It happened in the dead of the night. August, 2018. Ropes were pulled, bronze groaned and folded, and Silent Sam face-planted into the Carolina dirt, looking every bit like a Tar Heel dead. It was exactly where he belonged, as do all symbols of racism, hatred, and oppression. Fast forward to the following semester. The …
Eugene Jarecki’s documentary The King is two hours long, but it doesn’t feel long enough for the amount of stuff it tries to stitch all together. The best way to describe it is as a patchwork quilt of ideas. Poor people working their way to the top. Cultural appropriation. The civil rights movement. Self-destruction. Money, …