Oscar Grant in Fruitvale Station is the current state of America. This is most evident when Oscar helps a pregnant woman find a bathroom and has a conversation with her husband. The husband admits that his marriage didn’t start smoothly. He admits that he stole to put a ring on his wife’s finger. His nuclear, safe American family (white father, white mother, white child on the way) was built on a lie. However, he forged that lie into his American dream. He starts as a thief, and ends with a family and business cards to hand out to young black men looking to turn things around.
I know that guy. I went to school with that type of guy, lots of them, the guys with “do overs” spilling out of their back pockets.They bragged about not slowing down when they drove through a speed trap. After all, what can a cop do other than write a ticket? They knew they could get a Youthful Offender deal if the cop did manage to find the Ziploc bag under the driver’s seat. They quit their jobs on football weekends because a job was just a job. Growing up (and even now, somewhat) that’s what I wanted. Isn’t that a certain type of equality? Doesn’t being equal mean that I can give as few fucks as anyone else? But every time blue and red lights showed up in my rearview, I put two hands on the wheel and moved into the right-hand lane. When they said “Fuck this job,” I shrugged my shoulders and kept clocking in on time."
(An America without second chances)