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Saturday, December 5, 2020

America to Me - made for TV

Tiara

 


Chanti

 
Kendale


Chanti









Jada


Terrence

KeShawn and Jessica Stovall

KeShawn

KeShawn and Jessica Stovall



Charles (middle) and Chanti

Jada and Tyrone Williams

Jada

Left to right, Jada, Charles, and Steve James

Steve James with Field producer Janea Smith









               

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                    

AMERICA TO ME - made for TV           A                                                                                 USA  (10-part episode, 630 mi)  2018  d:  Steve James

A brilliant racial exposé made by the director of Hoop Dreams (1994), where it’s hard to think of anything else out there that reveals with such complexity and depth the sheer magnitude of the racial problem in America, where whites have all the built-in advantages and are quick to criticize any actions that alter the status quo.  This is a mammoth ten-part 630 minute made-for-TV series divided into nearly 60 minute segments, where a film crew follows a dozen students at Oak Park and River Forest High School during the 2015-16 year, coming into fruition only after a brouhaha develops when a Black Lives Matter assembly only invites black kids, causing an outrage around town for causing racial divisions, generating “all lives matter” protestations, with parents,  administrators, and a school board captured in animated discussions afterwards over the ramifications, including a motion to allow a film crew to follow a select group of hand-picked students to explore this very hotly contested issue.  While the Asian Superintendent and black Principal voted against the idea and refused to participate with the filmmakers, the board agreed to allow filmmakers complete access to students, classrooms, teachers, coaches, and various school activities.  Using a contemporary urban soundtrack that never overshadows but punctuates many of the themes, the family lives of certain students are also explored, offering an extremely personal and intensely revealing view that is rare in cinema today, particularly for such an incendiary subject.  Deserving to be ranked alongside the best television mega-series like Roots in 1977 or The Civil War in 1990, yet it remains criminally underseen, coming at the end of an Obama Presidency that suggests norms have been shattered, but lurking underneath is a fractured disconnect that leaves the nation reeling in separate but unequal opportunities.  Most all of the students in AP Honors classes are white, with high expectations primarily built around those prestigious students, who get the best teachers and receive the most support, followed by honors classes which are also majority white, with a good portion of those students who likely don’t belong, but their parents demand college preparatory classes whether their kids deserve it or not, while there is another tier of majority black students where fundamental academic expectations are not high, as their achievement levels over the years consistently score below that of whites, known as the “achievement gap,” where for decades high-paid administrators have been left scratching their heads wondering how to fix this problem, where nothing seems to work, currently using the tracking system, placing the kids with highest achievement scores in honors and AP classes on track for college, having previously explored the idea of clustering black kids in honors together, so they weren’t so isolated, yet that program was discontinued after white parents fought to spread the diversity around their kid’s classrooms, though the official position was an administrator came out with a study one year that suggested there was no improvement.  There is certainly some question about whether they pulled the plug too quickly on that idea, wondering whether it was given sufficient time to prove itself, but now it is simply viewed as ancient history.  Side by side with academic deficiencies are behavioral issues, as blacks receive more penalties for disciplinary infractions, more suspensions, more drop-outs, leading to a school-to-prison pipeline that concerns the school, but not enough to alter the existing methods, where blacks are simply viewed as more belligerent and “aggressive” than whites, at least in the eyes of the existing school staff making the recommendations.  Curiously, this same perception is viewed on the football field, where a hotbed of racial taunting can be heard from the stands week after week (surprisingly nothing is done about it), but also a sport that actually encourages aggressive over passive behavior, where black kids are more likely to be penalized than whites, with the football coach being told by white officials that the reason for the penalties are his black kids are more “aggressive.” 

