Happy 2017, everyone.
I don’t quite know how happy the year will be, really. But with the arrival of December and January we find ourselves in another film industry award season, and the parade of prestige pictures in theaters.
And so, on a Sunday afternoon, I sat in a packed screening of Hidden Figures.
Starring Taraji P. Henson, Octavia Spencer and Janelle Monae, the film tells the true story of Katherine Johnson, Dorothy Vaughan and Mary Jackson, pivotal women in NASA’s early history, and is based on the book of the same title by Margot Lee Shetterly. These women’s work as “human computers” enabled John Glenn’s historic spaceflight, among other achievements throughout their careers at the space agency.
In other words, this movie was packed with blerd bona fides and #BlackGirlMagic.
The film’s title rings with double meaning, of course. Johnson, and the all-black group of women who worked as human computers, were essentially erased from major histories of NASA. These hidden figures’ roles in history came up against racism and sexism. They’re never mentioned in The Right Stuff.
A story with black women at its center, Hidden Figures weaves in how these women handle the double yoke of racism and sexism.
The movie doesn’t quite escape some of the white hero stuff you’re used to in movies invoking black progress. The composite character of NASA Langley director Al Harrison (Kevin Costner) desegregates the restrooms by taking a sledgehammer to the Colored Women’s Restroom sign and taciturnly says, “Here at NASA we all pee the same color.”
We also get some finger-snapping moments such as Vaughan’s interaction with supervisor/racially biased roadblock Vivian Mitchell (Kirsten Dunst), another composite character. When Mitchell says she’s “got nothing against y’all” after again denying Vaughan (Spencer) a promotion to become NASA’s first black supervisor, Vaughan replies, “I know … that’s what you think.” This interaction, and its focus, is a far cry from a previous civil rights-era film Spencer worked in, The Help.
With all that said, for being such a feel-good Hollywood telling of this important story, and the quality and care with which it was done, my chief impression coming away from this film is one of rage.
Is there a cure for cancer locked away in the mind of a poor black child in Chicago? There might be.
Think of the repeated times in American history in which black wealth, black success, black towns, black people, were destroyed for the sake of preserving the racial status quo, such as the utter destruction of Greenwood, Oklahoma, in 1921.
Think about how jaw-droppingly amazing – and lucky – the few black folks who “made it” had to be. Think about how much more they had to do, all while still getting not as much for their trouble. I’ve lived those inequities, and I’m 50 years removed from the events of Hidden Figures.
Katherine Johnson, in the film’s big-Hollywood-speech moment, notes that the NASA dress code allows women only a string of pearls to wear, but the black workers aren’t paid enough to afford them. (That’s right: economic issues are identity politics, too.)
Hell, Dorothy Vaughan had to steal a book on computer programming from the library because the book wasn’t kept in the colored section. She had to steal a book her taxes paid for that library to own, but kept from her.
So excuse me if I get teary-eyed when John Glenn asks for the re-entry calculations to come only from Katherine Johnson.
Pardon me if I swell with pride when women in colored computers walk en masse to those new IBMs, a parade of relaxed hair and kitten heels, armed with the knowledge from that stolen library book on Fortran coding.
Console me during Glenn’s rocket launch, as I weep for my deceased father, who was in the Air Force and helped set up the Bermuda checkpoint.
In just this one scene of Hidden Figures, we see sexism delay historic achievement and transformational social progress.
Kinda rhymes with our times of late, doesn’t it?
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