On Chadwick Boseman’s Private Pain and Hollywood’s Ableism Problem
Audiences want to have it both ways; enjoy a slice of horrorcore without grappling with the gravity of seeing a body that invites vulnerability.
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The internet creates challenges. In a literal sense, some challenges are meant for harmless fun, from TikTok’s current WAP dance recreations to 2016’s Mannequin Challenge. In another way, the Internet fosters an arena for intellectual debate, confronting users to defend their positions on any topic. At its most disappointing, for a certain subset of users, daring to exist on the Internet becomes the ultimate challenge. See the initial reaction to Chadwick Boseman’s last Instagram live back in April, where Boseman struggled to announce a partnership for racial justice in healthcare while presenting his cancer-weakened body in frame, and was not met by a respectful audience. Crows of ”Crack Panther” abounded so ferociously that Boseman took down the post.
In that moment, our real life Black Panther was met with a repeat chorus of a former challenge taunt: ”Is this your King?”. The Internet condemned Boseman for his so-called failure to possess a body that, as Killmonger had sneered, “could lead [you] into the future.” In the wake of Boseman’s death, public conversation shifted instantaneously to celebration of his life, largely erasing the segment of his life—four years—that he privately spent ill. Instead, there was a massive reframing of his career, especially surrounding rigor of his roles in light of his progressive cancer status. While well-intentioned, disability rights activists pointed out that this effusive praise of Boseman’s ability to pass as able-bodied while possessing an extreme disability undermines the disabled community entirely. In the words of Imani Barbarin, a prominent black disability blogger, she was disgusted by how Boseman’s body had already been turned into “inspiration porn to shame others into productivity.” Reckoning with his life’s value must incorporate his body riddled with affliction side-by-side with his abledness; inherent dignity belonged to both.
While the public’s disgust with Boseman’s weight loss is indefensible, the American imagination is primed for this response. For as much as film and television loves to portray medical trauma, from House M.D.’s violent seizures to Gwyneth Paltrow’s death sequence in Contagion, the pleasure the audience exacts from these scenes isn’t an honest representation of the ill—it’s luxuriating in the grotesque of the sickened body. Because there’s an implicit understanding that the sickness appearing on screen is pure theater, audiences can have it both ways; enjoy a slice of horrorcore without grappling with the gravity of seeing a body that invites vulnerability. The question then to ask is this: Why aren’t we seeing actors within the disability community fill these roles, or any roles for that matter?