Monday, September 5, 2011

The Question of The Help: Where is the authentic voice of Narrative Parity?

by Karen Merced Willner

Currently #1 at the box office for the third week in a row, The Help presents uncomfortable questions to the US film industry about persistent stereotypes and its tepid support of more valid Black narratives from African American auteurs.. 

True diversity in culture is found when a variety of authentic voices tell their own stories and are heard by all.  When the breadth and scope of ethnic experience is fully expressed and widely accessible through an art form, there is a kind of narrative parity which moves society forward and promotes cohesion among once disparate cultures.

Minority voices continue to struggle for narrative parity in the US mainstream motion picture.  Granted, African American stories have come a long way since the dominance of Sydney Poitier as the Lone Black Man to pierce the white veil of mainstream movie stardom.  But we seem to have reached a flat spot since the ascendance of Spike Lee’s crossover heyday.  The color caste decried in Lee’s School Daze and Jungle Fever persists in the limited narratives of today’s successful crossover “Black” stories, i.e., The Help. 

Must a dark Black actress only hope to be cast as a mammy figure, are only fair-skinned Halle Berry types accepted as romantic leads?  Why are Black men predominantly portrayed either as funny scoundrels (Chris Tucker in the Rush Hour franchise, Eddie Murphy in the upcoming Tower Heist), or marginalized altogether (the preacher and the unseen husband in The Help)?  Are the only Black-perspective stories that are accessible to non-Black audiences those wrought in the visions of White directors (Steven Spielberg and The Color Purple, Jonathan Demme and Beloved) or the presumptions of White authors (The Help)?

Certainly, The Help is a beautifully-acted, engaging movie.  But it is also a White “feel good” movie, self-congratulatory as the White princess-savior descends upon the down-trodden Black maids to encourage and inspire them.  Yes, there are exchanges and the maids rescue her right back.  Not unlike Pretty Woman:  despite Julia Roberts’ declaration of empowerment at the end, Pretty Woman is still about a hooker with a heart of gold, and despite its own declarations of empowerment from the central Black character’s voice-over at its end, The Help still smacks of White paternalism. 

A diplomatic Roger Ebert writes:

“The Help” is a safe film about a volatile subject… We are happy for the two white women, … but as the film ends it is still Jackson, Mississippi and Ross Barnett is still governor.

The Association of Black Women Historians concludes its published response to the film thusly:

In the end, The Help is not a story about the millions of hardworking and dignified black women who labored in white homes to support their families and communities. Rather, it is the coming-of-age story of a white protagonist, who uses myths about the lives of black women to make sense of her own.

Stories of Whites who risked and even lost their lives for the sake of Civil Rights are valid and needed.  But these are not the only stories.  There are too few authentic empowerment narratives of and by African American filmmakers.  Any projects with diversity behind as well as in front of the camera that reach the radar of general audiences tend to be comedies – Death at a Funeral; Madea movies and the rest of Tyler Perry’s growing canon.  Serious films include two excellent and overlooked independents:  Akeelah and the Bee (2006) with Laurence Fishburne and The Great Debaters (2007) with Denzel Washington.  But with the exception of Spike Lee’s masterpiece Malcolm X (1992), and Kasi Lemmons Talk to Me (2007), I can think of no other major Civil Rights era theatrical films coming from Black sources over the last 20 years..

It’s nice that a well-meaning White Southern woman wrote The Help, and good for her that it was turned into a well-made and successful film.  But I tend to agree with Michele Wallace, who wrote in the August 2011 issue of Essence:

I WONDER IF OTHER BLACK WOMEN who see this film will ask, When will we witness the mostly unsung heroism of the Séptima Clarks, the Ella Bakers, the Fannie Lou Hamers and so many others to the civil rights struggle in America?

The more uncomfortable question is, if the stories of these unsung heroes do make it to the screen, will producers and distributors have the courage to invest in and promote these films as generously as The Help has been supported, and will White audiences embrace them with equal enthusiasm?



Links of interest: 

Association of Black Women Historians Response to ‘The Help’:

Roger Ebert’s Review:

NPR Interview with “The Help” cast member Octavia Spencer (Minny):

Eudora Welty's Jackson: 'The Help' In Context by W. Ralph Eubanks

5 comments:

  1. I am sensitive to this summary, and agree that the author is working through her issues - especially with the loss of Constantine; however, we have to remember that this is Jackson, Mississippi in the 60's, and in this story, Abilene writes her own story in her own words....and the power of those words plants seeds that alter the power dynamics of that community.

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  2. Do films have the responsibility to portray historical events accurately? Yes, if the film is a documentary. However, this is fiction, and the story is heartwrenching. To some of our grandchildren, it may represent their first introduction to the civil rights era. If it does that, I applaud it.

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  3. Thank you for your thoughtful comments. I hope that more students will be encouraged to post!

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  4. POSTED FOR LEN KRANSER:

    The Real Housewives of Jackson, Mississippi

    This is a sophomoric screen play tossing together stereotypes of spoiled, clueless white southern socialites and their long-suffering, patient black maids.

    It is not that there weren’t plenty of each in the 60’s, and that they don’t still exist, but have a heart. This over-the-top collection of characters deserves to be baked into a pie and served to the screen writer and whoever else was responsible for bringing us the pie eating scene:- clearly the low point of the equal rights movement.

    “Feel good movie”? Not at all! I cringed throughout at the endless superficial depiction of petty ways that whites demeaned their black help and each other. I would gladly have traded it all for one in-depth study of the real despair that must have existed in these people’s lives.

    The film’s lone touch of irony was the Junior League fundraiser:- for black children in Africa.

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  5. I read Eudora Welty's short story written in the venacular of the murderer of Medgar Evers....and it is written in the "lingo" of an uneducated southerner - not unlike the language of the domestic employees in the book, "The Help"...so, I'm not sure why she is held up in any better sted.

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