Here I am, sitting in my car, black girl joy written all across my face. I just finished watching one of the most amazing, motivating, uplifting and encouraging movies that I’ve seen in a very long time. Honestly, I don’t know where to begin, I don’t know how to fully explain nor express this joy, happiness, excitement . . . this new-found hope, during one of the most pivotal times in history, a time where not many of us (persons of color) occupy within us, those four small letters, with such a powerful meaning: HOPE. This movie couldn’t have come at a better time. At a time alike then (1940’s) racial division and discrimination is regaining its strength. I can only but hope this movie encourages others to be more kind, less judgemental and open minded about our external differences. The color of ones skin does not define our beauty, our brilliance nor our abilities to be great.
As I sat there by myself, in a theater surrounded by mostly Caucasian men/women, I couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel, and what they were thinking. Would this movie make as much of an impact on their lives as it was making on mine? For a moment I was overcome by an array of emotions. There was an instance when I wanted to gust with laughter, then I wanted to leap from my seat to cheer on their bravery. I wanted to applaud with pride because women who looked just like me, were breaking barriers and winning. Unsettling emotions soon followed, where there were moments that I wanted to shout with anger, for I couldn’t imagine living in a time as such. I was even afflicted by the “love-bug spell” of emotion, Black Love . . . oh, what a beautifully amazing thing. And then there was a moment when tears furled down my cheeks, but my sadness instantaneously turned into joy . . . black girl joy. I was joyful to know that through all the adversities, through all the struggles, through all the setbacks; these three amazing black women excelled. Despite racial and gender inequality, these women succeeded. Yes, they had to work twice as hard to achieve half of what their Caucasian/male counterparts could achieve without thought; however, even with delays they attained the “impossible”.
Here’s to Black Excellence, Black Love, and Black Women sticking together . . . “If one of us makes it, then we all make it”. That one quote spoke volume; sisterhood at its finest. If only we’d work together, oh the places we’d go and the things we’d achieve.
If you haven’t gotten a chance to see Hidden Figures, please go out and support this wonderful film (untold and undocumented, until now; black history), and amazingly talented cast. Taraji, Octavia and Janelle did an amazing job; you ladies rock!
Until next time . . . I’ll be waiting on my Jim Johnson! 😘