies about young black men. The movie strives to restore to Grant the individuality that the symbolism of tragedy took away. Coogler’s portrait affixes a human face on ones that hoodies willfully obscure. The film arrives in the moment after the predicted rage turned out to be something a lot stranger and more profound than flashes of fury. No one threw a trash can through a window, as Lee’s character notoriously does in his movie. Sal’s Pizzeria didn’t burn to the ground. Instead of acting up and acting out after the Zimmerman verdict, people began to turn inward, to wring their hands and search their souls. No one knows yet how to break new ground, not even the president. However, there’s a sense that the angry, old solutions will no longer cut it. We might be out of cheeks to turn, but we’re also out of trash cans.
—Wesley Morris
What made me want to tell this story? It started with the
incident, and being right there in the Bay Area when it happened. Being the
same age as Oscar. Oscar was born in 1986. And I couldn’t help seeing myself
right there. Seeing that situation. Seeing his friends—they look like my
friends. We wear the same clothes, the same complexion. So in seeing that I
thought, what if that was me? And that is where the idea initially came from.
Being so hurt and being so angry, and so frustrated, and confused about what
happened. The same feeling everybody had when they were out protesting and
rioting. And people on the other side on the Internet. And seeing the trial, I
feel like it kind of got muddled over that Oscar is a human being. He became
this saint or this idol that people held up. He became a rallying cry and a
symbol for whatever kind of impressions you wanted to make him a symbol for.
And the other side has demonized him. He’s a criminal. He’s a thug. He got what
he deserved. Personally, he’s not either one of those things. I feel like what
was getting glossed over was the fact that this 22-year-old guy didn’t make it
home to the people that he mattered to most. And for unnecessary reasons—his
life was cut short unnecessarily. And so many young black men’s lives get cut
short unnecessarily. [They’re not seen as] human beings by people who don’t
know them or are on the other side of [this particular] conflict who don’t seem
to care.
—Ryan Coogler
OSCAR.
How long yall been married?
PETE.
Eight years.
Oscar nods at this. Pete looks at Oscar's hand for a ring,
doesn't see one.
PETE. You thinking about it?
PETE. You thinking about it?
PETER. What's stopping you?
OSCAR. Money.
PETER. Shitty reason. When we got married, we had nothing. Lived in the back of her parents' house for the first two years.
OSCAR. For real?
PETER. Shit you not ma. I wasn't working at all and she's a teacher, which might as well be the same thing as far as money goes.
OSCAR. How'd you get the ring?
Peter looks around for a beat.
PETER. I stole it.
Oscar looks at him like he is crazy.
PETER. Yeah man, I told you, I had nothing. I used to be good with credit cards if you know what I mean. I wouldn't go that route of I were you man.
OSCAR. Yeah, I'm straight off that.
PETER. Yeah. I ended up getting locked up for a bit. My wife had to sell the ring to bail me out. Got my business going about a year after I got out, and I got her the one she wears now.
OSCAR. What do you do?
PETER. I owe a web design company. We do a lot of business with companies in the valley.
Peter pulls out his wallet and Oscar hands Oscar a card. Oscar looks at it.
OSCAR. Peter? (beat) Oscar.
They shake hands.
1. This is one of the few relatively lengthy scenes between Oscar and a white person in the film (earlier, of course, was his interaction with Katie at the Farmer Joe's where he used to work, where he helps her out with her fish fry—and maybe hits on her just a little). Oscar and Peter have a genuine conversation, the way strangers can, about marriage and commitment. It's a nice exchange between the men—and it is slightly, but significantly—at least I think, different in the film. Look at the clip and look at the screenplay above. First: why this scene in the film—to what effect? Second: to you, what's the significance of the difference between the screenplay and the filmed version?
2. This is hard, I know, but it's quick. This is where Officer Ingram shoots Oscar.
In Coogler's screenplay, it reads this way:
INGRAM. ROLL OVER! ON YOUR STOMACH!!
OSCAR. Fuck, I can't move!
Caruso stands up, pushing off Oscar's head with his hands. Ingram flips [Oscar] off of Carlos' legs and onto his stomach. Oscar squirms again, while Caruso grabs his hand trying to put it behind his back. Caruso puts his knee back down on Oscar, driving down hard at the base of his head, pressing Oscar's face against the ground.
OSCAR. AGHHH, AGHHH!
INGRAM. Fuck. I can't get his hands! Back up.
Caruso lifts up off of Oscar. Ingram stands a but, keeping one knee in Oscar's back, reaches on the right side of his belt and pulls a black gun from the holster. He stands up and aims it at Oscar's back. BLAM!!
[...]
[Oscar's friend] Cato is frozen by shock. Caruso takes a step back, and looks at Ingram with confusion.
The way Coogler films this, from a distance, it all happens quickly and in the middle of chaos. Still: look at the minute plus clip. Why did this happen? And does any part of what Jordyn, Philip, and/or Jordan say at the top of the page apply to why you saw this happen?
3. Finally, something from Thrower's class playbook. I would like you to acknowledge one of your classmates for something they did this semester or year that you appreciated or learned from or enjoyed or helped make the class better. Something you would feel comfortable acknowledging and thanking a classmate for.
3. Finally, something from Thrower's class playbook. I would like you to acknowledge one of your classmates for something they did this semester or year that you appreciated or learned from or enjoyed or helped make the class better. Something you would feel comfortable acknowledging and thanking a classmate for.
And that's it everyone. Thank you all for the time, effort, thought, and feeling you put into this blog this year. Reading them was always a highlight of my day and/or night. Really.