Doctor King Schultz
This movie has given Americans a small dose of discomfort and the blogosphere a greater dose of caution. Spike Lee found the excessive use of the word nigger offensive (in an age of niggas), and felt himself obliged to disrespect the man who made it – his ‘civic duty’ as a black man.
The film can be summed up entirely in one scene, the answer to one fundamental question. Django and Doctor Schultz ride into town, everyone stares, the entire town gawking. The doctor asks, ‘why is everyone staring at us?’ Django replies, ‘They ain’t never seen a nigger on a horse before.’ It was a heart stopping event, shocking; it made people uncomfortable, mad, or downright hateful, because niggers don’t belong on horses, it just ain’t right, in 1858. Fast forward. The 21st century. America doesn’t like to remember or talk about niggers on horses. Maybe they should.
I am often angry at the Jews, now a powerful country, for not being a strong voice, a champion, for the poor and oppressed, but I envy and admire their ingenuity, solidarity and determination. They will forever remind us of what happened to them, through film, song, print or scribbles in the sand, whatever keeps it fresh in our memory.
Mr Spike Lee, you and half the black intellectuals in the USA condone and promote the use of the word nigger among Afro-Americans – the sanctity of self-degradation – yet you complain about Django. Without seeing it. Incredible. Consider this: Jews addressing each other as holo (holocaust) – to remind them of their history! “Yo whzzup holo! Hangin wid my holos! Smokin chronic wid my holo! Hittin bitches wid my holos!” Unimaginable. Take a page from their book, leave niggers in the history books.
It’s time for self-respect. It’s time to stop the self-abuse. Give power to the word, and shame to any man who utters it. Build memorials, make guilt inducing films – get to work.
Django is truth. The terror when the slave whip lashed that girl’s back, the callous disregard for human life by southern slavers, the cruelty, the tools and methods of cruelty, were all real. All reserved for the nigger slave, or the free nigger – that’s right Spike Lee, black people didn’t exist – there were no African Americans in America, just niggers. It’s not a term of endearment, friend Spike, it’s derogatory, and it’s time to put it away.
The journey, from nigger to ‘human-being,‘ started with the effort, kindness and courage of good people, black and white. A German man befriends Django as a slave, but respects and treats him as a man, and lays down his life for him at the end. His name, was Doctor King Schultz.
Quentin Tarantino’s film deserves a standing ovation. It’s sad, funny and romantic, it cuts to the point and remains there, it kicks ass and is dead serious. A nigger on a horse rode into town. A man on ‘his horse,’ packing steel, rode out. His name was Django.
Spike Lee, if you can’t say ‘well done!’ Please be quiet.
recommended: The Negro Boy by Dieter Rogiers