THE BLACK AND WHITE OF COLOUR

This is not a review of the recent movie The Last Airbender. I have not seen the movie, nor did I ever watch the anime series upon which it's based
However, this movie is kicking up a bit of controversy. The young actor who plays the titular character is white, yet the Airbender apparently is Asian, so everyone is kicking up a fuss
Again, I am not that familiar with the story but it's a fantasy, based in a fantasy land. I don't believe that any of the chracters are identifed as Asian. If you look at the images from the anime I wouldn't call the drawings necessarily evocative of an Asian person; most anime, although it originates in Japan, never look Japanese to me.

If you look at the picture above, the character does certainly seemed dressed in a style that reminds me of ancient China. But the kid is not Chinese. But is he supposed to be Chinese? Again, this is a fantasy world

I know in the past there has been a big issue with ethnic characters being portrayed by actors completely outside of that racial type. I think all of the original Charlie Chan's were white guys in atrocious make up and accents so horrible you wondered how this guy was supposed to be smart ...

For a long time in Hollywood movies, if a native American had a role that was something beyond drunken comedy relief or cannon fodder, it was almost always assigned to a Caucasian actor, usually with make up that made his skin look irradiated.

Then you just have some flat out absurdities like my man John Wayne as Genghis Khan ...
But these absurdities aside, this raises an interesting point. Where does acting end and reality begin. With the state of CGI as it is, with the aliens of Avatar seeming so real, it's possible we could make any race look like any other race in a movie ... should we? Isn't acting the process of being something that you are not? If a Caucasian actor should not play a Chinese actor, should a Gentile play a Jew, even if there are no immediate physical differences? Sometimes the difference between a character and an actor is the accent. Ralph Fiennes affects a German accent in Schindler's List and he's a Nazi. Mind you, Kevin Costner fumbles around with some kind of accent/speech pattern in Prince of Thieves and he was still no Robin Hood
I understand that a lot of these issues stem from the racism that permeated Hollywood for a long time where a white actor in ridiculous make up and ludicrous accent was seen as a better option than actually hiring an actor of the character's race. And I don't think for a minute that that mind set has totally disappeared. Obviously we are seeing more actors of "colour" on screen, or is it just that Denzel and Morgan get all the "black" roles. Is three or four black actors who are true stars much of an improvement over having none at all? In well over a hundred years of movie making?
But even if you have more black actors in the mainstream .. and there are still a lot of other races with almost no representation .... it seems to me that they are there because they are black. That they only play black characters. In other words, the script calls for a specifically black character but if the script says that Bob is just some guy, would a black actor get it? Or do we assume in our culture that "just some guy" is always going to be white.

Is it racist to hire a white actor to play a Chinese character? Is it racist to hire a black man to play only "black" characters? Is it racist to care about race at all? Should Denzel be able to play Mao? Should Jackie Chan be able to play Malcom X? Well no to both. But still, it is acting, it is all make believe.

Then you get into the area that still exists today: that a character of a specified Asian race can be played by any Asian. I grew up in a time where you say Asian actors on TV, but the same guy would play Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese. In the recent movie Blood, the Last Vampire, also based on an anime, the lead character is clearly identified as Japanese, but she is portrayed by a Korean Actress. Is that right? Isn't this one race being portrayed by another race? Or is that "close enough"

There are some real issues at play here, no doubt about it. But I think Last Airbender is a poor platform from which to express them. Just as Avatar was a poor platform to address the portrayal of native Americans in movies .. these are fantasy films. But they are popular and people try to shoehorn in their perspectives on the back of that popularity. Unfortunately, it makes their opinions seem a tad specious and insincere.

Now the Duke as Genghis Khan, there's a serious issue for you ... "Let's circle the yurts, pilgrim"

IDENTITY: FILL IN THIS BLANK

I keep coming back to this issue of self definition. In an earlier post of my own I questioned the label of disability and wondered if I qualified and what that would mean. Elizabeth at Screw Bronze contemplates the same issue and wonders where she fits into the "disability world". In my last post I ruminated about names and what they mean to us and how much of our self-definition is tied up in the oldest label we, as individuals, have. In her blog, Wheelchair Dancer writes about fitness and our views of what being fit is both for able bodied and disabled people; read the comments left to her post, I found them very interesting.

Here in Toronto they are going ahead with the creation of the province's (and I think the country's) first "Afrocentric" school. This is a complex issue and I have no desire to really delve into the details of whether this concept is going to be effective in addressing the issue of the high drop-out rate of black students in the city. Still, Collette works for this board, she has worked with kids for over twenty years, so obviously this is an issue that floats around this house quite often. What interests me is the viewpoint expressed by some of the people behind this endeavour, that too many black youth do not have a strong sense of their identity, of their heritage, that they are lost in a society that does not reflect them. I can't speak personally to this issue; I have never really been a part of a racial minority (though I remember when living in Quebec, before my language skills improved of often feeling "left out" even when I knew it was not intentional, the people around me did not share my language and I did not share theirs, it was a linguistic impasse) so I can't really say if these feelings are legitimate.

