An Asian-American Poet walks into a Bar.
He says, This is a Bar.
The people who are inside the Bar enjoy being inside. Or they don’t know they are in a Bar because they are inside it and are adequate not knowing.
This Bar doesn’t serve cocktails, although the Asian-American Poet likes his whisky. This Bar has height and width. It has weight. It is a Bar as in a barricade, an ulterior closure. There’s a velvet rope and a big guy in a black suit who will let the Asian-American Poet in, and maybe a few others, but only sparingly, as long as they agree to abide by the rules of the Bar.
The Asian-American Poet walks on and names the Bar. He names it here in these digital pages. Which, in the great Internet of Things, not that many people read. But the people in the Bar do.
They call him names. They say he is a bigot and a racist. They say that Asian Americans are more privileged than white Americans so why is the Asian-American Poet complaining. They say this is a smear and call Cultural Weekly disgusting. Some of them use language that is so crude I won’t approve their comments for publication.
Who are these people?
I mean, really, who the fuck are these people?
When a white producer called out Hollywood for its casting racism, not once but twice, they didn’t attack him.
They attack the Asian-American Poet who names the Bar.
Which is why he had to name the Bar. Because the Bar is like air. It surrounds us but it is invisible.
Until the Asian-American Poet walks in. He’s not the first to do it, nor will he be the last. It’s just that he did it here, a few days ago, which is why I am writing about it.
What the Asian-American Poet has done is this: By naming the Bar, he called it out. Well, he’d always seen it, as had many outside the Bar. For everyone else, he made the unseen seen.
By their reactions, those people, the people who rendered invective and indignation in their responses, dropped their invisibility cloak: They were holding it around themselves like a sheet when you are naked, but they needed their hands to type comments so they had to drop the sheet and now they are exposed, pale, cold.
We’re going to keep publishing people who name the Bar. Even though it pisses people off. Or because it pisses people off. They’re just a bunch of naked people inside a Bar.
We’re on the outside where we can feel the air.
Adam Leipzig is the founder and CEO of MediaU, online career acceleration. MediaU opens the doors of access for content creation, filmmaking and television. Adam, Cultural Daily’s founder and publisher, has worked with more than 10,000 creatives in film, theatre, television, music, dance, poetry, literature, performance, photography, and design. He has been a producer, distributor or supervising executive on more than 30 films that have disrupted expectations, including A Plastic Ocean, March of the Penguins, Honey, I Shrunk the Kids, Dead Poets Society, Titus and A Plastic Ocean. His movies have won or been nominated for 10 Academy Awards, 11 BAFTA Awards, 2 Golden Globes, 2 Emmys, 2 Directors Guild Awards, 4 Sundance Awards and 4 Independent Spirit Awards. Adam teaches at UC Berkeley's Haas School of Business. Adam began his career in theatre; he was the first professional dramaturg in the United States outside of New York City, and he was one of the founders of the Los Angeles Theatre Center, where he produced more than 300 plays, music, dance, and other events. Adam is CEO of Entertainment Media Partners, a company that navigates creative entrepreneurs through the Hollywood system and beyond, and a keynote speaker. Adam is the former president of National Geographic Films and senior Walt Disney Studios executive. He has also served in senior capacities at CreativeFuture, a non-profit organization that advocates for the creative community. Adam is is the author of ‘Inside Track for Independent Filmmakers ’ and co-author of the all-in-one resource for college students and emerging filmmakers 'Filmmaking in Action: Your Guide to the Skills and Craft' (Macmillan). (Photo by Jordan Ancel)