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The movie is brilliant. They didn’t leave a stone unturned.

Ok not only that! but! I’m feeling like the reason why N’jobu wasn’t in Wakanda in the ancestral plane is because 1. he wasn’t buried the right way, (if you remember several times throughout the movie, the burial process is mentioned to be extremely sacred and important), and 2. because N’jobu hadn’t died in Wakanda.

This was another reason to point out what Erik and his father were talking about being lost and away from their home. Because N’jobu would never go home, in his former life and the next, he’d always be trapped, forever lost from finding his home

^^this gave me chills.

I also thought it could be relationship to how black men in America encouraged to not show emotions, not cry or hug, as they make it seem to show a since of weakness.

When N’jobu asked Erik,” No tears for me?” You could see how Erik was holding back tears and just left it as,” the world is hard, men don’t have the chance to cry” in so many words.

I really almost cried because he could finally see his father and they didn’t share a tender embrace as T’Chaka and T’Challa..

☝damn, NOW I’M CRYING AGAIN 😭😭😭

They didn’t hug because Killmonger’s father was disappointed, both in himself and in his son. And yes because toxic masculinity defines our society.

T’Chaka was proud of his son because T’Challa was a good man despite T’Chaka’s mistakes. N’jobu failed his son utterly and completely. He was estranged from Wakanda and so, in turn, was his son.

It was a beautiful scene, full of regret and the ways in which the mistakes of the past can be visited on present generations. The scene was supposed to be our clue that Killmonger was not going to be king. He was not a product of Wakanda. He was a product of that sad, angry room with both the guns and the history hidden behind a painting on the wall.

He was a product of a hidden history and a violent society. So that is where he went, and that is where he met his father forever trapped by the mistakes of men who could not see beyond their own needs. T’Chaka, his need to protect his vision of himself and Wakanda and N’jobu, his need to heal the world by defying his King and country.

The thread running through Black Panther is estrangement. It is the stylised story of a people whose history has been hidden for far too long. It is the story of a people estranged from themselves and their history. It is the story of the Diaspora. It is also a story of choice. We, the Diaspora, choose every day and in every minute our response to that estrangement. Are we defined by the wrongs visited upon us as a people? Do we hold the anger in? Do we explode? Do we make people pay for the hurt, the pain, the indignities? Will we be Killmongers?

Will we meet our ancestors in the sad, dark places of our pain?

That was one of the points of that scene. Erik Killmonger met his father in the sad, dark place of his pain.

I hope that the original cut has another scene. One in which Erik Killmonger joins his ancestors in Wakanda, because in the moments before his death he got it. He finally became a child of Wakanda. He would have freed himself and his father from those chains.

I mean look at how that scene began. Erik learned his history by finding it in the hidden place. His father wanted him to find it, but that is not how you teach children their history. You hold them in your lap and say this is who we are. You tell them stories. You take them home.

Ryan Coogler is trying to show us in a few scenes what estrangement means. What being cutoff from your history means. You are not supposed to find it in a cutout behind a painting sitting next to the guns. And that wasn’t his fault. Other people made bad choices. A society made bad choices and he paid for their bad choices with his soul.

But then there comes a point when you choose who you will be, despite the bad choices that formed you. Killmonger made the correct choice in the end, or at least the only choice he could have made.

His story is heartbreaking. It is Shakespearean. He is the first beautiful villain in the MCU, and I adore his story.

Black Panther is such and complex and compelling story with such rich text and undertones and themes that I’m thoroughly convinced that we’ll be discussing its meaning for, possibly years to come.

Another thing I love that I’ve probably already mentioned on here is how T’Challa woke up the second time with his back turned on his ancestors symbolizing he was turning his back on their old ways. The symbolism running through the entire movie is intense.

imo any scene where Erik joins his Wakandan ancestors would ring false to me. He specifically rejects Wakandan burial rites, asking instead to be buried at sea like his ancestors. Wakanda is a landlocked country, so whatever their rites, they won’t ever include a burial at sea. That choice alienates him one final time from Wakanda, and explicitly aligns him with the African diaspora instead of his Wakandan heritage. Which is probably also symbolic because he can probably trace his Wakandan ancestry back centuries if not millennia, but we don’t even know his mother’s name. She’s just another nameless, faceless black woman sadly unmoored from her own history due to the violence of the slave trade.

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Almost forgot I wanted to post this March doodle request sooner rather than later~ A patron requested some of the guys from Black Panther, so I drew the AU where Erik gets to grow up in Wakanda with his family ;w;

Also imagining Erik tries to get them all into Dragonball and Naruto and Shuri is like “this is neat but why aren’t there more girls in the fights” and T’challa is just like “????? I don’t understand any of what I’m seeing”

I drew inspiration from murals in Oakland for the background; 3rd one down is my particular ref: https://www.visitoakland.com/blog/post/the-most-hella-awesome-oakland-street-murals-part-1/

jinlinli:

y’know i lowkey headcanon that killmonger didnt really believe wakanda existed until the night his dad was killed. just hear me out.

erik’s a smart kid, and he’s around the age when kids start doubting the stories their parents tell them. things like santa claus and the easter bunny, they start realizing that’s stuff their parents say to make the world feel more wonderful and magical. 

so imagine little erik listening to his dad telling him about a secret african nation where eating a glowing flower gives you superpowers, people can fly around in invisible planes, and the king dresses up like a cat to fight bad guys. it’s a country where erik’s a prince and his uncle is a king. a country that every encyclopedia says is third world, pretty much only exports sheep, and has problems with poachers sneaking in to hunt rhino. so a kid like erik might start thinking, okay so this is probably another story my dad made up.

and then one day he looks up from a pick up game of basketball and sees a plane turn invisible and fly away. little erik just beginning to believe that maybe his dad had been telling the truth the whole time. maybe this fairytale country really does exist. so he runs up the stairs to ask his dad about it, maybe hoping to see someone wearing clothes made out of magical meteorite metal. 

but instead, he finds his dad alone and dying in the middle of their living room. and he’s got claw marks in his stomach like an animal had attacked him. or someone with claws like one. and that’s the moment he believed without a doubt that wakanda was real.