The title comes from a Langston Hughes poem, repeated at the beginning of each episode, reiterating “America never was America to me,” (Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes - Poems ...), also used very effectively at the end of a recent Spike Lee film Da 5 Bloods (2020), suggesting the full privileges of freedom and democracy have largely excluded blacks, who have never been allowed to achieve the same equity of treatment, finding racial roadblocks and walls of resistance at every level of society, where the promise of America remains an elusive dream.  In addition to the school administrators, most all of the mostly white AP teachers also refused to participate, as did all of the wealthy white families, where there was a general fear that they would be ridiculed or made to look bad.  That’s not the director’s style, however, as he attended the high school himself along with his children, displaying an extraordinary degree of patience by humanizing each and every featured student in the film through an unscripted three-dimensional lens, favoring authenticity, while also tending to downplay any drama captured by the camera, allowing scenes to speak for themselves, often posing complex and controversial questions, spending the entire length of the film searching for answers.  While the majority of kids chosen were black, part of the reason, according to the director, is that it’s extremely difficult to find white kids who actually have something to say on the subject of race, as they’ve lived their lives relatively unscathed by it.  The school is Oak Park’s lone high school, considered elite, ranked among the top 5% of high schools in the country, graduating 95% of its students, encompassing a racial, economic and cultural mix that reflects the nation as a whole, located in a mostly affluent and progressive suburb bordering on the city of Chicago, attracting families of all races and economic groups, where for most of the kids it feels like a social experiment of racial diversity with 3400 students, 55% white, 27% black, 9% Hispanic, 3% Asian and 6% multiracial.  Wrestling with questions of race and white privilege, and a longing to fit into a school that inherently supports white cultural norms, it’s also about growing up, reflecting the anxiety and multiple pressures placed on teenagers in high school, like trying to live up to the expectations of others, having to continually please others, including a long list of their teacher’s demands, where the students alone are responsible for their own successes and failures, yet feel they can so easily lose themselves in the process.  Much of this explores how to discover your own identity, realizing others see you differently than you see yourself, both an indifferent world of racial insults and societal barriers, but also those in your own family that love you, but may not see you, for whatever reason, leaving you feeling bad about yourself, like you’re doing something wrong.  That emptiness and the blame game is exactly how people without fathers may feel, like it’s all your fault, or homeless students, who can’t relate to all the privileges of others who simply take them for granted, never thinking twice.  Black kids, in particular, have to navigate their way through a self-identity of being black, but also the white world that sees them quite differently, believing they’ll continually underperform academically, or be too loud and aggressive socially, and never be a team player in a world with a majority of whites, with whites never realizing how they’re the ones who aren’t team players, as they don’t welcome others who are different or provide a spirit of inclusiveness, demanding that things be their way, as if that’s the only way.  Black kids are all too aware that the white way is not their way, but they learn to adapt, while whites never have to, remaining casually indifferent.  That’s the ultimate insult, viewed with a feeling of indifference, like you’re not really there, like you don’t matter, which is the true reality of being black in America, remaining invisible, no matter your resumé or qualifications.  That seems to be the heart of the issue, living in a world where black concerns don’t matter, which is the essence of the Black Lives Matter movement.  This becomes particularly evident when the school boards gets bogged down for several months on whether or not to invest millions on an Olympic-sized pool, ignoring the animus coming from outspoken citizens not to ignore their focus on the achievement gap.  

Oak Park is a historic neighborhood, known for producing novelist Ernest Hemingway, while also housing many Frank Lloyd Wright architectural wonders, establishing the city as a cultural reference point.  At a time when many whites revolted against racial integration with blacks in the 60’s, known as white flight, the Oak Park community was known for being socially progressive, as they actually welcomed the racial mix, enacting fair-housing measures, believing diversity would make the community even stronger.  Geographically adjacent to the Chicago Austin and North Lawndale neighborhoods, which have a long history with gang violence and poor schools, there is a dividing line, Austin Blvd, separating two very different worlds.  In the year of filming, for instance, Austin had 70 murders, while Oak Park had only one, which is a primary reason many from Chicago’s West side communities try to get their children into this more prestigious school.  There are strict residency requirements, however, with former FBI agents scrutinizing so-called questionable residency issues.  This issue comes up particularly in sports, with other teams crying foul if a student athlete transfers into Oak Park, giving them a decided advantage.  Historically, one common element of racial prejudice is the assumption that cheating is going on whenever black athletes excel, suggesting they don’t really live in the district.  It’s a common complaint that is almost always unfounded, yet it doesn’t stop parents in the stands from screaming racial epithets at the athletes.  During a state wrestling tournament in Bloomington, Illinois where the Oak Park wrestlers were dominant, the racial profanity coming from the stands was especially repugnant, with coaches having to restrain the kids from responding.  This kind of stuff is not made up but happens spontaneously.  The filmmakers didn’t go into the tournament looking for that behavior, essentially covering a sporting event, with a spotlight shown on several of the kids, but this particularly odious stain of obnoxious behavior hovers over what is otherwise a miraculous effort by the wrestlers themselves, where it’s literally a transforming moment winning a state title, the culmination of lifelong dreams, yet, despite their heroics on the mat, where one kid wrestled the day after his brother was shot and killed, breaking into tears after a hard-fought win, a particularly poignant moment, they are forced to see how others view them in such a profoundly negative and hostile light.  It’s a momentous example of how Oak Park is a microcosm of a larger troubling issue that simply continues to plague America.  This film was made prior to the election of Trump as President, where in the last four years white supremacists have only felt more emboldened to wreak their vitriol of race hatred.  The brilliance of this film is that it challenges white privilege and the notion of progressive and liberal leanings on the issue of race, where good intentions from whites are often met with cringeworthy and disastrous results, creating a systematic paralysis caused by repeated inactions to alter the status quo, leaving black families and students at a loss as to why the school continually refuses to implement needed changes.  A tiny yet typical example reveals the all-black cheerleading team performing at the end of the field near the goal line during football games, while the nearly all-white drill squad performs on the 50-yard line, given greater exposure, while validating their worth.  What message does that send to the cheerleaders and to the black student population?  Literally no one at the school can figure out the obvious inequity?  James includes a state evaluation of the school, revealing administrators are rated near the bottom, suggesting in a normal business model heads needed to roll.  But that doesn’t happen, though the Superintendent bails and takes a position in another school district.  Perhaps most surprising is how the black Principal holds onto his job, where it appears he is a figurehead only, no real power, but an example to hold up and show of community diversity, even if it’s really fake.  Very curious that in a school board meeting, Evanston is used as an example of success in a similarly diverse community with a white majority, where they eliminated the tracking system and the wrath of public outcry to try to equalize test scores.  White parents ordinarily don’t want changes to occur while their children are in school, but are certainly open to it afterwards.  It’s the same thing with each new generation.  Oak Park is like an island, a refuge for the last vestiges of a progressive social setting, but it’s all a mirage, where the amount of energy exerted to maintain the status quo through the years is simply off the charts.   

