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Friday, 28 August 2020

Noughts + Crosses: A Review of the 4th episode of the popular BBC drama series

Rating: 5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The below review contains a few spoilers as to what has already happened so far in the series, so make sure you watch the previous episodes and read my reviews first.

Links to previous reviews:

On the day I write this, it is the 57th anniversary of the famous speech given by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., ‘I Have A Dream’. It is also 187 years since Britain passed an act to abolish slavery in parts of the Empire.

We would like to think that by now, racism should have been effaced from the face of society. The reality is, it hasn’t. Martin Luther King’s dream is still a dream.

I can’t tell you how much this frustrates me and fills me with despair. This week alone, we have heard about the case of Jacob Blake, shot seven times in the back by U.S. police officers, and now left paralysed. Today it was revealed that despite his paralysis, Jacob Blake was handcuffed to his hospital bed. Blake was unarmed and helping to diffuse a domestic incident when he was attacked by police officers; the same cannot be said for a 17-year-old white supremacist who killed two people at a protest – and walked free, within plain sight of police officers, immediately after his crime.


Source: @denny_ow, Instagram

Although the dystopian world of Noughts + Crosses flips our reality upside down, so that black people (Crosses) are the ruling race and white people (Noughts) are the subjugated group, this fourth episode provides cogent social commentary on the state of the world in which we live. Noughts + Crosses forces us to flip the mirror back on ourselves and examine our own reality. And, sadly, we are deeply and truly found wanting.

At the opening of episode 4, we are drawn into a scene of mourning, as the Hadley family and others lay flowers in memory of those killed in the attack on Demwa Hospital. Unsurprisingly, Home Secretary Kamal’s knee-jerk response is to order even stricter force to be used by the police (you can trust he means against Noughts, not Crosses). Having learnt that the Hadley family was the target of the crime, there is no hope of appeasing him.

Cracks begin to appear in Sephy and Callum’s relationship. Trust is eroded, beginning with Sephy doubting Callum’s integrity.

Sephy is shocked that Callum knew that the bomb was going to explode before it went off. 

Brief moment of levity! This response from Ryan makes me laugh every time.

Meggie plays the role of the strong matriarch very well. Played by Helen Baxendale, she is portrayed in much the same way as the 'strong black woman' that we so often hear of. Though she is going through trials of her own, having lost her job, she is expected to hold the household together so it doesn’t crumble. She must be strong for everyone else. Although it is intended positively, this notion of the 'strong black woman' is actually very harmful. The pressure to be everything to everyone else is detrimental to one’s mental health.

Despite this, Meggie continues to do the best she can by her children. The conversation she has with Callum where she warns him of the danger he is getting himself into by having a relationship with Sephy, is significant. It represents the action of a mother trying to protect her son from harm, in a world where Noughts are deemed, as Ryan later says, “less than nothing”.

An example of treating Noughts as though they are naught comes in the next scene: the news report Sephy watches features the newsreader uttering the words: “The victims of the Demwa Hospital bomb have now been named …”

The news report in fact only names two of the victims – the only two who are Crosses. Not only is the Nought victim not named, their photo is not shown. The word 'victim' is not assigned to the Nought; we only know they existed and died because of this sentence: “The third casualty of the bomb was a Nought cleaner at the hospital.” The line is a throwaway: their life is deemed as of little value, not only because they were a Nought, but also because they were doing a working-class job. Noughts + Crosses is excellent in sharpening our focus on social injustice.

One character who will never care about social injustice is Kamal Hadley. He is a vitriolic racist with very disturbing ideas. In being romantically involved with Callum, Sephy is going against everything her father believes in and stands for.

Prime Minister Opal Folami loves to remind who's boss, and I love it! It is powerful seeing a female Prime Minister.

Ahaha - you need to watch to see Kamal's face after this bombshell! IN YO FACE MISTA!

The Prime Minister Opal Folami, conversely, is a refreshing character. Noughts + Crosses choosing a female to be Prime Minister is not a coincidence. While this dystopian world is primarily focused on the dynamics between Noughts and Crosses and deep-seated racism, it does not shy away from social commentary on gender inequality. To succeed in a man’s world is quite a feat, and despite her rise to the top, Opal is frequently met with resistance from her male colleagues.  

Police Brutality 


How many police officers do you need to arrest ONE person?

