Director, Jordan Peele said in an interview, “Horror stories purge us of our deepest fears.”Get Out” is a “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” horror movie in which Rose, a white girl brings her black boyfriend home to meet her parents. Chris, the protagonist, is a photographer who’s been dating a her for five months –the thought of visiting her family makes him nervous. Uneasy about the visit, he asks Rose if her parents know he’s Black. Rose plays it off, her advice is to relax. When they arrive, the parents are warm and welcoming. “Get Out” Blends race-savvy satire with horror. In this case, the villains are the liberal white elite, who voted for Obama and would’ve elected him to a third term, if possible.When the couple arrive at her folks’ house, the family’s reception is warm and inviting. Her parents, a hypnotherapist and a neurosurgeon, welcome Chris without batting an eye. But the Black housekeeper and grounds man have strange zombie-like behaviors. It all seems weird, to Chris, who is forced to smile and nod. He keeps in touch with his best friend, an airport TSA officer.The visit simultaneously occurs with an annual gathering, which brings a bunch of rich White elite’s over for a picnic. The family friends are far more accepting of Chris than he would have predicted. But their questions are annoying, When Chris snaps a picture of a young Black man, the brother attacks him, shouting, “Get Out”.Horror movies use humor to tone down tension; however, Peele takes it further, by clearing space for comedy to coincide with the mystery of what the family planned for their guest. This is the African American Experience in a horror film.” Peele said he wants people to feel this movie, to feel what the African American perspective feels like. Fear of the white suburban neighborhood, includes feelings of insecurity and apprehension about losing your black side. Peel went on to say, “not only have Black people not gotten the chance to put our perspectives on film, we haven’t been encouraged to dream towards that, because it doesn’t seem as though it’s a reality that’s possible. “We haven’t rewarded Black and other marginalized groups for their content. We haven’t told them that their content was of any value. Great content works, great story works. If it’s good, it’s good, and people will respond. The problem is we haven’t nurtured voices. Many artists get stopped before they even begin. “Daniel Kaluuya says his main concern was that he speaks Black people’s truth and experiences.In this movie, the person of color makes it to the closing credits. “Get Out” will be perceived differently among black and white audiences.I don’t like horror movies, but I had to face my fears and go see this movie; because I am a hypnotherapist and Peele used hypnosis as a vehicle to move the story forward. He capitalized on the Popularity and fear of hypnosis, using some of the techniques hypnotists use and expanding on the myths and beliefs of people. As writers, we start with a truth then ask what if? Peel begins with myths about hypnosis and people’s fears of it. The challenge for hypnotists to overcome is the confirmation that the hypnotist has magical powers, or that they control your mind and can make you do things you don’t want to do. The truth is hypnotists don’t have a magic power to make one do things that they are morally against. And this is more mind control than hypnosis; although, hypnosis is used as an induction, All hypnosis is self-hypnosis. In real hypnosis the subject (person has to agree and want it, Whereas the character Chris did not want to be hypnotized. These myths come from movies and stage hypnotists who are primarily entertaining an audience. And the subjects that they chose want to go up on stage and do funny things. They give the stage hypnotist their permission. However, the subject is always in control and can come out of the trance whenever they want to. As seen in the movie, Chris could bring his self out once he decided to fight it.In my opinion, the movie wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be, although I did jump a couple times, I enjoyed it. This movie is certainly worth seeing.
“The world is full of a lot of fear and a lot of negativity, and a lot of judgment. I just think people need to start shifting their focus onto joy and happiness. As corny as it sounds, we need to make a shift.”
– Ellen DeGeneres
Continuing the posts on Neuroplasticity and getting rid of bad habits. Now on to steps two and three:
2. Observe what the old habit or pathway is doing in your life.
3. Shift your focus.
Habits are hard to break, we all know that, but one thing that helps immensely is observing, really paying attention to how destructive the habit is. Whether it’s spending…
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Several days later, I found a brown envelope resting on top of the mailbox. It was from Leon and inside was an 8×10 picture of him in his Air Force uniform. The brim of his hat covered his eyes. He looked handsome just as I remembered him, but without his rose-tinted sunglasses that camouflaged his blue eyes. Boy, talk about a big smile on my face you would’ve thought I received a million dollars in that envelope. I forgot all about what he wanted to ask me and put the picture on my dresser, which I gazed at often.
The following week I got another letter from him asking if I would marry him when he got out of the Air Force in 18 months. I didn’t have to think about it. I was elated! The thought of me and Leon being together for the rest of our lives was like sunshine and gorgeous blue skies year round. “So that was what he wanted to ask me!” I went running into the living room to tell Mama.
