A Day Later, What's On My Mind Is Still


That Chadwick Boseman died.  He'd been battling cancer while he made his last four or five movies.  While he made Black Panther.  I was trying to think of another celebrity death that seemed so sudden, from our perspective, and I thought about the guy who played Chekov in the new Star Trek movies gettin' crushed by his SUV.  And that was "wow."  This is "what."

This feels different and I don't know why.  I thought about Kobe - but I don't know basketball all that well - but that felt sudden too.  This feels different than that too, though.  This feels like a thousand doors to worlds we never knew existed have all been shut, and can never be opened.  

Maybe because 2020 has been such a searing explosion of the visibility of black pain, and he's black, but that didn't feel like all of it, either.  Chadwick Boseman is Black Panther, but to me he was James Brown first.  To others he was Jackie Robinson.  I was thinking, this morning, that it might be that, or it might be that he really seemed to be such a good example of a life lived well.  I watched his SNL episode just last week.  He was fucking awesome.  Chadwick Boseman did a good job of being human - an enviable job, from my point of view. And I saw an Associated Press tweet today that I thought put it in perspective really, really well. 

We knew him for playing public men battling private demons.  To learn that he was one, while not succumbing to fear or anger, but instead molding himself into a symbol of strength for others to take courage from... holy fuck.  

What a guy.  He pretended to be icons, did it so well and lived a life so worthy, he became one.   

Chadwick Boseman.  You did it right.  

There's a lady I follow on Twitter who asked her followers to send her pics of kids dressing up as T'Challa.  And yeah. 


























Rest in power.

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