As a dark skinned man I hold a fascination with the SEX & THE CITY movie, and the series for none of the reasons that garner interest en masse. In private I have been captivated by the genius of the storytelling, and the storyteller’s knack for creating a worldview of priviledge, white priviledge that cannot see colored people in New York city. The dismissive quality in the eyes was brilliantly captured in the series, and the popular movie by the actors.
The ability of white Americans who view the world like this unconciously stimulates some of the worse reactions in people of color, and engineer, at a subtle level, a nagging sense of insignificance in colored people, and in others like me, a compulsion to wade through my rage to somehow rise above, and embrace white Americans as people. It is an outstanding ability to perform between these states of being as a healer, and evolve into the child-like state of loving. It is the distance between like, and knowing, magic, and miracle, love and despising, life and death, and being strong, or weak, and fatigued by anger that has to be navigated on the stage of one’s lifetime to mature into a human being. It ain’t easy, but it is doable. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
Candace Bushnell
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