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Two weeks ago, I was kicked out of a Facebook group devoted to discussing Season Three of Hulu’s The Handmaid’s Tale. It is still unclear to me why I was ejected, as I never received a warning from a moderator or even a private message. I went to check on a comment I had left on the page earlier in the day and discovered that not only was I unable to find the thread I had started, I couldn’t locate the group or its notifications in my history. I was completely disappeared.

The criticisms I posted about the show weren’t new; I’ve written twice now about The Handmaid’s Tale since the show premiered, seasons one and two, and I continue to express my frustration about the show’s treatment of race — or lack thereof. To some, Bruce Miller’s decision to blind-cast his series based on Margaret’s Atwood’s 1985 novel was admirable. Miller claimed to be committed to diversity, appalled, in 2017, at the idea of creating an all-white show.

I wanted to give Miller and his team the benefit of the doubt, and like someone in an abusive relationship, I’ve continued to come back to The Handmaid’s Tale hoping that it would have a moment of insight and become the show it might have been all along; a drama that would include examples of white and black female resistance. I hadn’t anticipated writing about the series a third time — twice was more than enough to make my point — but what I saw in the episode that premiered last night was disturbing on so many levels, so antithetical to what I know about black women, both historically and from what I have seen in my own life, that I feel the show has now become a tool to be weaponized against women of color.

Atwood’s novel about a dystopian society in which the religious right has run amok is a beautiful elegy to one woman’s battle against despair. In the theocratic society of Gilead, in which women are ritualistically raped by the State and forced to conceive as “handmaids”, we meet a woman whose daughter has been stolen from her. The character as written by Atwood — we never learn her name in the novel — is brave in subtly subversive ways. Her resistance is mostly internal, psychological. With her freedom constricted and her body controlled in every way, she resists Gilead as an imprisoned artist or abused child does — she ferociously protects her imagination. She maintains her sanity through her greatest asset: her ability to remember her past. The book moves the reader with its intrusions of the life she once knew, reconciled with the life she is now forced to live. We see the way memory ambushes, and the horror of watching evil normalized as well as the exhaustion of living in a constant state of bewilderment.

Miller’s conceit was that Atwood’s handmaid, named June in the TV series, has a best friend, a husband and a daughter who are black. An intriguing, potentially profound choice — in the right hands. Miller’s dilemma is that he never conceived of a way to integrate these black American characters into Atwood’s fundamentalist society. Finally exasperated, oblivious or both, Miller threw up his hands and chose not to explore racism in Gilead at all. Miller lets race ride, and despite the great talent on the screen, both behind and in front of the camera, the show, founded on this bedrock of disbelief, suffers greatly for it. A fundamentalist Christian American society conceived without racism might as well have dancing unicorns, winged horses, and magic flying carpets. It is the stuff of fantasy, child’s play.

The Handmaid’s Tale is mesmerizing television, but no one is able to answer — and believe me, I’ve asked — how we got from a contemporary America with the likes of Fox News, Ann Coulter and Sean Hannity to a society in which racism is completely eradicated. We are meant to assume that black handmaids are encouraged to sleep with white commanders during the fertility ceremony while their white wives lie beneath him.

In Atwood’s novel, blacks, or “the Children of Ham”, were exiled to the Outer Hebrides of Gilead and used for slave labor. Homosexuals were criminalized and hanged, older women, no longer useful for Gilead’s reproductive purposes or punished for their feminist activism in the past, were worked to death in concentration camps called the “Colonies.” Atwood was very clear in her novel about the agenda of Gilead’s architects, their commitment to genocide, and what they believed about race, gender, and sexual orientation. Miller not so much.

Race was obviously a problem in the first season of The Handmaid’s Tale, and many voices weighed in early, expressing their exasperation with the show. The problem was that black women, with the exception of Moira, the best friend, were too often seen but not heard. This might have worked if everyone in the cast were cowed and silent — women of all different races and sexual orientations organizing with each other in whispers — but under Miller’s conception, June is a different kind of handmaid than in the book — outspoken, outraged, a rebel. And alone.

She is also, oddly, a life coach, motivational speaker and teacher, reminding women of color about why they must resist oppression. In the first season, she shames and speechifies at a visiting ambassador from Mexico, begging her to provide some underground help. The woman declines, and we as an audience immediately feel contempt for the character. There is no attempt to understand her previous history, no conversation about how she might once have been harmed by racism or Americans — “Where were you when we needed your help?” — or the risks she might face. No acknowledgment of the power issues between the two women, now in Gilead and once upon a time. Miller isn’t interested in this kind of nuanced perspective. The show tells us that Ambassador Castillo is a mean lady and that when the chips are down, Latinas have no desire to resist. One may be tempted at this point to say, “She’s just one flawed Latina in the series, what about the others?” Answer: there are no others.

Several episodes later, June gives her black lesbian friend Moira a pep talk on resistance and why she needs Moira not to give in to patriarchy. At this point, it should have been clear to the writers that the show was getting out of hand with its white paternalism, but viewers were encouraged to hang in there — Season Two promised to be better.

On the subject of race, the second season was, devastatingly, worse than the first. Not only had Miller not solved the problem, he hadn’t even approached it. Season Two was filled with walk-on supporting roles for women of color, characters we meet and never see again, or a silent Greek chorus of black, Asian and Latina victims, experiencing the same torture and persecution as the white women and all without saying a word.

