The Evolution of Blacks on TV

All-black shows are still too rare in prime-time, but on any night you can find African-American actors playing rich, complex characters. That's progress, and we should acknowledge it.

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Regina King’s complaint about blacks being short-shrifted by the Emmys has me thinking about progress as well as obstacles.

She’s right to complain that only about one in 20 top acting nominations for the Emmys has been for a non-white. It’s the invisibility problem — not what I personally term “racism,” but a definite legacy of it. Eddie Murphy creates six living, breathing characters of various ages and both genders in the Nutty Professor movies and it’s largely thought of as one part latex, one part fat suits and one part “clever,” while Jim Carrey can play just one character and be celebrated as a phenomenon for making funny faces.

I’m not sure, though, that I share King’s dismay that Alaina Reed was not included in the “In Memoriam” Emmy salute sequence. Reed was a fine performer indeed — I even caught her in her theater days back in the ’80s, singing a number about not having any rhythm; it was perfect. However, she was mainly known as Rose on 227, and while blacks who watched the show cherish the memory of the character — just as we enjoyed watching King herself grow up on the show — neither 227 nor Reed really crossed over.

The “In Memoriam” salute featured national icons; that is, Gary Coleman made the cut (upon which it also bears noting that Reed’s Rose was a straight-man role). Television-viewing patterns differ by race, after all — for all of its iconic status, Seinfeld was of about as much interest to blacks as 227 was to whites.

However, it remains true that shiny, happy white people are currently more of interest in Emmy selections than they would be in an ideal America. And yet I am struck by how much closer we are to that ideal now than just 10 years ago. Back then, the NAACP was most famous for Kweisi Mfume’s grading the networks on how many black people they were casting in their TV shows. The immediate result was not pretty.

In 2002, for example, King was in the sitcom Leap of Faith — a Sex and the City knockoff — cast as a BFF of Sarah Paulson (yeah, right). King did her usual great job, but she wasn’t really given a character to play. Her job was just to Be Black as a gesture of “diversity,” with it tossed in that she liked expensive things — not enough. Little shows like this take flight on the basis of chemistry, and throwing in someone solely on the basis of their color kills it. The show was gone in a heartbeat. I was glad King was working, but wished she’d been given something realer.

Around the same time, Wendell Pierce, now a star for playing Bunk on The Wire, was doing his best as the sidekick on a show starring Wings’ Steven Weber. You can easily imagine how fragile the thing was already, but Pierce looked as if he had wandered in from some other show. Ordinarily, somebody like Kevin James would have been cast in the role, but there was that NAACP call for diversity. There was about as much spark between Pierce and Weber as there would be between Jackée Harry and Vanessa Redgrave.