“Mama, Leon wants to marry me when he gets out of the Air Force.” I blurted enthusiastically. I felt like an eagle soaring high above the clouds. “Can we get married? Will you sign for us?” Mama just sat there in her chair looking at me; her pretty brown eyes were wide as an owl’s. I didn’t give her a chance to respond. As I thought about it, I realized that in eighteen months I’d be eighteen years old, and I wouldn’t need her permission. I wanted Leon to know my answer right away; I ran up stairs as fast as I could and began writing the letter.
When this letter reaches you I hope it finds you in the best of health. I received your letter today. Yes! I’ll marry you! I can’t wait for you to get out so we can be married. I love you and miss you so much. Thanks for the picture. You look so handsome. I asked Mama if I could marry you, but then I realized that I’ll be eighteen years old by then. We won’t need her permission. Plus I’ll be out of school too. Everything is going fine in school. The principal came looking for me. He scared me. I wondered what in the world he wanted with me. Did someone tell him I was smoking in the bathroom? Finally, I gathered up enough nerve to go to his office to see what he wanted.
He said: “Congratulations, Heddy! You made the honor roll this mark period.” All that time I thought he had found out about me smoking in the bathroom. Whew! That was a close call!
Everyone here is fine. Write soon!
I put the letter on top of the mailbox where the mailman would always pick up our mail and send it off right away. The mailman was a friend of Mama’s. Some days he would stop at lunchtime and have a cold beer and something to eat.
I told everyone I saw that I was engaged, but no one was as excited as I was. One day, when I came home from school, there was an Air Force Officer standing on our porch talking to Mama. She introduced him to me. I told him about my fiancé being in the Air Force and that we were planning to get married. The officer smiled, congratulated me, and walked off the porch.
Mama told me that the officer came about Daddy. I thought it a bit strange that he wanted to talk about Daddy, when he had been dead almost five years.
I kept looking for a letter from Leon every day; three weeks had passed since I mailed my acceptance letter. This was the longest time I ever went without hearing from him. Janet and the kids came home from Akron to visit. They had been living next door with Janet’s father since the break up, but by then had returned to Akron and was home for a visit.
I remember Mama was standing at the kitchen sink taking her usual shot of Seagram’s Seven Crown chased with a small glass of water. I was standing in the dining room when Janet came in and walked straight back to the kitchen. She and Mama talked for a while, and then Janet came back into the dining room where I was. I don’t remember what I was doing, but I was on my knees looking up at her from the floor, still excited about the marriage proposal.
“Janet, Leon asked me to marry him!” I said grinning from cheek to cheek. “We’re going to get married when he gets out of the Air Force.” I could not have imagined her response, not even if I had a hundred years to think about it.
“Heddy, forget about Leon.”
“What? Forget about Leon? Why should I forget about Leon? I thought you liked him! You know he is a nice boy.” Janet threw her hands up in the air.
“Aunt Pauline, I can’t do this!” She covered her mouth and ran out the door. I walked into the kitchen where Mama was still standing at the sink.
“Mama what’s wrong with Janet? Should I go talk to her?”
“No, leave her alone. She’ll be all right,” she said as she poured a double shot of Seven Crown from the fifth she held securely in her hand.
Janet and the kids returned to Akron. I never got a chance to ask her why she said I should forget about Leon. It didn’t make any sense. He was a great catch for any girl— a handsome, intelligent young man with a bright future ahead of him. I was happy and proud that he chose me to be his wife. I didn’t understand why Janet wasn’t happy for me? Mama was silent, which was unusual she always had something to say.
The weeks flew by like a run-away roller coaster, but for me they dragged by slowly. Weeks passed with no letter from Leon. I kept reading his old letters as I tried to wait patiently for his next letter, though patience was not one of my virtues. Leon suggested that I keep his letters in an old shoe box. I did and I filled to the brim. He always opened with ‘Dear Heddy’ and closed with ‘Love, Leon.’ He used the envelopes that had the red, white, and blue airmail pattern all around the edges. I could always tell when there was a letter from him because that pattern stood out from the plain white envelopes. I got so excited when I saw that pattern in the stack of letters. I shuffled through the rest to get to his quickly. Weeks passed without a single letter.
All communication stopped without warning. I was worried and lonely for him. Each day left me sadder than the day before. He was gone. I had no idea who, what, where, or when—Unknown forces ripped him out of my life. I cried for hours and hours. The weeks turned into months. I wrote dozens of letters. I wrote and I waited, I wrote and I waited, I wrote and I waited. I pleaded and even begged him to write and tell me what happened, but I never heard another word.
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