Is violence a viable means for achieving one’s liberation? Is Killmonger’s strategy justifiable? And importantly: who gets to decide?
The past, it seems, does not exist anymore. It is inaccessible and unalterable. Once the egg is scrambled and fried, it can no longer be reshaped and reconstructed into its oval shell. As far as human perception goes, the arrow of time goes decidedly in only one direction.
Who defines the parameters for what counts as a cultural identity? And who is then forced to fit inside the box?