While some kids are introduced in the first episode, others appear much later, where their personal stories are continually intermixed into the overall narrative, where despite the length, the interest never wanes, as these kids all represent different age groups and experience a variety of social problems that evolve over time.  The profiles of the kids are simply amazing, as we get school and family interactions, offering extremely close and personal views of these kids, which is astonishing.  Easily the one that stood out was Chanti, an Asian-American biracial girl with an Asian mother and a black father, continually reeling from the traumatic effects of a bad relationship, writing some of the most poetically explosive material, yet the trauma, as we find out near the end, is even deeper than suspected, as she seems to relate to a trans lifestyle.  She is one complicated human being, and the film really allows her to explore all the devastating changes in her life that leave her in emotional turmoil.  Somewhat humorous, on the other hand, is a young geeky freshman Grant, seen hopelessly searching for his classes in the opening, yet out of nowhere a surprising relationship develops with a girl who is never seen speaking on camera.  The whole thing was inspired by a single spontaneous moment at a school dance when she grabs him and dances with him, the whole thing caught on film, where he’s simply euphoric afterwards.  Still, he redefines the meaning of taking it slow.  Terrence just breaks your heart, a kid in special education with a mother (Tiara’s overbearing sister) that’s constantly pushing him into college prep classes and what is clearly uncomfortable territory, taking classes where he doesn’t belong, making him feel even more of a stranger to himself, as he’ll never meet his mother’s expectations.  The divide between what she wants and hopes for and who he is just makes your heart sink, as he’s such a sweet kid, but he’s as lost as any kid you’ll ever see onscreen in the entirety of cinema.  The portraits of Tiara and Ke’Shawn reveal the multiple layers of emotional scars, both are so upbeat and positive, yet they’re continually kicked to the curb with endless setbacks, where a similar scenario played out with Ke’Shawn’s mother when she attended the school, described as “terror town,” offering heartbreaking evidence of racial abuse.  Charles, who comes from a broken home (as many of these kids do), is simply amazing at the poetry slam, has supreme confidence in himself, which in high school is rather mystifying, where one wonders how he is so self-assured when everyone else is still trying to figure everything out.  You can’t help but think he’s going to be a success at whatever he decides to be, writing a poem about Malcolm X and Tupac talking about how gentrified heaven is, finding himself feeling perfectly at home in extra-curricular Spoken Word activities, an outlet where blacks (and others) have complete freedom to express themselves, where most poems are about representation, run by two white teachers who wander through the hallways recruiting students.  Band nerd Kendale probably grows the most, so even-keeled and balanced, traversing the white world of band and the black world of wrestling, becoming an all-state wrestler in one of the toughest divisions, where he’s overweight through most of the entire film, but turns into a supreme athlete.  Impossible not to love watching him eat that 18th year old birthday cake, trying to pretend it doesn’t matter after starving himself all year, but O my God does he gobble it down.  Late entries were less successful, where Brendan is about as low key as you can get, yet his take on racial strife happening around him is really significant, adding a whole other dimension to who he really is.  He’s white, has all the breaks, but he’s aware that others don’t have the same opportunities that he has, and his take on the Chicago Symphony Orchestra patrons is spot-on.  His photographic eye was something of a shock, as his developed photos were extremely artistic.  Diane, a proud Mexican-American often mistaken for white, seems more troubled than she really needs to be, never delving into why, as she’s an extraverted and opinionated girl who’s not exactly sure where she fits in, yet she’s confident enough to argue difficult positions publicly and on camera that others shy away from.  The relationships with her two moms seem really complex, especially after their break-up, yet she hangs in there, throwing a sly smile into the camera near the end suggesting everything’s OK.  Jada regularly clashes with white male teachers who actually find her assertions intimidating, so the film department allows her plenty of room to roam the halls and apparently avoid classes, yet also pursue her own interests, while straight A class scholar Caroline can’t figure out who wins a coveted Science award that she obviously believes rightfully belongs to her.  And it probably did, but the secrecy around the winner suggests race may have played into it, awarding it to someone less accomplished, but still deserving. 

