Every time I see a commercial warning us of an imminent remake of some “classic” or “cult” film, I bristle. What will the remake do that the original didn’t do? Other than some souped up special effects, remakes of films are pointless. They scream at me “This white story needs to be told a thousand times again!!!” The preview for MadMax is no different. We still have a future in which there are practically no people of color. A future in which a white man is still the closest thing to Hope. What does a remake do to rectify the erasures of people of color? Pretty much nada.
It’s the final day of National Poetry Month, this it’s Poem-In-Your-Pocket Day. I’m sharing this Audre Lorde poem entitled “Power“. We all have to remember that we actually do have power. We just have to think about how we tap into it. How we enhance it. How we share it.