I was tired, y’all.

Tired of reading reviews of black movies that didn’t resonate with me from my perspective.

Tired of reading that racial humor is not funny when to me it’s hilarious.

Tired of reading reviews of black movies from reviewer’s that don’t get nor value the sensibility of the movie or its creators.

Tired of not having access to what black reviewer’s think of the movies that I go to.

A few years ago I went to see Meet the Blacks with my family. I didn’t read any reviews before seeing the film and laughed so hard throughout the movie that by the time the credits rolled I felt like I’d just completed a full ab workout at the gym. When I got home I decided to see what others were saying about this flawed but totally enjoyable piece of art.

They trashed it.

All of them.

In IMDB it was the lowest rated film on the entire site. None of the reviewers saw the same movie I saw. None of them were black. From views on politics to views on police brutality to views on race relations, black people see things very differently than does the establishment. So, too, with films and art.

Like I said, I was tired. And when I finally got tired of shaking my fist at the sun, I decided to build an awning…with theatre seating, for my peeps. Enjoy.