Teachers in Oak Park find a lack of collaboration within the school and within the district.  Anytime the status quo is challenged with proposals about how they could do better, with suggestions that the kids deserve better, they continually fall on deaf ears.  Jessica Stovall, a biracial teacher who was raised in rural Wisconsin, is one of the teachers we see working hardest for change.  Winner of a Fulbright Scholarship, visiting New Zealand to discover how the aboriginal Maori culture is integrated into mainstream society, she introduces an academic study called WOVEN aimed at eliminating racial predictability in academic achievement, analyzing why black achievement scores remain below the national average while white scores increasingly elevate over time, actually widening the achievement gap, spending the grant money in her own school district on her own, without school support or feedback, also studying another Chicago Public School where she is greeted warmly and enthusiastically, evaluating ways to improve teaching underperforming kids of color, holding out hope that this could be the means to break through the administrative resistance.  Unfortunately, she was not allowed to use school grounds for her study, or meet with other teachers, with the administration believing this would offer the appearance of acceptance, yet her persistence both in her classroom and on her own time to change these racial perceptions is the central thread of the film.  Yet in ways that are simply heartbreaking, her study is postponed at length before finally being introduced at a school board meeting, but ultimately dismissed by the administration, claiming they would prefer an approach to racial issues that is “rooted in scholarship rather than media.”  But her proposal is a data-driven approach to eliminating racial bias, but they didn’t want that either.  Anyone who observes Stovall in a classroom, exhibiting a rare and unmatched expertise, establishing relations with each and every student, would know immediately that if anyone is qualified to run an equity study, it would be her.  Instead the administration gets involved smearing and belittling her efforts by misattributing quotes from her that were actually said by others, which suggests a lack of scholarship on their part, with Stovall revealing her own frustrations, “I had all these great ideas ‘cause I was just coming back from a really transforming experience in my life, and then it was, like, a total disappointment.”  In the end, Oak Park is only willing to pay lip service to the idea of social change, but when push comes to shove, they refuse to act, so nothing ever changes.  Tyrone Williams is a black AP history teacher, yet one of the unique things that regularly recurs is kids requesting to be removed from his classroom before they’ve even met him, another version of inexplicable white flight.  Perhaps most surprising is there are several almost anonymous black men behind the scenes acting as black school ambassadors in what appears to be unpaid and unwritten positions, like assistant Principals, as they are more visible than the actual Principal, doing this on their own, offering support and leadership role models, helping people transition their way through all the noise, using the big brother role of embracing all under their wing.  Meanwhile, a super-intelligent, female black assistant Principal Dr. Chala Holland offers her comments, which are starkly realistic, fully endorsing reading support services for those that lag behind, but it comes down to a money issue, where the administration doesn’t fully support the concept, as if it represents a blemish on their resumé.  Never truly respected or given the appropriate authority, Holland eventually takes a job as Principal in a different school district that offers pay commensurate to her talent, replaced by a go-along white male who prefers not speaking on camera, already trying to roll back the supportive reading program Holland recommended and many of the things she implemented.  In addition to a surprising paucity of black teachers, there are also commonly felt feelings schoolwide of black disenfranchisement.  Revealingly, the film crew speaks to the kitchen help and janitorial staff, which is almost entirely black, those who have been with the school the longest, arriving at 5 am daily, warmly greeting the students each day, yet they are continually passed over for promotions, as whites regularly run the cash registers for lunchroom services, a monetary position where blacks throughout the years are simply not trusted.  The school, of course, predictably counters that no racism or favoritism is involved.

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

City So Real - made for TV

 


Susan Mendoza (left to right), Lori Lightfoot, Toni Preckwinkle, and Paul Vallas




Neal Sáles-Griffin (right) speaking to his father


Dr. Amara Enyia





Toni Preckwinkle

Willie Wilson




Director Steve James













 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CITY SO REAL – made for TV             B                                                                                   USA  (330 mi)  2020  d:  Steve James

Chicago is a city comprised of 50 political wards, each with their own elected alderman who serves on the city council voting on city business conducted by the mayor, yet it’s also a city of 77 different neighborhoods that offer a uniquely different community impact, showing ethnic diversity through historical migration patterns, as neighborhoods shift and change over time due to wholesale urban renewal projects and gentrification, with some dominating the available resources, such as the downtown Loop area and the more affluent northsides, while the segregated black south and westside neighborhoods are routinely overlooked and underfunded, showing few signs of economic development or commercial growth.   To quote David K. Fremon’s book Chicago Politics Ward by Ward:

We have neighborhoods—hundreds of smaller foci of stores and businesses, which together make up the metropolis.  They provide a continuous social and economic flow.  Some are thriving, some are suffering, some once suffering are now thriving and others are declining after having seen better days.  But all have something to offer.  Even North Lawndale, subject of a Pulitzer Prize-winning series describing urban decay, shows signs of hope. 

