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Shang-Chi, Long Time No See




This Country, indeed, the World at large, as ruled by The Ways of Men, specializes in the art of minimizing and marginalization.

That being said, I'm on my way to see Shang-Chi and The Legend of The Ten Rings, and I am excited for what is supposedly an epic superhero adventure, lush with a relevance of purpose and a cuturally appropriate presentation.

It makes me think of my excitement to see Black Panther, another MCU epic, released in 2018, and told from a keenly, self-aware, African-American's global point of view, and just how impactful that story was to me at the time.

Here, then, I'll revisit that initial experience and the subsequent article that I wrote as a sort of before and after experience.

That was then, how I felt as a Black Man who had grown up on comics, limited to the very narrow slice of representation offered up, first, on the printed page, and later in cinematic form.

I wonder, now, though, going into this experience with Shang-Chi, a comic book character that I am familiar with from my crate diving days, a character who's troublesome and highly innappropriate backstory and frequent depiction didn't go unnoticed to those of us who read Power Man and Iron Fist comics books and wondered what black dude actually used words and phrases like 'Jive Turkey' in formal conversation, by the way, what this means for the AAPI Community now; those who currently feel the same sense of marginalization, minimized within this vast American landscape.

I can't wait to check it out.


In the meantime, please take a moment to revisit this. Some thought provoking shit. Promise. https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/3167294265420785387/6443133273530826360#

https://cosgrrrl.com/afrocentrism-and-the-black-panther-70a577c7d647

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