BlacKKKlansman (2018) реж. Spike Lee

BlacKKKlansman (2018)

из рецензии к фильму "Зеленая книжка" мысль: Концовка Зеленой книжки - дает зрителям иллюзию того что расизма больше нет.

Спайк Ли таким обманом не занимается
The Charlottesville-riot footage that he includes as an epilogue in “BlacKkKlansman” might bury the loose, essentially comedic movie it’s attached to in furious lava. Lee knows the past too well to ever let the present off the hook.
...Closure is impossible because the blood is too bad, too historically American. Lee had conjured a social environment that’s the opposite of what “The Upside,” “Green Book,” and “Driving Miss Daisy” believe. We’d all been reared on racial-reconciliation fantasies.

A Recipe for Bees ; Gail Anderson-Dragatz

как дочитала - спокойно отдала обратно ребятишкам - в один из уличных шкафчиков с книжками-вещичками поделиться ... а нынче обнаружила что ощущение от того чтения - по прежнему свежи и вибрируют каким то трогательным и честным бзз - как пчелы! не забыть...

A Recipe for Bees by Gail Anderson-Dargatz

рассказ женщины по имени Августа о своей жизни ... плавное плотное повествование, где эпизоды переплетаются, перетекают, без предупреждения, без разрывов...

детали о канадской разновидности разсизма - нанимали работать на ферме коренных жителей местных территорий...

"Augusta was thirteen when Manny came home from town saying he'd hired Harry Jacob, an Indian man living on the reserve. "I told Harry and his women they could set up a tent by the creek for the summer", he said to Helen. It was Harry and his women,never Harry and his wife. The title "wife" was reserved for white women. The couple set up a huge canvas tent, the kind ranch cooks housed their stoves in, a tent with a hole at the top for a stove-pipe. Harry's woman had no stove, but build a campfire under that hole, so the tent was always filled with smoke. Harry, his woman, and their children smelled of smoke; to Augusta their skin appeared stained with it. The couple had a six-year-old boy whose name Augusta no longer remembered, and a girl two years younger than Augusta named Alice. Alice went barefoot and wore the same dress every day, a flowered yellow shift. She spoke little English, Harry' woman spoke none. She had a ragged, indifferent air about her, as if she knew nothing she said or did would make a difference. The boy was sick. To Augusta's delight, Alice came out to play hide-and-sick, kick the can, They chased each other clear around the farm. It was the closest thing she'd had to a sister, to a friend.