Most of all, there are homes—condominiums and mansions, Queene Anne and graystone and ballroom-frame homes, suburban-style homes and bungalows.  Entire wards consist of little but street after street of residences, which makes for nice living if not necessarily interesting driving.    

Finally, Chicago abounds in little-known and sometimes hidden treasures.  It may be a one-of-a kind business, unique entertainment, or even an imaginatively painted garage.  These small, often quirky attractions may not make the newspapers but nonetheless prove that the creative spirit is alive in the Windy City.  Granted, one’s knowledge of Chicago politics is not enhanced by the awareness of the existence of a huge cigar-store Indian at 63rd and Kedzie—but maybe one’s appreciation of the city’s wondrous diversity is. 

A sprawling 5 and ½ hour essay on the city that leaves intact the good with the bad, where moments of poignant beauty may evolve into raw, unadulterated ugliness, providing a broad-shouldered glimpse of America’s third largest city, initially shot as a four-part series, starting with the police and political cover-up of the 2014 shooting of LaQuan McDonald, a 17-year old black teenager shot 16 times by white Chicago police officer Jason Van Dyke, completely emptying his chamber, where an investigation report released 5-years later accused Van Dyke and 10 other officers of making false statements to exaggerate the threat posed by McDonald, claiming he lunged at the officer with a knife.  Four others allegedly failed to ensure their video or audio recording systems were working, while a former lieutenant who led the shooting investigation allegedly destroyed handwritten notes from witness interviews, and the surveillance video obtained by police from a nearby Burger King was intentionally erased.  Within 6-months of the incident, a $5 million dollar settlement was reached with the victim’s family.  Mayor Rahm Emanuel delayed releasing the accompanying police dash-cam video, becoming available 13-months later only through repeated Freedom of Information requests by the media and under a judge’s order, which revealed an entirely different scenario, as the victim, while carrying a knife, never raised it in a threatening manner as described by the police, and was actually walking away, but was instead shot down on the street in a brutal display of excessive force.  Officer Van Dyke remained employed as a police officer and was not charged until that video release, finally charged more than a year later with first degree murder, but sentenced to just 81 months, a relatively light sentence, but the first sentencing for an on-duty Chicago police killing of a citizen in almost thirty-five years.  The public outcry in response to the revelations led to the firing of the Police Chief Garry McCarthy, but also a bombshell announcement that in the fallout of the massive cover-up, Mayor Emanuel would not be running for re-election.  The film begins when as many as 21 different candidates announce their mayoral candidacy (14 making the final ballot), setting up an unprecedented political showdown.  The four-part series ended with the election of Mayor Lori Lightfoot, who served for three years as president of the Chicago Police Board, an independent civilian body that decides disciplinary cases involving Chicago police officers (https://twitter.com/LoriLightfoot/status/1103027152264540161/photo/1), with the mayor appointing her chair of the Chicago Police Accountability Task Force which filed a report critical of current police practices, in particular the police union’s “code of silence,” initially viewed as an also-ran in a crowded field, who rose from single-digit polling, registering only 2.8% with just a month to go, making up some serious last-minute ground, but an additional fifth part was added when the Covid pandemic hit and the Black Lives Matter protests around the country were sparked by another brutal police murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis, with activists describing these heinous police murders as new black lynchings.  While ostensibly about the city of Chicago, this added fifth section in particular focuses on Mayor Lori Lightfoot, with the film crew gaining surprising behind-the-scenes access, viewed sympathetically, becoming a central focus of the film, where this could easily be entitled The Lori Lightfoot Movie, offering her perspective on a number of issues, many of them unpopular, but seems guided by her own moral convictions, which is certainly an improvement upon the cynical political maneuvers of the past.  As a political novice, however, the question remains whether she really pulls the levers of power in a city that has always conducted business through backroom deals made by an old-boys club network of exclusive insiders.

