512021, issue 2
From Downton Abbey to Minneapolis:
Aesthetic Form and Black Lives Matter
Tom Huhn
After 400 years of brutality and oppression, what nally made possible for a majority
of American citizens the realization that some large portion of our fellow citizens con-
tinues to be systematically diminished and discriminated against? One answer is Netix
and HBO, along with the whole suite of online viewing platforms that deliver visual
narratives.
By summer 2020 there was a certain fatigue – after months of quarantine
viewing – and thus an appetite for more compelling drama. More pointedly – and here
is where the role of aesthetic form becomes prominent – there was the preparation
provided over the last several years by the expansion of a relatively new form of visual
narrative, of the miniseries and multi-season series formats. Contemporary viewers are
thus aorded, via these novel forms of consuming narrative, a more extended, nuanced,
and thus deeper involvement with whatever dramas unfold. We thereby became, by
means of our narrative imaginations having been reformatted and extended, more
invested in the signicance of things and perhaps thereby more attentive. These formats
cultivated in us a hunger for an ever-greater commitment to extended drama, just like
that which Aristotle dened as the enactment of the meaning of what human beings do.
Regardless of how explicit the video evidence of black people being dehu-
manized and killed, we have only our imaginations to rely on to tell us the meaning of,
and allow us to sympathize with, the horrors that we witness. However well-meaning
all those Sidney Poitier lms, or the poignancy of Norman Rockwell’s paintings of
integration, whatever sympathy they elicit seems not to have suciently prompted
the imaginations of white people; they did not go deep enough within the souls of
white folk to rouse them very far up. So too the relentlessness of the video evidence
of violence against blacks, the CNN format of the 24-hour repetition compulsion of
horror, which often leaves us more numb than awakened. Evidence, sadly, might prove
insucient fuel for the imagination.
We can only imagine ourselves, unfortunately, into the humanity of our fellow
citizens – as well as our own (which remains an ongoing task for each of us) – and I’m
suggesting that what might have played a critical role in the retrotting of the white
imagination such that it could take in the reality of ‘I can’t breathe,’ is that black lives can
come to matter only if the white imagination is prepared to see them and to admit it.
Other commentators on race relations, far wiser, believed that love would be the means
for preparing the expansion of the imagination. But, in the imagination, love – at least
in regard to race – has shown itself to be as feckless as evidence.
In the face of the ongoing insuciency of love, the multi-season, multi-episode
form of visual narrative helped make possible what love has been thus far incapable of.
It’s as if the accumulation, nally, of so many previous seasons of violence against blacks,
the episodes of Emmett Till, Rodney King, Oscar Grant, Trayvon Martin, Sandra Bland,
Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, Michael Brown, Freddie Gray, Breonna Taylor, et al., culminated
in the season nale George Floyd. Binge-watching helped prepare the imagination to