The difficult but unavoidable topic of police brutality comes to the fore like never before in this episode. Having been tipped by the Hadleys, dozens of police officers storm into the McGregor home to arrest the bomb suspect. Dozens. I only wish this were unrealistic, but the scenes we see in the States these days mirror exactly that; just, the officers are of a different hue.

This scene is chilling.

Unperturbed by the trouble he has caused for the McGregor family, Liberation Militia leader Jack Dorn – aka eternal opportunist, sips on a cup of tea. Not for long, though.

Callum is pummelled by a police officer whilst in custody, for a crime there is no evidence of him committing.

Some might say that police brutality is only a problem in the States. That isn’t true. Black people are victims of disproportionate force by the police in the UK, too. France has the same problem. Studies reveal that black people in England and Wales are five times more likely to have force used against them than white people. Although black people only account for about 3% of the UK population, 8% of police custody deaths take black lives. Callum McGregor doesn’t die in police custody, but in the real United Kingdom, Christopher Alder did – and so many others. We don’t know their names. We should.

Bloody and feeble – at the very weakest we’ve ever seen him – Callum is told by a menacing constable that it is because of Sephy that he is in this cell. We feel the betrayal hit him, take his breath.

Jude schools Sephy when she arrives at their house.

Sephy’s naivety is still alive and kicking, clearly.


Sephy’s ignorance puts Callum’s family in harm’s way. Her explanation for giving Callum’s name to her father is: “I didn’t think this would happen, I swear, Callum. I just thought that they were going to talk to you.” 🤦🏾‍🤦🏾‍

Nah mate, she still doesn’t. 🤦🏾‍♀‍



Well said.

Protecting Each Other

There is definitely a theme in this episode of protecting one’s loved ones from harm. Ryan takes the rap for Jude, despite his innocence.


When he is threatened by another inmate, Ryan is protected by a prison officer. 

The prison officer sees off Ryan’s aggressor.

Although she ultimately chooses to protect her son over her husband, Meggie does, for once, let her emotions go. 

Meggie flies at Jude in rage

The moment where she collapses into a bench, her body wracked with sobs, is a poignant one. It is the moment where Meggie’s Superwoman cape finally comes off, and she is allowed to be human.

As much as Lekan is an odious character, in this episode he does show some signs of having tried to protect Sephy – from the ramifications if it were discovered that she is in an illegal relationship. His grace doesn’t last long, though.

In keeping with the theme of looking out for one another, Jasmine extends an olive branch to Meggie – and offers to help the McGregors.

The wordless acceptance of an embrace from Jasmine signals that Meggie is willing to forgive her.

Her name is Ananya – it’s not that hard to pronounce!

I love how Noughts + Crosses does not limit itself to depicting overt racism, but also addresses the subtle behaviours people exhibit to constantly make a group different to them feel “other”. Jasmine’s failure to correctly grasp how to pronounce Ryan’s advocate’s name is an example. Interestingly, Ananya is neither a Nought nor a Cross – she appears to be of what we would call, Asian descent – but what is she in the world of Noughts + Crosses? We are never told.

Jasmine pays for one of the best defence lawyers in Albion to represent Ryan.

Noughts + Crosses outdoes itself in the costume design. Here Segun Okoro wears a traditional Yoruba agbada as his court suit, and a fila atop his head.

Ryan’s lawyer is a welcome break from the bigoted Crosses we have seen so much of already. He prepares the reporters for the hearing about to take place by characterising "an entire people, traduced and victimised on a daily basis".

The stage is set.  And the McGregors rise to the challenge.

The Noughts speak, and the Crosses listen.

There are audible gasps when Callum reveals that he has been stopped by the police “maybe, three hundred times” – despite having no criminal record. Never charged, but “stopped and searched, asked where I was going, who I was going to see… And sometimes they make me sit in a police car whilst they radio into the station, to see if I’m wanted for anything.”


Imagine having a judge in gele in real life: how cool would that be?!

When Ryan takes to the stand, his words too, are powerful. 

“[I felt anger] when my cousin was beaten up so badly by the police, he was paralysed from the waist down. Or when the girl I went to school with was raped by her Cross manager and then took her own life when she was told that no charges would be brought”, 

he tells us.

“Every Nought in there, they won’t have one of those stories, they’ll have twenty”, he adds.

He reminds Crosses that they are part of these stories, too – they are the ones who perpetuate the cycle. This scene hits close to home for any black person, and any person of colour, for whom racism is not TV fiction, but daily reality.