Steve James has immersed himself in different subjects before, from the high school basketball exposé of Hoop Dreams (1994) to the biographical eulogy of legendary film critic Robert Ebert in Life Itself (2014).  Adapting a title from Nelson Algren whose biography is entitled Never a Lovely So Real, further revised by Chicago author Alex Kotlowitz in his 2004 book, Never a City So Real, Never a City So Real - Northwestern Now, which introduced various Chicago personalities.  James has worked with Kotlowitz before as the writer and co-producer of a small gem of a film, 2011 Top Ten Films of the Year #3 The Interrupters, which was based on his own New York Times exposé examining the root causes of Chicago gang violence, actually offering a surprising solution through an organization founded and run by a bunch of former gang members headed by Tio Hardiman (About Tio Hardiman – Violence Interrupters), who interceded before violence escalates, an effective means to reduce gang violence until program funding ceased when Hardiman was arrested on domestic battery charges in 2013, with escalating gang violence going through the roof since then, where a staggering amount of unending violence is largely confined to 10% of the city.  Using Chris Marker’s extended documentary Le Joli Mai (1963) as a model, one of the first examples of cinéma vérité to come out of France, James alters the style significantly by emphasizing the power of the television screen, which has to be shown at least 50 times in the film, as we see people gathered around a television screen in neighborhood barber shops, hair salons, bars and restaurants, and even in people’s homes.  Additional footage highlights LaQuan McDonald street protests occurring in different sections of the city, with indifferent northsiders around Wrigley Field describing them as a nuisance, yet some of the most vociferous demonstrations occur at City Hall just outside the city council chambers aimed at derailing Mayor Rahm Emanuel’s proposed $98 million dollar project to build a new police and fire training academy on the barren grounds of Chicago’s westside, basically shoved down their throats at the last minute, obviously with insufficient community input, as it was never planned to spur economic development, emphasizing that in Chicago the power lies with the developers and the investors, chosen, of course, by the mayor, bypassing an extremely demonstrative community voice advocating rejection, as anyone willing to put that amount of money on the table will receive support from the traditional Chicago power brokers, much as they have done in mayors and bygones past, with the proposal passing easily.  Similarly, among the last acts of Mayor Emanuel was to advance one of his pet projects, a $6 billion dollar Lincoln Yards development project (Lincoln Yards (development)), 50 acres of prime real estate between the Lincoln Park and Bucktown communities consisting of several 70-story high-rises that will include apartments, condos, office, retail, and entertainment, including a possible site for an Amazon headquarters (quickly rejected), while also requiring ugly giant-sized parking lots.  The question asked is whether the city wants to be a glossy international tourist destination, complete with eye-popping architecture, or a city of neighborhoods, with bars and taverns defining the coziness of a neighborhood feel.  Again, it’s the kind of deal with so much money on the line that it’s literally catnip for a city like Chicago, as they simply can’t say no to those astronomical numbers, despite their history of brokering bad deals, none more catastrophic than the infamous parking meter deal that was jammed through city council just before Christmas in 2008, leaving Chicago Screwed for 75 years - Daily Kos.   

Each segment is introduced by a giant city neighborhood map, identifying which neighborhood is being featured and where in the city it is located.  Early on, many of the candidates are introduced, offering a casualness and easy-going look behind the scenes, also the boxed formatted television reality view of things, using various news reports to comment upon their campaigns.  In Chicago, mayoral candidates are required to submit a petition with 12,500 valid registered voters’ signatures for their names to appear on the ballot, considerably more than New York, which requires 3,750, or Los Angeles only needing 500.  In order to reduce the field and distinguish one’s candidacy from others, it’s an old Chicago tradition to challenge weaker opponents by questioning the validity of the signatures.  This age-old process can be humiliating and demeaning, but it’s also effective.  Noteworthy was the response of Neal Sáles-Griffin, a young black tech start-up entrepreneur, whose mother was in tears when she learned her signature was deemed invalid.  Once a decision is made, there’s really no way to go back and reaffirm an invalid signature, no matter the evidence, as that’s simply the nature of the process which drags along at a snail’s pace, spending weekends and nights poring over signatures in addition to routine business hours.  Toni Preckwinkle is challenging both Lori Lightfoot and Susan Mendoza, where the frivolousness of the challenge is clearly evident, challenging each empty space or line, making petty references to pages that don’t exist.  Lightwood did not do signature overkill, just provided sufficient numbers, while others try to scare the others out of the waters with big numbers, creating an illusion that’s representative of their support.  Preckwinkle’s strategy backfires, with Lightfoot seizing upon the opportunity to turn her campaign around, generating plenty of publicity by prevailing in the challenge.  Enter Willie Wilson, a black business millionaire who likes to throw his money around as a means to persuade potential voters, but doesn’t call it buying votes, though clearly that’s what it is.  While there are suggestions that Wilson is actually a Republican, as he’s an ardent Trump supporter, he consistently receives black community support, yet he comes across as the most openly manipulative, seen handing out large sums of money to black churches, in effect buying their votes, while using disgraced leader Ricky Hendon as his campaign manager, a man with no ethical barriers whatsoever, leaving out that he is a former State Senator who was forced to resign due to his connection to a scam of fictitious federal grants that sent 7 others to jail, where his associates were charged with passing out $25,000 grants for after-school programs like they were candy.  Easily the most cynical political operator behind the scenes, ruffling feathers wherever he goes, a believer that everyone is corrupt, Hendon actually wrote a book in 2010 entitled Backstabbers, the Reality of Politics, where a reviewer describes him as The Clown Prince of Illinois Politics - The Beachwood Reporter.  Ricky “Hollywood” Hendon certainly comes across as the buffoon of Chicago politics, challenging the signatures of the other black men running against Wilson, where the back and forth sparring between Hendon and Black Lives Matter candidate Ja’Mal Green may be the comedy highlight of the film, with Hendon yapping that the BLM movement “follows dead bodies,” hiring white lawyers to make settlement deals in police misconduct claims, like ambulance chasers following accident sites to make a quick buck, while Green counters that Hendon is the expert on pursuing fraudulent grant money.  The still that follows afterwards may be the most poetically beautiful sequence in the entire film, a wordless montage set to the Christmas sounding jazz music of You've Changed YouTube (4:13) by the Ramsey Lewis Trio.

