I, like many of you, watched in complete horror as a cable network debuted yet another reality drama based on black life as it purportedly unfolds in the ATL. I will refrain from mentioning the name of this show because if you saw it then you already know what I'm referring to and if you didn't then I do not wish to entice or encourage you to seek it out. In fact, the more that I reflect on my feelings about what I witnessed Monday evening, the more I realize that my disgust lies not just with that particular show alone, but with the way that the city which was once a symbol of black progress is now being portrayed in the media as a whole.
Series after series I have watched with great chagrin as popular reality TV franchises select the jewel of the south to lift the veil of mystique behind the city's affluent and create what ultimately amounts to a ratings bonanza for the networks and a cash windfall for the producers.
Time after time, executive producers from L.A. and New York, where I currently reside- bring their camera crews and A/V techs into our city to create what inevitably amounts to the Jerry Springer equivalent of the franchise's northern counterparts. A series that historically featured the diamond encrusted lives of wealthy spouses debuted an Atlanta version of the series where the wealth was elusive and spouses were no longer a requirement. More recently, a show about popular entertainers and the women who love them premiered an Atlanta-based installment where the term popular was subjective and women suggested that other women should be put "on the track," a prostitution reference that is particularly damaging for a city that is already noted for being one of the largest hubs for child sex trafficking in the world. To put it mildly I was offended. To state I plainly, I was aghast.
How is it that a city which was once the crowning jewel in the story of black America has allowed itself to be positioned as the melting pot of black affliction? The Atlanta that I knew and grew up in was one of great pride and self-respect. Our achievements were known across the globe, as people from far and wide would often respond, "Wow, I hear that black people are really doing their thing down there," when I would tell them I'm from Atlanta. Today that assertion is often met with "Yoooo....I hear Atlanta's got them bangin' strip clubs." ...Really?!?
So for those who seem to have forgotten who we really are, I'd like to offer a brief REALITY check on the Real Black People of Atlanta:
If you'd like to make a reality show about prominent housewives, I'd suggest doing a retrospective on the wife of Alonzo Herndon- a former slave turned businessman who went on to found the Atlanta Life Insurance Company, became the city's largest black property owner by 1900, and made history as Atlanta's first black millionaire. His first wife's name was Adrienne Herndon and she was a teacher at Atlanta University. I'm no screen writer, but it seems to me that being the wife of a "new negro" in a post slavery south would be wrought with drama and ratings drivers.
Looking for something more current? Sure. How about doing a docu-series on the Russell wives? We could call it "Love and Hard Hats." Herman J. Russell successfully built one of the nation's most profitable minority-owned business empires whose construction and real estate projects include the famed Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport, the Georgia Dome, Phillips Arena, and Turner Field. Lovette Twyman Russell, wife of the company's current CEO, Michael Russell, is stylish, sassy, and savvy. I've never met her, but I'd bet she's brimming with reality-worthy one-liners and sound bites.
If music shows are more your speed, I'd think that the hometown of LaFace Records, the 1989 music start-up that led Atlanta to be dubbed the "New Motown" and gave the world such iconic acts as Outkast, Toni Braxton, Usher, TLC, Goodie Mob, and Pink would be overrun with stories about making it in hip hop without cringe worthy commentary about feminine hygiene product usage and an entire cast of beautiful, distressed women fighting to stay in relationships with disinterested men.
I'm not going to digress into a history lesson on the great African-Americans that call Atlanta home--although I could easily do so since we boast such historically significant and societal shifting institutions as the nation's largest consortium of African-Americans in higher education- the Atlanta University Center, Ebenezer Baptist Church, the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, the Apex Museum, Atlanta Daily World- the oldest African-American daily newspaper still in circulation, and the Sweet Auburn Historic District- the incubator for early black entrepreneurship and the southern hotspot for the likes of Cab Calloway and Duke Ellington.
My point is only that the city that has had an uninterrupted succession of black mayors since 1974, beginning with the first black mayor of a major southern city, Maynard Jackson, to present mayor Kasim Reed, and the city that birthed Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and gave rise to the likes of W.E.B. DuBois, Booker T. Washington, baseball great Hank Aaron and modern day mogul Tyler Perry doesn't have to settle for being the butt of any reality franchise's humiliating and reputation-damaging joke.
Our REALITY is progressive, proud, prestigious, and prominent. No, it is not squeaky clean, but it is not an eye sore in the American tapestry either. We as Atlantans, black Atlantans, the Real Black People of Atlanta, whether we currently reside there or benefitted from its nurturing for only finite periods of our lives, should no longer sit by and allow our city's rich legacy--our race's rich legacy--to be marred in the name of discount entertainment.
The Website of the National Registry says it best:
"the story of the largest southern city can be told through the experiences of its largest ethnic minority."
What do the stories in these new crop of so-called reality shows tell our children, our nation, the world about us?
That Georgia peach that appears at the end of these shows is rotten. It is time that we come together to throw it out. Exactly how we go about that task remains unclear but if there is anything that our legacy teaches us, it is that we truly can accomplish anything.
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O. Terrell- Grady Baby- Decatur HS - Morehouse College '97
In all of the above mentioned shows, white people are portrayed as catty, manipulative, greedy, self centered, liars, cheaters, dead beat dads, pretentious, living one paycheck shy of poverty and willing to do anything for fame. How is that different from what is seen on black reality shows? How is Flavor of Love or I love NY different from Bret Micheal's Rock of Love?
Though some people may choose to believe that only African American reality shows portrays wild and controversial behaviors, I believe that those people would choose to not see anything positive about African Americans in any light. In my opinion, American reality television shows run the gambit of being wholly ridiculous to sometimes being very interesting and informative.
To choose to only see the ridiculousness of it all, only when it applies to African American in my opinion is to be picking at straws.
However, the principal difference is that at the end of the day, when the cameras stop rolling, is that the white women were born into a society that generally affords them far more privilege than there African American counterparts. So, while the debased attitudes and antics of the white and African American reality stars may be the same there is a wide disparity in the real world that favors middle class and higher status white women.
The historically maligned image and character of African Americans can do without any further illumination no matter how contrived or "wholly ridiculous" it may appear.
By the way, "very interesting and informative" non-serialized 1-2 hour TV exposes about real life existed decades before the recent "reality TV" catch phrase and SERIES became the new opiate of the masses. There is an easily discernible and hence profound difference between the latter and the former.
Shows like these reality shows are being watched. The negative and the positive ones. I find all of them unnecessary. Why do you need to know what Tia and Tamera or Mary Mary are doing? Live your own freaking life. My life is sufficient for me. I do not need to take time out of my day, sit on the couch and watch SOMEONE ELSE live their life... ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
You want drama and something scary to watch? Go to a Board of Education meeting and see what distress the education system is in and how the students of Atlanta, especially those in the lower income areas.
I completely agree with what Kelly is saying. Please promote the real Atlanta.
Times in ATL certainly have changed, well at least where white mainstream media/entertainment execs and producers are concerned. Garbage in...Garbage out!
The external benefits of his fully realized artistic endeavors are that they provide mass numbers of African American audience members with entertainment of a casual and sometimes more self-reflective nature.
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