Blindspotting ★★★★★

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers.

“The difference between me and you is, I ain’t no killer. I ain’t no killer..” 

I feel like I’ve been socked in the gut. This movie is powerful. And I’m not using that term lightly. I mean I feel the passion in this movie oozing out. The anger, the indignation over the countless black victims cut down by the police. But also the love, the admiration for Oakland as well. I am unequipped to deal with, or explain, the issues at play here. I can attempt to grasp them, but ultimately I feel inadequate. All I can communicate are my feelings. The tears in my eyes. The way the injustice of it all tightens my chest. The certainty that that this movie excels in both its message, and its craft. 

There is one thing I wanted to comment on specifically, though. I think this movie masterfully captures how everyday experiences for Black Americans lead to PTSD. Collin is clearly suffering from PTSD. The experience of watching a young black man be gunned down by the police is deeply traumatic for him. Not just because it is unjust, but because it could have easily been him. I’m reminded of Barack Obama, who commented that Trayvon Martin could have been his son. I remind folks being snide about that comment. But this movie reveals the honesty of it. And it reveals the collective trauma of the black experience in America.

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