The film likes to contrast the north and southsides, where they may as well be lightyears apart or on different planets, with the northside completely dismissive of the southside, as if it is a haven of crime-infested gang activity and nothing more, where several people on the street had never even heard of LaQuan McDonald, with a community of privileged whites living their lives completely oblivious to the realities of a black community.  That white delusion is what prevents progress from happening, refusing to view race as an issue that affects white people, believing it only matters to blacks, and as soon as any black person expresses their views, it’s dismissed in its entirety as irrelevant to them, some erroneously describing it racist just for bringing it up.  This deep racial divide has only grown larger, with many entrenched whites growing irritated and hostile at the thought black lives should matter to them.  Simply put, they don’t.  Listening to typical barbershop banter, one from the black southside arguing passionately about what it means being black and one in nearly all-white Bridgeport, a haven for retired cops, where the tone couldn’t be more different, suggesting rioting is what always happens whenever one of “them” gets shot, most likely using the “N-word” off camera, with the cops routinely ridiculing black behavior through a position of white superiority, viewing blacks as an inferior species.  Yet the film also pays tribute to the Bud Billiken parade, a showpiece for southside dancers and marching bands, yet also Chicago politicians (Emanuel is heard getting booed), including a procession of floats, like Chicago’s answer to Mardi Gras, considered the largest black parade in America with a 90-year history.  One of the interesting voices comes from a black neighborhood pharmacy, with the proprietor recalling the days when the southside was filled with black-owned businesses, as it was a bustling part of a vibrant black economy, but all that’s gone now, leaving an economic void, replaced mostly by churches and liquor stores.  Outspoken black radio host Maze Jackson grows angry at the lucrative business surrounding so many black deaths, where activists settle for large sums of money with the Chicago police department, suggesting justice for wrongful police killings is handed out monetarily instead of establishing any legal precedent for holding the police accountable for their actions.  This is further amplified by one of the more assertive black female candidates, Dr. Amara Enyia, who holds a Master’s degree in education, a law degree, and a Ph.D. in education policy, supported by both Chance the Rapper and Kanye (another Trump supporter), making the claim there is $1.7 billion dollars in the city budget for police funding, 40% of the overall city funds, yet $113 million was spent to settle police misconduct claims, not just a sign of LaQuan McDonald, but years of refusing to implement the necessary reforms to mitigate the issue.  Former Vice-President Al Gore shows up in support of Bill Daley, yes, yet another member of the Daley clan, utterly clueless about existing racial strife, yet experienced in the business realm, but does the city really need another Daley?  As if on cue, we see the black employees at a southside restaurant named Daley’s (no relation), a 128-year old Greek diner in Woodlawn, considered Chicago’s oldest since 1892, with plenty of nostalgic photos on the wall of old Mayor Daley.  On a more personal note, a black female Lyft driver is featured, openly displaying a warm, gregarious personality, claiming she treats others the way she likes to be treated, but breaks into tears recalling that earlier in the day as she was waiting, not double parked, a man rudely calls her a “...stupid black bitch,” which really frightened her, especially when no one around told the man to show some respect, or leave the lady alone, an incident that has unfortunately repeated itself throughout the four years of the Trump presidency, each time leaving her devastated.  Former police superintendent Garry McCarthy is another announced candidate, the man who brought stop-and-frisk policing to Chicago, with the camera finding his family watching a debate from TV at home, having drinks, a family of middle-class whites repeatedly making derogatory racial comments, knowing they are on camera, yet still the offensive remarks never stop, blaming blacks for all the city’s woes, and for continually identifying racial conflicts and interjecting race into police shootings of young blacks, with a privileged white family describing that as racist, obviously dumbfounded over the meaning of the word, where it’s plain to see this man will never again get elected to any office in this city for the remainder of his life.  

