As I sit in the moonlight and look out at the stars, I realize that Moonlight was not only the best film of this year it was a great film about the past century. This independent film was the proverbial little engine that could and did run up a hill making one of the most impressive climbs in cinematic history. Not since Perry Henzell’s tour de force “The Harder They Come” in 1972 has a film made such an impact on me, but not for the same reasons. The earlier film gave voice to the demise and iconic rise of the African male spirit, brilliantly voiced by Jimmy Cliff, but Moonlight’s archetypal lead was universal.
Chiron taken from the great humanitarian centaur of Greek history is also the name of the planet of wounding. When we humans as a whole need to go within and clear out the old emotional debris this planet is probably present somewhere in your chart. It is worthy of as much fear and admiration as the infamous Saturn’s return that only happens every 28 years to make sure you are indeed evolving up the evolutionary ladder. But when Chiron comes it makes sure we grow as a species.
Moonlight ‘s main theme and warning was every human soul needs and deserves the stage of innocence. Without the stage of pure, safe delight when using one’s imagination we condemn the human spirit to institutionalized behavior. We tame a dog that never got to run and imprison their souls in a cage before their minds can even imagine a different existence. Nor was it about homosexuality for in my heart Chiron was a virgin in every sense of the word.
I recently was given the title of caretaker to two of the most beautiful and sensitive Black males ever and I failed them. I could not return the years the institutions had taken from them. They were sent out into a world believing they could be the next pop star or president, and that hard work gave returns. And they walked out the door and someone said, “Niggah, please. That’s bullshit.” To be followed by “On your knees nigger. Hands behind your back.” And they returned home broken and screaming, “You raised us wrong.”
However that this epidemic of emotional genocide was filmed using the Black man’s journey is almost unessential to the plot because this is happening worldwide. Everywhere I go the age of innocence is being stolen from children. It is worse than slavery or human trafficking it is soul-stealing. How do you give back someone’s soul? I don’t know. What I do know is we had better damn find out how.