Jack Dorn’s not the only opportunist in this episode…

Callum, Meggie and Jude sit nervously as they wait for the judge’s verdict.

Who wears a sleeveless dress to a final court hearing? It’s not a wedding, Sephy!

After the verdict


I’m not going to tell you any more of what happens in episode 4. I’m just going to tell you to watch it for yourself. 

All six episodes of Noughts + Crosses are available to watch on BBC iPlayer and various other streaming services outside of the UK. Go and watch it! I've tried not to give away any key spoilers!


If you would like to do something to help Jacob Blake, mentioned earlier in this article, please sign this petition.

Friday, 23 March 2018

Three years ago, I wrote a post on “Why I CHOOSE not to have a Boyfriend”. I still haven’t changed my mind.


A Little Update from Me

Hey! I know it has been a while since you last heard from me, and that my posts have been kind of irregular of late. Sorry about that – but I hardly have time to write nowadays! Amongst many other things, being a full-time member of a Christian drama company means that I often have to spend more time learning lines than creating sentences of my own! 

So my posts will likely be taking a different turn for a little while. If you’re open to it - let me know what you think! - , I’d like to share a little more of my writing roots with you. Some of you may know: my passion for writing is actually rooted in creative writing. I started writing short stories when I was probably about five years old, and during secondary school I wrote a lot of poetry and stories. Things turned more towards articles and then blog posts in my university years, but my true love for writing lies in being able to wield sentences not limited to the concrete, but rooted in imagination and free to wander at will across the page.

To that end I’ve decided to share a poem that I wrote when I was fifteen years old with you. When I was at school I would regularly take part in writing competitions, and this is the fruit of an entry for a competition called Poetry Rivals, back in 2011. It was published in an anthology. That anthology is sitting at home with a load of other stuff I wrote and got published (you can’t take the whole world with you when you’re on the road), but I still have the poem with me. 

Image result for poetry rivals 2011


But Before the Poem…


It isn’t just by chance I’m sharing it with you today, though. Three years ago today, I wrote a post called “Why I CHOOSE not to have a boyfriend”. To my surprise, that blog post resonated with a lot of people, and to date it is still one of my most popular posts. If you haven’t read it, here it is.

Three years later, and I’m still single. To borrow a phrase often used by Christian singer Jamie-Grace before she got engaged in January (for those unfamiliar with her, you can read her story here), “I’ve been single all my life”. (Haha.) And do you know what? I quite like it.

A few of the cherished people in my closest circle seem to be a bit worried about my choice to stay single before I get married – or should I say, start a “courtship” with someone that I intend to get married to, instead of dating around before settling down. (If that sentence got lost on you, maybe head back to the precursor of this post so that you get a better idea of what I mean.)

I know they love me and want the best for me, but I really wish they wouldn’t worry so much. I’m not worried, so why should they be?

Honestly, since I finished university, I’ve noticed that everyone seems to be very preoccupied with finding me a life partner. Everyone except me.


What’s the Rush?

I love the people at church, but honestly, it seemed as though many of them had a checklist down on a piece of paper and they had “degree” ticked, “graduation” ticked, and next was “marriage”.  Nobody teases you about any potential prospects when you’re at school, university (in fact, you might as well be asexual beings)… but suddenly once you’ve passed through those stages of life – Abracadabra, husband arrives! (What?) It’s really quite bizarre to me. And frankly, very amusing.

I’ve been sitting at prayer meetings and been getting prayed for about exams and found myself being prayed for in connection with a future, God-fearing husband. I’ve been sitting in the congregation and been given a shout-out at the pulpit as someone who is going to be getting married soon. In fact, a few weeks after I wrote my post “Why I CHOOSE not to have a boyfriend”, I was maid of honour at my friend’s wedding, and the amount of people that came up to me saying things like, “She [the bride] is passing on the baton to you”; “It’ll be your turn next”; “I’m praying for your own”… I was 19!! 

Now I’m twenty-two and the intensity on the “finding-Ruth-love-campaign” is reaching frightfully high fever pitch. Even the porters at my Oxford college teased me in my last term there. Some people have made quips about how I’ll meet a charming German guy and settle down over here. (Hate to burst your bubble, people, but it ain’t happened – and it ain’t happening, LOL). Heck, when I went swimming today and got chatting to a lady at the pool, before too long even she was saying I could stay and settle in Germany and get married to a Deutschländer! She even pointed to a few young guys about as good options. (She was hilarious.)

