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Coates writes: "While it is hard for all women in Hollywood, it is particularly hard for black women, and even harder for black women who share the dark skin, broad nose and full lips of Nina Simone. This fact is not separable from this country's racist history, nor is the notion of 'darkening up' a lighter skinned black person."

Nina Simone. (photo: AP)
Nina Simone. (photo: AP)


Nina Simone's Face

By Ta-Nehisi Coates, The Atlantic

20 March 16

 

The upcoming biopic about the singer proves that the world still isn’t ready to tell her story.

hen I was a kid, I knew what the worst parts of me were—my hair and my mouth. My hair was nappy. My lips were big. Nearly every kid around me knew something similar of themselves because nearly every one of us had some sort of physical defect—dark skin, nappy hair, broad nose, full lips—that opened us up to ridicule from one another. That each of these “defects” were representative of all the Africa that ran through us was never lost on anyone. “Africa” was an insult—African bush-boogie, African bootie-scratcher etc. Ethiopian famine jokes were all the rage back then.

Did we want to be white? I don’t think so. We didn’t want to look like Rob Lowe or Madonna. We hated and mocked Michael Jackson’s aesthetic changes as viciously as we mocked each other. What we wanted was to be on the right end of the paper bag tests. We wanted hazel eyes. We wanted wavy hair. I had neither hazel eyes nor wavy hair. But I also didn’t suffer in the same way that I saw other kids around me suffer. I was not dark-skinned. And, more importantly, I was not a girl.

Even back then I somehow knew that it was a boy’s prerogative to be handsome or not in a way that it wasn’t a girl’s prerogative to be pretty or not. Boys had so many other ways of scaling the social ladder—humor, a killer jump-shot, or a reputation for violence—that were unavailable to girls. As I got older, I understood that this wasn’t merely a mark of West Baltimore, but of something grander. Biggie’s “One More Chance” was an ode to this distinctly masculine advantage:

Heartthrob never, black and ugly as ever
However, I stay Coogi down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks
And my jam knocks...

Never has “however” been used to greater effect. There was no “however” for a girl deemed “black and ugly.” There were no female analogues to Biggie. “However” was a bright line dividing the limited social rights of women from the relatively expansive social rights of men.

I played a lot of Nina Simone in college. I play a lot of Nina Simone now. But I have always known that Nina Simone means something more to the black women around me than she does to me. Furthermore, I have always known that Nina Simone means something much more to a specific kind of black woman than she ever can for me. Simone was in possession of nearly every feature that we denigrated as children. And yet somehow she willed herself into a goddess.

Simone was able to conjure glamour in spite of everything the world said about black women who looked like her. And for that she enjoyed a special place in the pantheon of resistance. That fact doesn’t just have to do with her lyrics or her musicianship, but also how she looked. Simone is something more than a female Bob Marley. It is not simply the voice: It is the world that made that voice, all the hurt and pain of denigration, forged into something otherworldly. That voice, inevitably, calls us to look at Nina Simone’s face, and for a brief moment, understand that the hate we felt, that the mockery we dispensed, was unnatural, was the fruit of conjurations and the shadow of plunder. We look at Nina Simone’s face and the lie is exposed and we are shamed. We look at Nina Simone’s face and a terrible truth comes into view—there was nothing wrong with her. But there is something deeply wrong with us.

We are being told that Nina Simone’s face bears no real import on the new eponymous movie about her life, starring Zoe Saldana. “The most important thing,” said Robert Johnson, whose studio is releasing Nina, “is that creativity or quality of performance should never be judged on the basis of color, or ethnicity, or physical likeness.” This is obviously false. Saldana could be the greatest thespian of her time, but no one would consider casting her as Marilyn Monroe. Indeed Nina’s producers have gone to great ends—tragicomic ends—to invoke Nina Simone’s face, darkening Saldana’s skin, adorning her with prosthetics. Neither the term blackface nor brownface is entirely appropriate here. We are not so much talking about deliberate mockery as something much more insidious.

It’s difficult to subtract the choice to cast Saldana from the economics of Hollywood—Saldana is seen as bankable in a way that other black women in her field are not. It’s equally difficult to ignore the fact that, while it is hard for all women in Hollywood, it is particularly hard for black women, and even harder for black women who share the dark skin, broad nose and full lips of Nina Simone. This fact is not separable from this country’s racist history, nor is the notion of “darkening up” a lighter skinned black person. Producers did it to Fredi Washington in Emperor Jones. They did it to Carmen de Lavallade in Lydia Bailey. (The make-up was called “Negro Number Two.”) They did it because they wanted to use the aura of blackness while evading the social realities of blackness. It’s possible that the producers were not, themselves, personally racist. This has no bearing whatsoever on anything. In America, racism is a default setting. To do nothing, to go along with the market, to claim innocence or neutrality, is to inevitably be a cog in the machine of racist hierarchy.

