The Bar Bows to Courtney B. Vance #ScandalABC
Anyways...the episode was pure wish fulfillment, of course, because the cop is proven a murderer and goes to jail. However, there's a slight twist I wasn't expecting.
The episode opens with Olivia lying that she's resting to Jake when in fact she's off to meet with the Chief of Police. A black child is dead, a white cop killed him, and El Jefe needs Liv to fix it.
Yeah, I know, right? And everybody sees through it right away except for Liv, but moving on...
Before Liv can do her thing, a loud warning shot rings out and all heads to turn behold a not-in-the-mood-today black man wielding a shotgun who bellows, "Bring me the cop who killed my son."
And I'm like, Dayum.
|Cornelius Smith, Jr.|
Ever watch Suicide Kings (1997)? Christopher Walken gives a masterful performance, dominating every scene he's in, outshining every other actor he interacts with, and he does so while spending most of the film taped to a friggin' chair.
Courtney B. Vance doesn't get a whole film, but damn...I bet he would give a great hour-long performance from a chair, because his character refuses to rise from that lawn chair for over a day.
He tells Liv about his son, about how hard he worked to get the boy to eighteen, and the grief at his failure is so moving. Nothing forced, nothing false, nothing weak.
He better get some kind of acknowledgement for this episode because I was thinking of swearing off Scandal once and for all...starting this very week.
And now, I want to talk about the cop who killed and his little bitch-rant to Liv about how "you people" don't have respect, and dare to question authority, and how eighty-four people were murdered in DC this year and it wasn't cops doing the murdering (three guesses who it was).
Okay, fine. Poor black people killed other poor black people. And in typical American fashion, what drives them to kill, steal, etc. is all "their fault."
Excuse me, I grew up in Appalachia, specifically West Virginia. I spent most of life around poor white people. I grew up to work in mental health and social work there. For anyone who's lived there or done their research, you know what I mean when I talk about the soul-crushing poverty that has plagued that region for generations. There are a few rich people, but they're not rich by Outside standards. To be comfortable = barely getting by, and the "comfortable" ones typically work more than one job to do so - I myself worked three at one point while carrying full course load in graduate school. And the government which has all but left that region to rot, has no problem showing up before every single war to convince Appalachian kids to die for them.
That type of poverty does more than "inconvenience" you; it gets in your blood. It plagues your dreams, it hangs over your head all day like a thick depressive cloud. There's plenty of violence and drug abuse in Appalachia, but most Americans can't even point that region out on a map because it's America's dirty little Third-World secret, it damages the nation's credibility abroad, and derails its own racist narrative at home.
In Cameroon, West Africa, I lived in the city, the town, and the village during the early 1990s. But it was in Appalachia that I witnessed true poverty and misery.
So, yeah...poor people are killing each other, have been for ages. If you have such a problem with it, why don't you do something about the poverty itself?