I Just Wanted to Take in a Weekend Movie
Ahhh, it’s the weekend. And, as we so often do on weekends, I had planned to take in a movie with my teenage kids. Although I need to confess I have not read the book, I was planning to take the kids to see “The Help.” Now, please afford me a little prologue, which some might actually call digression. Either way, bear with me.
It’s been a powerful year for my kids, as our nation commemorates the 50th anniversary of America’s Civil Rights movement. Through the programming here at the Freedom Center, my three teenagers have had the privilege of meeting and hearing the inspirational first-hand accounts of human rights activists, such as Freedom Riders Betty Daniels Rosemond and Dr. David Fankhauser; the daughter of Malcolm X, Ilyasah Shabazz; the Honorable Nathaniel R. Jones, retired U.S. Circuit Court Judge; and, Little Rock Nine member Carlotta walls LaNier. I may be a bit biased, given my position, but I dare say these up-close and personal encounters are far richer than any classroom could offer. I like to believe these opportunities supplement what my children are learning in school. Sometimes, however, I feel they may actually supercede the classroom instruction. But back to my point.
I thought seeing “The Help” would make for a nice family night out and would, much like “To Kill a Mockingbird,” shed additional light on our nation’s struggles with segregation. But it seems I may have hoped for too much. A friend of mine has just shared this link to film critic Alyssa Rosenberg’s review of “The Help”
Yikes! I’m taking from this then that “The Help” is a far cry from “To Kill a Mockingbird?” In fact, Rosenberg even makes reference to Harper Lee’s classic as she takes a swipe at “The Help” and its character Skeeter. “While Skeeter may have Richard Wright’s Native Son and Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird in her bedroom in Mississippi,” Rosenberg says, “The Help” is “a pastel ghost of those predecessors.”
So, am I now, as a Freedom Center Blogger attempting to pass myself off as a movie critic? Heavens, no, especially since I haven’t seen the film yet. Will I still see this film? Absolutely. And, do I still plan to take my kids? You bet! But thanks to the friendly sharing of this review, I’ll view this film a bit more carefully, if not critically. And you can be certain that afterward there’ll be a meaningful family discussion about the danger in white-washing ugly realities “lest history repeat itself.”
Planning to take in this film? Feel free to share your thoughts.





The subject would be remarkable enough if the family were from a Southern state of the old Confederacy. But the family in “Traces of the Trade” is from Rhode Island — in the heart of New England — and in fact was purported to operate the largest slave trading business in American history.