And the Children Shall Lead: Underground Delivers its Most Devastating Episode Yet
(Episode 1.07, "Cradle")

Last night while watching Underground “Cradle,” my good friend from Cleveland Face Timed me to tell me she wasn’t having any more kids. Her 14-month-old had done her in, and I paused the show to laugh hysterically as she told me about the horrors of a day spent with a stubborn child. She’d always wanted a big family, but she was just over it at the moment. Every parent has been there. I gave her the It gets better” speech, shared a few horror stories of my own and told her she was going to make it. Hang in there girl. It’s worth it… I think.
For me, there are two types of scenarios where I’ve felt like I couldn’t have another kid, ever ever again. The first kind is the most common among parents, I think—when a child is being so difficult, and is so set on having things his way, that I can’t get anything done. I’m beholden to a small tyrant, and it seems my life is over. But the other scenario is more painful. It’s when I’ve had to see one of my children suffer. If you’ve ever watched a nurse put an IV in your child, or had a small baby with pneumonia, you know it can be painful. If a doctor has ever told you that your child’s life is in danger, for whatever reason, you know about the panic, and the knot in your throat and the places your mind goes, as you try to make sense of the concept before you—the idea that something, actually, very bad could happen to your child.
So when last night’s Underground began with the unthinkable—Ms. Ernestine’s beautiful little boy, James, out in the fields—I felt a very familiar sense of panic. A knot in my throat. A very definitive NO escaped from my mouth because, for some reason, I thought this one character was safe. This is a brilliant narrative device for any good TV series to employ. The Americans comes to mind as another series where, deep down, the viewer knows that no one is safe, given the circumstances. But what makes it one of the most acclaimed shows on TV is that the writing is so good, and the characters so compelling, you come to believe certain people will survive, and that the show wouldn’t betray you—and then it does. Underground pulled a bait-and-switch, first by giving us those powerful scenes from episode two, “War Chest,” and that unforgettable exchange between Ernestine and Tom:
Ernestine: He ain’t. Goin’ out. In the fields. Say it.
Tom: He will not be out in the fields.
We felt safe. Like parents who never really believe anything bad will happen to their children, we as an audience had grown to believe that Ernestine had so much control over the Big House, her little James would never see the fields. Even after all the brutality we’ve seen on Underground, we’d come to believe that the children, at least, were safe. “Cradle” is where reality sets in, and it’s the most difficult episode of the series yet.
After the lovely (but eerie) Necco candy opener, the episode begins with Ernestine teaching her child how to perform as a slave— she tells him to always keep a song, don’t make eye contact with the overseers. These seemingly things are quite literally the difference between life and death.
Remember what I told you about the two masks we got to wear?
It’s a scene that requires you to think about how black people have evolved in this country. Ernestine’s conversation reminds me of the sort that so many parents have with their sons and daughters today—about what to do if you get pulled over by the police. Smile, be polite, don’t make smart comments. A bit of attitude can mean the difference between life and death; between getting a ticket, and getting dragged out of your car—later found dead in a jail cell. Or, getting your head blown off on sight. Again, Ernestine is doing everything she can to protect her son, even though the truth is that there is nothing she can do, because it’s not up to her whether her lives, dies, picks cotton or builds desks.
Really, sit and think for a moment about what such a lack of control could do to you. And then, consider how many black Americans still live with a similar mindset—one that comes from living in an environment that predetermines the outcome of your life. One of Jay Z’s greatest songs comes to mind: