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The Economist
September 5th 2020
A
s he slipped
into each role, studiously, scene by scene, Chad-
wick Boseman kept one thought in mind. His character was a
strong black man in a world that conflicted with his strength. It
didn’t want him to be great; it tried to keep him down. But there
was something in him, some particular talent, or obsession, or
part of his past, that made him stand tall. That made him say, “No.”
It was fitting, then, that the role he became most famous for
was a tested but triumphant black king, T’Challa, in “Black
Panther” in 2018. The film was a sensation. It tipped Hollywood on
its head: a $1.3bn-grossing movie whose cast and makers were, al-
most to a man and woman, black. Black Panther (T’Challa’s moon-
lighting persona) had appeared in film before, but in the “Captain
America” and “Avengers” series, among a crowd of white Marvel
superheroes. Now he stood alone. In a white-focused world he
ruled a country, Wakanda, that was more advanced than any other,
both technologically and spiritually. Never colonised, never en-
slaved. He himself was both an acrobatic righter of wrongs and a
ruler who was cool, stately, wisecracking and wise. Even before the
film came out, schools were booking cinemas for pupils to see it.
For him, as the lead, success was not just black children, in their
Panther costumes, crying “Wakanda for ever!” and giving the
crossed-arm salute. He had put in their heads the idea that they
could be great. And he had also sown in little white heads the rare,
enlightening thought: “I want to be him.”
Less obviously, his major roles before then had also made that
point. All were men the world could not keep down. In “42” as
Jackie Robinson, the first black player in modern Major League
baseball, he struggled through white disdain, but always knew
how good he was. In “Marshall”, as the lawyer who became the first
black Supreme Court justice, he combined sharp clothes with a ra-
zor-sharp mind as he defended his innocent black client. And in
“Get on Up” as James Brown, the firebrand singer who electrified
music in the 1960s, he bowed to no prejudice but strutted through
life, seizing what he wanted. All these were fighters in their way, as
effective as Black Panther crouched on a speeding car to spring.
Brown had that one-two step, then a punch like a boxer’s at the mi-
crophone. Marshall could floor a racist thug with one blow. Robin-
son would stand at the plate, ready, about to hit a homer that would
shock the crowd into silence. Then cheers.
Each character he played left little bits in him, whether Brown’s
sexy dance moves or Marshall’s liking for fine outfits. But Robin-
son taught him he should confront the world squarely, calmly, and
think he was infallible. He had not been too good at doing that, in
his past. Growing up in South Carolina, even well after the Civil
Rights Act, he had been run off the road by rednecks, called “boy”
and passed by trucks that flew Confederate flags. He had faced it,
and failed at facing it. Now, in playing his characters, he could re-
live those things and respond in a different way.
He prepared as thoroughly as possible. For “42” he spent weeks
learning to play baseball like a pro. Mick Jagger helped him with
“Get on Up”, teaching him how to tease and seduce an audience. He
dug deep into the backstories of the characters, filling out their
weaker sides and their humanity. It was important to walk in their
shoes through the world. Black characters on screen were too often
one-dimensional, as if they were second-class.
Yet the fictitious role of T’Challa and his kingdom of Wakanda
engaged him even more. This was a work of recovery, the celebra-
tion of a severed African past that belonged to all black people. Ev-
ery part of it had to be properly done. It was he who insisted the cast
spoke Xhosa, with its clicks and smacks. He found it beautiful and
rhythmical, like ancient music. He helped devise the salute, which
reminded him of tomb effigies of the pharaohs. (In 2016 he had
played Thoth in “Gods of Egypt”, the one face of African descent
among them, taking the part only because, without him, there
would have been none.) For close combat he studied Zulu stick-
fighting and Dambe boxing from west Africa. Costumes, sets and
moves fused together different aspects of the continent he loved, a
mixing and reconnection that went to his own roots: almost the
moment he got the part, he had his
dna
tested and found he was
Yoruba from Nigeria and Limba from Sierra Leone. Last, he rein-
forced the film’s relevance by making T’Challa a peacemaker in the
Mandela mould while his nemesis Killmonger, his abandoned
cousin, was inspired by Malcolm X. That echoed a conversation he
had long had with himself: forbearance, or violence.
The film’s huge success was difficult in one way. As an actor he
worked at his craft by observing people. He had existed in the shad-
ows, watching from a back table as he sipped a vegan smoothie or
dined on brussels sprouts. He liked to hide. Now people spotted
him from the end of the street and chased after him, a star. But in
all other ways success had to be good, well beyond the audience re-
action. It showed the Hollywood moguls that a thoroughly black
film was viable and bankable. It opened the way, or ought to, for
substantial roles for more black actors. There were countless sto-
ries in their culture that had not yet been told. Or not by them.
A storyteller was how he saw himself, part of an ancient tradi-
tion in both Africa and the West. When a friend had been shot dead
in high school, writing a play about it seemed the best way to chan-
nel his emotions. Later, forging a path as an actor-director in New
York, he wrote a hip-hop play on classic themes, “Deep Azure”,
based on the shooting of a young black man by a black policeman.
That victim, he explained, was not just another casualty lost to vio-
lence. He was a would-be leader, a would-be king.
He was already a king in the public mind when his cancer took
hold. He went on making films with as much vitality and as full a
laugh as before. “Black Panther II” was on: he was in the Marvel
teaser, regally striding as before. One of his last texts, to his white
co-star in “Marshall”, urged him to inhale, exhale and enjoy the
rare rain that was falling on Los Angeles. Fate was pushing him
down, but he confronted it. For as long as he could, he said “No.”
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Chadwick Boseman, actor, died on August 28th, aged 43
To be a king
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