The original 4-part series culminates with the election, where only 35% of the electorate came out to vote, a remarkably small number, one that would usually favor the Democratic machine candidate, or Toni Preckwinkle, now thoroughly entrenched in the bowels of the machine, a male-centric organization run by the old Irish guard, namely Mike Madigan, who’s been in politics since the days of Richard J. Daley, initially elected in 1971, where he is the longest-serving leader of any state or federal legislative body in the history of the United States, currently serving as the Speaker of the House and Chair of the Illinois Democratic Party for over twenty years, wielding more power than anyone else in the state, and that would include the governor, Chicago mayor and two United States Senators, as his political war chest is siphoned off to various candidates in need, so nearly everyone at one time or another is beholden to him, where he’s viewed much like a Godfather, an old Mafioso figure who’s got his hand on every business venture across the state, where nothing happens without his approval.  A recent corruption investigation hasn’t slowed him down, where he operates in near stealth mode.  Another variation of that is the crusty old alderman from the 14th Ward since the late 60’s, Ed Burke, the longest serving alderman in Chicago history, chairman of the coveted Finance Committee for nearly 35-years, recently forced to resign his chairman’s position due to federal corruption charges from attempted extortion for allegedly using his political office to drive business to his law firm, yet that didn’t stop him from getting reelected.  Dapperly dressed in his fedora hat and pin-striped suit, these two men resemble mafia types, as they’ve been entrenched at the center of Chicago politics for literally half a century, and they’re still at it.  Once a proclaimed reformer from an independent Hyde Park ward, Toni Preckwinkle has served as the Chair of the Cook County Board for the past decade, a prestigious and powerful position that makes her a political insider, beholden to both Madigan and Burke, joined at the hip, despite claims of independence, which at this stage in her career is a farce, as she’s sold her soul to the power brokers.  She was the heavy favorite going into the election, remaining at the top of the polls throughout the campaign, yet she is a terrible campaigner, unable to think on her feet, clumsily reading from her notes, making little eye contact or interacting with the public, surprised by a late surge from Lori Lightfoot who ended up winning by a small percentage, with the top two facing each other in a run-off election a month later, with Lightfoot winning 73% of the vote, the first openly lesbian black woman to hold such a prestigious position in America, turning the election into some historical significance.  Almost immediately, however, Lightfoot came under fire, as the Covid health pandemic eviscerates Chicago businesses, forcing many to close down for months, some permanently, losing massive revenues, which resulted in making unpopular decisions.  Further exacerbating the times was the police murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis, provoking protest demonstrations around the world, where Chicago was no exception, where it has been a summer of marches and demonstrations, most of them peaceful, but occasionally anarchist groups disguise themselves as peaceful protesters, initiating skirmishes intent on attacking the police, creating violent melees resulting in multiple arrests with many sent to the hospital.  While defund-the-police movements are alive and well in Minneapolis, New York, and Los Angeles, that’s not happening here in Chicago.  The public across the country was initially sympathetic for this expression of racial solidarity with the Black Lives Matter movement, but protests in major cities have been undermined by hidden pockets of infiltrated criminal intent, which have soiled the reputation of the protesters.  At the time of filming (summer of 2020), many businesses seen earlier had shut down, including both barber shops, while 70% of Covid deaths in Chicago were attributed to black residents, an overwhelmingly disproportionate number, as currently blacks comprise only 30% of the city population.  It’s a disheartening statistic, but one that points to the segregated area of the city with the fewest hospitals and the least amount of health care services.  On the radio, Maze Jackson’s blisteringly negative comments on Lightfoot were denigrating and nonstop, actually getting him kicked off the radio network, going rogue and broadcasting from his own unidentified subterranean bunker.  Particularly enlightening was the female staff member working with him who was interviewed at length, claiming she really admires Lightfoot, believing Maze may go too far in his critique, but she enjoys the way he attacks the entire system, as an overhaul of major proportions is needed.  The finale reveals two pre-teenage black girls in their backyard singing Giants, by Ella Henderson, Ella Henderson - Giants - Lyrics [ HD ] - YouTube (3:46), a white UK singer, loving the way they connect to the meaning of the lyric, and loving that conversation they are having with a previously seen black barber now cutting a young boy’s hair outside, with the girls claiming they already have a trademark, GLUTO, Girls Like Us Take Over, suggesting women are ruling the world, so stand aside and get used to it, a sentiment that felt heaven sent.