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I have access to a boot leg copy of The Help (we'll talk about that later), staring the Divine and the always; Compellingly watchable, Viola Davis and the very Astute and Urbane, Emma Stone unfortunately, I couldn't bring myself to watch it with two people who are peripheral friends.
it is the class race situation; like a sore thumb, you see my friends are white and I didn't feel like being Professor Rhonda and having to be the Skip Gates in the room or wincing during the hard to swallow, historical reflection of domestic mechanisms in this country.
the subtly of racism already has reared its ugly head too many times during inane conversations where a racial slur was dropped as if it were okay and so, I didn't want my resentment or my mouth releasing a diatribe with a string of expletives.there would be the big ole' elephant blocking the TV and I would end up looking like the proverbial "angry black woman". who is just mad for no reason. to be honest, this just doesn't go one way, my excriment shows it's hiney at times and it is not a pretty sight.
so what do we call the subject matter of, Lakshi and Me, the almost hour long documentary on hulu? it is a personal observation of one woman's relationship with her maid within the confines of the caste-system in India.
caste is a complicated internalized racist, class system still imposed within the culture of India even today. instead of black and white, it is the subtleties of light and dark and familial association- oh wait, something like the miscegenation here. silly me, I thought that I was explaining something foreign to my understanding. nothing like the "hair complexion, urban, suburban, who has the right to be American or claim closer proximity to God, whatever thing" that we enact almost religiously here and import world wide,
In her almost hour long, documentary on hulu, Nistha Jain lets the camera catch her flinching voice as her relationship with her domestic servant Laksme deepens. femism, caste, color, class mean different things to different people depending on what side of the divide one might be standing- even the term friendship- is not so straight forward.
as a member of a more dominant class, the filmmaker begins to realizes that her priveledged life dictates how she defines herself and what opportunities are afforded her due to her position in life as opposed to the 21 year old who sits on the floor when they are having a meal tho she is offered a seat on the couch. everything has its clarity and murkyness doesn't it. while access to an abortion may mean the pursuit of a career for a modern woman whereas, keeping the baby might be a revolutionary act against the establishment to another...maybe. maybe we watch The Help, who harbor deep seeded prejudices and we don't explain, or maybe there isn't a need.Lakshme is and me is a contemplative gem especially when not held at arms length.
it is the class race situation; like a sore thumb, you see my friends are white and I didn't feel like being Professor Rhonda and having to be the Skip Gates in the room or wincing during the hard to swallow, historical reflection of domestic mechanisms in this country.
the subtly of racism already has reared its ugly head too many times during inane conversations where a racial slur was dropped as if it were okay and so, I didn't want my resentment or my mouth releasing a diatribe with a string of expletives.there would be the big ole' elephant blocking the TV and I would end up looking like the proverbial "angry black woman". who is just mad for no reason. to be honest, this just doesn't go one way, my excriment shows it's hiney at times and it is not a pretty sight.
so what do we call the subject matter of, Lakshi and Me, the almost hour long documentary on hulu? it is a personal observation of one woman's relationship with her maid within the confines of the caste-system in India.
caste is a complicated internalized racist, class system still imposed within the culture of India even today. instead of black and white, it is the subtleties of light and dark and familial association- oh wait, something like the miscegenation here. silly me, I thought that I was explaining something foreign to my understanding. nothing like the "hair complexion, urban, suburban, who has the right to be American or claim closer proximity to God, whatever thing" that we enact almost religiously here and import world wide,
In her almost hour long, documentary on hulu, Nistha Jain lets the camera catch her flinching voice as her relationship with her domestic servant Laksme deepens. femism, caste, color, class mean different things to different people depending on what side of the divide one might be standing- even the term friendship- is not so straight forward.
as a member of a more dominant class, the filmmaker begins to realizes that her priveledged life dictates how she defines herself and what opportunities are afforded her due to her position in life as opposed to the 21 year old who sits on the floor when they are having a meal tho she is offered a seat on the couch. everything has its clarity and murkyness doesn't it. while access to an abortion may mean the pursuit of a career for a modern woman whereas, keeping the baby might be a revolutionary act against the establishment to another...maybe. maybe we watch The Help, who harbor deep seeded prejudices and we don't explain, or maybe there isn't a need.Lakshme is and me is a contemplative gem especially when not held at arms length.
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