I know people mean well, but if they are praying for Ruth to find a good spouse (yes it’s nice of them), I would rather they kept it to themselves. The amount of times now people bring my future marriage up when I see them once I’m back home, is starting to get just a little bit annoying.

It makes me feel as though I should have a problem with being single to find myself consistently being told that I’m next on the marriage rota.

Perhaps in some people’s books I’m near the top, but in mine, I’m really not! I have a fair amount of friends my age who have been married for a few months or more, or who are engaged, and I’m happy that they’ve found happiness, but frankly, I say “you do you”! I have never been one to want to marry young.

I also have lots of friends who don’t want to get married, because they’ve had terrible examples of marriage set before them. I don’t blame them: I too have seen some very bad marriages play out before my eyes. 

To be honest, if I were going off some of the marriages I’ve witnessed first-hand, I might be the same way. But I believe that marriage is a God-ordained union that is supposed to be beautiful – and can be when it’s done God’s way. Too many marriages lack the real sacrificial love that they were created to be built upon – and then they become very ugly distortions of the authentic alliance.

If anything, I would have thought that people would want me not to rush into anything when making such a life-altering decision as the one that concerns who I spend the rest of my life with.
 
Sweet Singlehood

As I’ve talked about before, I don’t want a boyfriend because I want a husband someday – just the one. So until that time comes, I’m quite content to sail on the single ship.

I honestly can’t begin to express to you how much I love being single. (And no, I’m not lying.)
There is a load of things that I’m able to do right now that I don’t believe I would be able to do if I were in a relationship. For one thing, I’m up and down Europe, sleeping in different beds very regularly, packing up my life every few days/weeks: I have no home of my own. (Apart from when I’m back in Manchester for a few weeks.)

Giving all I can to my service with the Christian drama ministry I’m with means I often don’t have anything left for myself, never mind another person! (Mad respect for the many couples I’m around that are married and live this lifestyle. Oh yes, to the people that thought I might couple off with someone in this company, hard luck, all the guys are taken!)

In these years, I’m enjoying my life, my freedom, and learning a lot along the way. I can tell you that even in the last 3 years between I wrote that post and this one, a lot of things have happened in my life that have made for some serious character-building. I believe a fair few heavy doses of character-building are part of the recipe for a good marriage, so I be sittin’ here buildin’ me some muscle in the meantime! And frankly, though I’m single, I observe the married couples around me and what they do well and what they don’t do so well. I learn from them so that I can make wise choices when it’s my turn. In life we can save ourselves from a lot if we learn from those who have gone before us.

But for now... I have a lot of dreams and ambitions as yet unfulfilled, and I don’t need to be married before I can strive to attain them. I’m not putting my life on hold for any wedding bells. To all my other single ladies out there, you keep on going strong! In the words of Jamie-Grace, you and I don’t need a prince to party like princess. I just wish other people would get that as much as we do!

Enjoying my freedom.

Oh and to all the guys out there as well who are single – till you find her, work on your awareness skills and romantic abilities. She’ll like that. But no seriously, make the most of this precious time. You’ll never get it again.


And now here is the poem:

Marriage


Marriage is honourable
In all, and the bed
Undefiled.

Imagine
If – by adhering to the
Standards of purity,
You remained ‘untouched’
For your man.

Imagine
If, when your graced fingers
Enclose his sturdy hand –
The tingling sensation
That blissfully thrills your soul . . .
Is the first you have
Ever known.

Imagine
If, when your
Admiring eyes lock into
His orbs of delight –
The attraction you both
Experience is at the optimum of
Your magnetic, reciprocal love.

Imagine
If, when your
Head lies to rest on
His loving shoulders;
Fitting into place like
A lock and key,
Not one remnant of another occasion alike
Threatens to flood your happy heart
With waves of regret.

Imagine
How beautiful it would be
If both you and the man
That completes you
Stayed chaste for the other . . .

100% of your magnetic attraction
Would be drawn to him.
Neither edge of lock nor key
Would be rusted and tainted
By the stain of impurity.

The gift for your patience?
All of each other’s love to bestow
Unto the other.
In a marriage like this,
Love swims diligently to every depth.


 © Ruth Akinradewo