The producers of Nina are the heirs of this history—not personal racists, but cogs. Jezebel’s Kara Brown researched the team behind Nina. It is almost entirely white. Doubtless, these are good, non-racist people—but not good enough. No one on the team seems to understand the absurdity at hand—making a movie about Nina Simone while operating within the very same machinery that caused Simone so much agony in the first place. I do not mean to be personally harsh here. I am not trying to hurt people. But there is something deeply shameful—and hurtful—in the fact that even today a young Nina Simone would have a hard time being cast in her own biopic. In this sense, the creation of Nina is not a neutral act. It is part of the problem.

It’s here that the term “appropriation” bears some usage. We’re not talking about someone inspired by the deeper lessons of Simone’s life and her music. We are talking about people who think it’s fine to profit off her music while heedlessly contributing to the kind of pain that brought that music into being. To acknowledge that pain, to consider it in casting, would be inconvenient—as anti-racist action always is. It would mean giving an opportunity to someone who’s actively experienced the kind of pain that plagued Simone. That would doubtlessly mean a diminished chance at garnering funds for such a film. And that, in turn, would court years of delays and the possibility of the film never coming into being. That would be unfortunate—but less so for Nina Simone than for the agents who feel themselves entitled to profit her story.

Saldana has said that others actors who better resembled Simone passed on the role, and that she herself declined it for a year. But in the end she felt that Simone’s story “deserved to be told.” The sentiment is understandable. But the very fact that there’s such a shallow pool of actors who look like Simone is not a non-racist excuse, but a sign of racism itself—the same racism that plagued Nina Simone. Being conscious of that racism means facing the possibility of Simone’s story never being told. That is not the tragedy. The tragedy is that we live in a world that is not ready for that story to be told. The release of Nina does not challenge this fact. It reifies it.

Cynthia Mort, the film’s director, has pleaded with us to see the film before judging. Indeed, it’s dangerous to draw conclusions about the quality of a film before seeing it. But there is nothing that precludes a masterwork from proceeding on racist grounds. The early Rocky films are great. They also affirm the racist dream of the scrappy white guy, up against the mouthy buck who talks too much. Both things can be true. Nothing about the quality of Nina can actually counter the problems inherent in its very inception. Perhaps more importantly, in some deep way, black women have already seen Mort’s film. Indeed they’ve been seeing it all their lives.


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+2 # JJS 2016-03-20 16:17
"Four Women"
Then
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSU5n7MElxw&ebc=ANyPxKoHsVecZcGqzMvSGyberHE3idjFZtrdN630W4vYRZruSGEUQkUvZRFRFUrxDLTQ5ccG5chk

and now-ish
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nf9Bj1CXPH8

Great Song.
 
 
+2 # JJS 2016-03-21 17:08
FYI the Lyrics
"Four Women"

My skin is black
My arms are long
My hair is woolly
My back is strong
Strong enough to take the pain
inflicted again and again
What do they call me
My name is AUNT SARAH
My name is Aunt Sarah


My skin is yellow
My hair is long
Between two worlds
I do belong
My father was rich and white
He forced my mother late one night
What do they call me
My name is SAFFRONIA
My name is Saffronia


My skin is tan
My hair is fine
My hips invite you
my mouth like wine
Whose little girl am I?
Anyone who has money to buy
What do they call me
My name is SWEET THING
My name is Sweet Thing


My skin is brown
my manner is tough
I'll kill the first mother I see
my life has been too rough
I'm awfully bitter these days
because my parents were slaves
What do they call me
My name is PEACHES
 
 
+6 # dotlady 2016-03-20 22:55
Unclear whether the author has actually seen the film or knows the true motives of the producers - such philosophizing should perhaps be withheld until he has. A story told in some fashion close to the truth can open the way for a deeper revelation in the future. People in this racist society are tough nuts to crack - empathy only jumps the "alien" boundary when people of one race get close to people from another, through working with them or through music or art, and start to see and feel what their lives are like.
 
