She’s Telling Us?
“There is nothing new under the sun,” my creative writing prof used to say. If your pen is going to get anywhere worth going you have to make it new anyway. That was his theory. Hollywood creatively gets that backwards. Take the film “Nobody” as an example. The retired bad-ass, now family man, plot is as played as the lyrics of “Happy Birthday.” Tinsel town surmounts this hurdle packing the script with dialogue that leaves wincing audiences pining for mimes. When theaters that run stuff off the L.A. assembly line reopened last fall they posted achtung notices on social distancing everywhere. None were ever necessary. It would have taken a good arm to hit the next closest viewer with a pebble…in the unlikely case others were in attendance.
So I’m sticking my neck out suggesting a remake of the WC Fields film “You’re Telling Me.” In the original besotted optometrist Sam Bisbee, played by W. C., invents things in his workshop between swigs. A puncture proof tire is what he hopes will place the Bisbee name next to Edison’s. The innovation is presented to a boardroom full of suits in the big city. The plan goes off course when an unmarked police vehicle of the same make and color takes up the parking space his was towed from. The eye-man demonstrates his invention with a pistol shooting out all four tires of the squad car. Homeward bound on a train suicide attempts are averted by a series of interruptions.
I never figured out how Paramount arrived at the name “You’re Telling Me” for the Fields debut in a full length feature film. But that title can’t be beat dramatizing the inventive antics of author Robin DiAngelo—even if the outcomes would get reversed. Unlike Bisbee’s tire, her chef d’oeurve is full of holes and somehow manages to stay inflated. When she’s in a boardroom skepticism is a terminable offense. Her book “White Fragility” hit the ground running without help from the kind of mysterious European princess who rescued Bisbee’s life and career. This so-called “classic of antiracism” was welcomed on Wall Street with open arms. It’s even possible some of the brass there read it.
Listen as John Blake of CNN helps Robin plug her latest infliction “Nice Racism.”
“DiAngelo, author of “White Fragility,” remembers the precise moment it happened. A friend invited her to join a few friends of hers for dinner. When DiAngelo arrived at the restaurant, she was excited to see that the couple waiting for them at the table was Black.
DiAngelo was a college student who had no Black friends and had rarely spent any time around Black people. But she saw herself as a proud progressive and a feminist. She proceeded to tell the Black couple how raci
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