by Bob McNeil
All through my childhood’s duration, I sought animated TV shows about superheroes. Far away from dictatorial family members, teachers and fellow students, I let my eyes marry cartoons. Whichever problem pursued me as a Black child was resolved between toy and cereal commercials. While wearing underwear outside of their pants, caped superheroes handled every issue.
At my present age, I no longer require costumed heroes; however, the need for them in society remains. Since the world is still a large and confusing place, children will always need righteous titans. These characters give young people a hyperbolized conception of growth and strength. Comic books, cartoons and certain movies know that children are intimidated by our planet’s ways. Hence, these various industries issue out hope for kids.
If a character is unusual, young people will embrace it. Consider, if you will, these bizarre alpha males. After he was sent to another planet, a Kryptonian child became a Superman. Each time Billy Batson utters an enchanted word, he turns into Captain Marvel. Speaking of ranks, a rather scrawny private Steve Rogers, thanks to taking a scientific formula, winds up being Captain America.
Understand this, to propagate confidence, our next generation must have more diverse heroes. When I was an adolescent person, there were very few Black super humans. With each subsequent year, we will require heroic brothers and sisters. They will provide picturesque propaganda that our children will need for their fortitude.
Cartoonists, writers, directors and producers of African descent, let our children know about wondrousness self-respect. Your creativity can draw warriors who can trounce doubt. Let your minds marry this cause and it will birth goodness.
“Bob’s use of personification and metaphor, muckrakes the status quo into a defensive posture; his words of agitation set the right tone, for other things to come.”– Bruce George, Co-Founder of Def Poetry Jam