 
-3 # RLF 2016-03-21 06:55
"Doubtless, these are good, non-racist people—but not good enough."

The latest fashion of guys like Coates of denigrating people who are anti-racist, to suggest that it is never enough. That being imperfect in approach is as bad as overt racism is a slap in the face to all of those of us that try to be better people and I suggest that Coates look into his own and his community racism. I recently saw an all black orchestra...wha t if white players created an orchestra where no african americans or latinos were invited to audition...we all know what that is called and the dark skin/light skin prejudice seems to be a thing from their own community. I'm not suggesting there should be no affirmative programs for our minority communities but if those programs are not perfect they must still be credited or the risk is to alienate the community working to make things better. If there is no way to make you happy, Coates, why bother?
 
 
+4 # fletch1165 2016-03-21 07:58
Those are not defects. They are genetic advantages. You can see the truth and cannot easily be manipulated by the corrupt and greedy filth that lead this country down the drain to the racist cess pool they fester.
 
 
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+4 # lauriemag@icloud.com 2016-03-21 13:07
When I read that a woman without the African facial features and blackness that Nina Simone possessed, I had a gut feeling that this was more racism in action. I agree completely with Coates that the producers should have continued to work at finding an actress that would make Nina proud and more honestly and accurately portray her. Our society makes value judgements on appearance - much to our detriment, but we do. I appreciate that Coates has written a clear argument and analysis of the situation. Nina exemplified "Black is Beautiful" in her more triumphant times. Coates is simply saying that by hiring a more white-looking actress, it's an affront to the aforementioned motto that our American culture is still far from embracing. It may well prove to be a positive that the film is made - so that more people become familiar with Nina Simone's music and herstory, but I will have to accept that part of the film is a lie. The actress's appearance should shout to the world that Black is Beautiful (and talented) - not "We couldn't find any talented African - looking actresses."
 
 
0 # JJS 2016-03-21 17:03
Quoting lauriemag@icloud.com:
Nina exemplified "Black is Beautiful" in her more triumphant times.

Yes she did, in word, deed and presence but she also knew the spectrum of "Beautiful Black" women encompassed the "Black", the "Yellow", the "Tan", and the "Brown".
US culture has come a long way from the one drop rule. However we have not gotten past the "White-alright, Brown-stick around, Black-get back" racism. The actress who plays Nina will be representative of Nina, not Nina herself. But she is Black, she is beautiful and she has, for sure, experienced and understands the pain of discrimination based on race and being female.
Coates realizes that it is the later he cannot relate to.
 
 
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0 # RLF 2016-03-22 06:20
"Our society makes value judgements on appearance"

I think you make the salient point here...that Hollywood puts pretty women in almost every role and that is what the public buys because they have been trained to be shallow.
 
 
0 # Citizen Mike 2016-03-21 20:08
He says:

"In America, racism is a default setting."

He's nailed it, a most significant statement.
 
 
0 # QueenBee62 2016-03-25 13:43
That a light-skinned Black actress is required to darken her face for her role as Nina Simone is an affront to everything Simone stood for. Yes, she recognized the beauty of all Black women, regardless of skin tone, as beautiful. But I don't buy that a dark-skinned Black actress can't be found to portray Simone. Give me a break!
 
 
0 # NAVYVET 2016-03-27 23:51
I agree that a look-alike actress would have been more to my liking, too. You need to know that I am about 90% European, the rest Shawnee, and my dad's pale Irish skin was nothing but a handicap growing up in sun-blasted Florida and I grew to hate it. I've had one squamous cell facial cancer and multiple actinic keratoses from this damnable complexion.

African history, culture, music, architecture, fabric and especially people have fascinated me since age 13 (I'm now 80), learned the Sesotho language, still collect art books, music, especially jazz, and somewhere in my 30s or 40s I saw a photo of Nina Simone's high school graduation picture & immediately realized why white movie actresses get the fullness of their lips enlarged! Simone's dark skin, broad smile, beautiful eyes and perfect African nose must have dominated that yearbook. She was incredibly beautiful. Her face radiated high intelligence. I already knew the story of her totally racist rejection from Curtis Institute and, like others who loved her music, regretted losing a classical piano prodigy but was glad to have gained her jazz piano, lyrics and songs. Years later, she died just before claiming an honorary degree offered her by Curtis, and I was again infuriated at the school's gall. Of course she deserved it, but she deserved so much more from them. I'd been hoping she'd take it and tear it up in public, right there, or spit on it, but she never got the chance.
 

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