I have, however, felt like a minority in my life, like an outsider. I grew up in a large single parent family and we were poor. I mean, at some points, really poor. When we lived in Odessa Ontario I remember going with my mother to some neighbour's water pump, filling a bucket up, and carrying it back to our house. I remember, later, in Kingston, living in a house when we could not afford heat. Ma and I once again were fetching back a pail (this time filled with furnace oil) and also huddling under blankets with my sibs because we had no oil at all. As a kid in school I wore hand me downs or clothes donated by the Children's Aid Society. I vividly recall getting a coat for Christmas from some charity that was a girl's coat; wearing that to school was like a badge of my poverty and it left no doubt that I belonged to a different social strata from other kids, that I was an outsider.

As time went on, the financial lode lessened a little (other sibs got older and moved out so it meant there was a bit more money to spread around) but the division that money created between myself and others never went away. School trips, school supplies, clothing ... I always lagged behind everyone else; as I got older I could rationalize this, I knew my mother was doing all she could and I could feel good about it but my badge was often recognized by others and pointed out to me, so there was no escaping it. So that was my label: The Poor Kid. I could see everyone else's label as well: The Gay Kid, The Fat Kid, The Black Kid, The Weak Kid, The Stupid Kid ... Where do these labels come from? Who is handing out the badges?

In school, there is no doubt that kids labels to other kids. Kids crave acceptance and it seems the easiest way to achieve that, is to apply categories .. I'm a jock, you're a nerd, she's a Barbie, he's a Goth, she's black, he's Muslim .... Some of these labels are ones we carry from day one, from our birth, from our families and backgrounds. You are black (or Jewish, or Muslim, or Native or Italian, or Irish ...) that's it, its what you are but that only seems to become important when you are among others who are not. In reading about the Afrocentric school I came across a story by a now mature black woman who, as a recently immigrated child, went to her new Toronto school and found herself surrounded by white faces; she wrote about being "frightened" in this situation. Where did this fear come from? From the white kids? From herself? From the uniqueness of the situation; coming from a place where everyone was the same, where everyone is like you, to a world where you are now different from those around you.

These labels of race and religion and culture, these badges we are born with, are given to us by our history, our geographical location, by our parents and our ancestry. And they are often reinforced by the same. Toronto has a Catholic school board and it has private schools for Jews and Muslims and now a public school for Afro Canadians ... so people learn about their labels, they are clearly encouraged to wear their badge for all the world to see. You could call this cultural pride, you could also call this self imposed segregation. In designing an Afrocentric school, are you reinforcing a culture, or are you just separating yourself?

Honestly, these issues of culture and race and religion, though important, do not hold a personal interest for me. What I think more about is the issue of self-labelling, of self actualization I guess. Who are we? How do we view ourselves? When I questioned whether I was disabled it was because I don't see myself that way but do others. And if so, does this exterior viewpoint alter my own personal reality. The woman who came here as a child from the West Indies may never have thought of herself as black until she was surrounded by white people, then it became an issue.

The TD Bank are running a couple of TV spots that have me thinking. The ads feature a couple of old timers, sitting outside the bank, bemoaning the fact that everything has become too convenient and how banks never catered to our needs before; whatever. What interests me about these ads is the background. There are a couple versions of the spot and in each of them, as the old dudes are bitching, we see a woman in a wheelchair whizzing by. Different woman in each ad. What I found interesting was, when we see a close up of the bank, there is no ramp ... there is clearly a steep concrete step. So now we know why the women are zipping past the bank .. they can't get inside it.

So, the woman in the wheelchair may want to label herself as "just a woman" but every time she hits that stair or that tiny bathroom, she is given back the label of "woman in a wheelchair" or "disabled". The black kid in school may want to be "the kid in school" but then he is given the label of "Afro Canadian" or "student of the black school" and he becomes something else.

I am a guy, into my fifth decade, married for 25 years, owner of my own tiny business, never in any serious trouble with the law ... but I have long hair, a beard, ear ring and a tattoo. I really don't think much about these attributes. I've had the hair most of my life (think about the name of the blog, let the light bulb come on [I have a hairy dog too]) and the ear ring and tatt have been around for a while too. And it surprises me when they get a reaction, both from individuals and institutions. I had a problem with my bank card a few years back, it got eaten by the machine or something so I went to a local branch of the Royal Bank up in Vaughn where I was working at the time. It was summer, edit suites are hot, so I was wearing shorts and a tank top and the people at that branch were treating me as if they had just seen me on America's Most Wanted. I have been a customer of the Royal Bank for over 30 years, I've paid off two student loans with them but because of my physical appearance I was given a label: Scruffy Dude Not To Be Trusted. Now, I often describe myself as an old hippie, but I never associated that label with something negative; my label conflicted with their badge.

To be human is to have an identity. As we go on, that identity morphs, evolves, changes. Very often there is a conflict between our own sense of identity, and the labels that others places upon us. It gets tricky when you are trying to figure out who you are, you may want a label, to sort of fix it in your own mind; but our inner monologues may be written in a language that others cannot easily read. So our label is misinterpreted and when we look down and see all the various labels we wear we often see a bunch we never put there ourselves. That is our challenge, identifying the labels, no matter from whence they came, polishing them, changing them, positioning them so the "right" ones are more prominently displayed.

For me, what I coming to see, is that what we really need is some readily available blank labels, placed high, for all to see. Have your pen handy, to scribble in the definition that suits you at the moment but understand that others have access to your labels as well; so carry a spare Sharpie and don't be afraid to lend it out. Let them scribble, read their label, try to understand what it means.

Just make sure yours is written in a bolder hand.