The film about Oscar Grant, “Fruitvale Station,” was released today.
I have never so badly wanted to walk out of a film. You get lost in a story that is the life of Oscar Grant, until there is a moment, when the family is celebrating Grant’s mother’s birthday and eating Grandma Bonnie’s gumbo that you remember, that night, Oscar Grant will be killed because of the color of his skin. The film ends with his daughter, T, looking up at her mom, Oscar’s girlfriend, in the shower the morning after her father is shot, asking, “Where’s daddy?” You see her profile, looking up at her mom, and realize that she has her daddy’s skin color. I can’t imagine what it must mean for her to someday learn that her father was killed because he was black, and she is black too.
And now, the Zimmerman trial.