“White Power” vs “Black Power”: My Take On “BlacKkKlansman”


I'm a true story fanatic. Nothing inspires me more than a true story of a real person risking their life for the sake of others. I dig that. I desire to uphold that.

So when the rainy weekend sent me searching through movie trailers, the story of a black man who became so involved in the KKK that he was asked to become a chapter leader definitely intrigued me. A trip to the theater to see 'BlacKkKlansman' it was.


BLACK POWER!!!Continuously shouted.

Shouted with synchronized fists in the air.

Fighting to be heard.

Fighting for power.

Power. Power. Power.

I watched it with all the fancy sound effects. The dark room and the comfy chairs. Thinking it was just another date night. Just another show, you know? Yet I feel as if I actually watch it everyday. I feel as if we're all watching it. We're all waging this war for this power.

More power. Give me more power.

The recurring rivalry between the lives of whites and blacks in 'BlacKkKlansman' (set in the 1970s) leaves me here (in 2018) wondering what makes then much different from now.

This is the theme that has been tormenting my thought process since walking out of that theater (somewhat speechless, might I add) last Saturday night. Honestly, I'm not sure what specific message Spike Lee meant to for us to take away from the film, but I definitely took one away. One that means a lot to me. A lot to us. A lot to humanity, I think.



Continuously shouted.

Shouted with synchronized fists in the air.

Fighting to be heard.

Fighting for power.

Power. Power. Power.

The divisive power war. That's the power war that thundered throughout the entire film. And I found that war to be so familiar. Because is it not our common familiarity with division that actually drives us towards one another? Think about that. Division stands as our common coexistence with the rest of the human race. It's the one thing we've all been devastated by in some form or fashion. It's our shared suffering. Our shared devastation.

This devastation has the potential to be the provision that unifies our natural tendency to divide.

At our core, we're all the same. We all breathe the same air. Suffer from the same sicknesses. Avoid the same aches and search for the same satisfactions.

We all want the power to push through the tough times and come out on top.

Top of the totem pole. Power. Power. Power.

So we raise of fists and proclaim "WHITE POWER" and "BLACK POWER" and "_______ POWER" and "_______ POWER" until unity seems unattainable. Until everyone taps out as "misheard" and "misunderstandable".

Yet what if we all sat down at the same table?

What if the key to breaking through our division is to simply come together at the table and realize that we are able.

Able to break the bondage of brokenness.

Able to break free and beat the defeat.

With the power that is produced when we come together.

With the power of our human race, no matter our beliefs or differences of color.

With human power.

Raise your fists with me. Let the world hear it.



Madeline Burdine is a Communications major with PR concentration at Mississippi State University. As Editor of Mississippi Millennials, her passion is to push people to higher heights within themselves, thinking more and doing more. Pursuing a career as a writer, Madeline enjoys running, reading, and really anything new. Life is lovely.