In several of the discussion groups I visited, viewers were becoming exasperated at June’s sassiness; it seemed that whenever the show needed her to be feisty it bent the rules to accommodate her. Miller didn’t seem to realize that his choices weren’t making June more heroic, but just succeeded in making her more white. Under his eye, the Republic of Gilead, where punishments are swift, brutal, and often grotesque, seemed to be less of a dystopia and more of a secret society, in which spunky white women were given second and third chances as long as, when they committed their crimes, their hearts were in the right place.

The series’ creators could have made a different choice. Orange is the New Black used their privileged white female character as a Trojan horse to tell the stories of the black, Latin and working-class white women inside Litchfield prison; when Piper Chapman’s storyline began to run out of steam and someone in the writers’ room figured out that the women of color around her were far more interesting than she was —that they could only take the fish-out-of-water, Private-Benjamin, entitled-white-princess-in-over-her-head theme so far — the writers pulled back the focus on Piper and made her part of the ensemble.

Hulu’s The Handmaid’s Tale, however, seems even more determined in Season Two to keep the juicy plotlines firmly in the hands of the same white female characters — June, Emily, Janine, Serena, Aunt Lydia. The show is so greedy, in fact, some of the white characters get the same plotlines twice. Miller might have focused, even briefly, on what the black handmaids experienced in a white Commander’s house, what a transgender woman’s reality looks like in Gilead, what stereotypes an Asian or a Latin woman would be forced to contend with. But one must conclude now, after close to thirty episodes, that he and his writers simply aren’t interested. So we watch June plot her third, fourth, fifteenth escape.

As Season Two reached its final episode, I argued in the discussion groups that it was important in the times we live in for younger generations to appreciate the intersectional dynamics of racism, gender inequality and violence against the LGBTQ community. (Now I’m starting to think that they already get it and we’re the ones who need educating.) Often, when you look at the lawmakers who attack difference of any kind, they are the usual suspects — defending police brutality and denying gay rights while trying to end reproductive freedom for women. But I was told several times, and in some cases by people I respect, that race was just too much to deal with on The Handmaid’s Tale, that sexism and homophobia were enough, and if I didn’t like it, go create my own show.

Now, it may not be my place, as a gay man of color, to comment on “white feminism” or feminism of any kind. But, from reading black feminist scholars, I am aware that the idea of eradicating sexism first, racism second, and the passive-aggressive, and sometimes aggressive-aggressive, silencing of black women by white women while in dialogue has been an issue within the feminist movement. There are enough testimonials from black women activists on the frustrations of organizing with white women who refuse to consider their class privilege and race, who become uncomfortable if the voices in the room become “too loud” (translate “too black”), and who try to control every aspect of the dialogue and a black woman’s anger. If they don’t like what they are hearing they either cry or shut the conversation down.

This may seem like a deeply unfair assessment to some, and perhaps the ones who should be criticizing white feminism are other white women. (Nichole Denato and Callie Coker of the podcast Vegan Warrior Princesses Attack, brilliantly deconstruct the problems with June as an entitled white character with great insight and often hilarity.) All I know is that as I began to challenge the show in the third season, I observed a new aggressiveness in the discussion groups until eventually I was kicked out of one. I might have understood being thrown out if my tone had been bullying or if I was “mansplaining” to everyone. But I merely expressed my frustration that the black female characters on the show were underused. I couldn’t help but observe the irony that I was silenced as a black gay man in a Facebook group about a TV show where people are silenced by the government for speaking out. It seemed that some of The Handmaid’s Tale discussion groups were turning into mini-Gileads run by Aunt Lydias. I was definitely feeling the cattle prod.

The advice, “If you don’t like it, don’t watch”, may seem like an easy remedy for the constantly frustrated viewer, but the problem is this: my “not watching” The Handmaid’s Tale wouldn’t change what was happening in these groups, nor would it affect the impact the show has had on our culture and around the world. Prior to the show’s airing, but especially in this cultural moment, when a group of women dress up in handmaids’ costumes and attend a rally, a political hearing, or stand on courthouse steps, it is a stunning, horrific image. The Handmaid as a cultural symbol has become iconic and represents the attack on women’s bodies and how a totalitarian society can appear almost overnight when we aren’t hypervigilant about the dissolution of our civil rights.

As Margaret Atwood is listed as an executive producer, one has to wonder in which ways she may be complicit in the changes we’ve seen. Fortunately, her novel is so emotionally powerful and true that I returned to it recently and realized that Bruce Miller’s corruption barely made a dent. I still believe in the woman of that story: I trust her and love her. And I believe in what The Handmaid’s Tale stands for, I just don’t like the way the show is being executed.

Which is why I continue to be fascinated by the conversations taking place around this show. And while I believe there are those who are critical about the choices the writers and June as a character makes, the series enables the majority of its viewers to stay firmly entrenched in their white privilege. This would be sad, but not surprising, if the series were based on different book, but Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale didn’t romanticize whiteness at the expense of black women’s history. And it didn’t go out of its way deliberately to harm them, as the series now does.

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This season we have been introduced to a black handmaid who is probably considered by most viewers to be a “kool-aid” drinker, a “company” woman, Ofmatthew, played by actress Ashleigh LaThrop. Ofmatthew is pious, judgmental, knows her Scripture and has convinced herself that she doesn’t mind that Gilead has taken her children away from her. She’s already conceived several times and is now pregnant again. She stands in stark contrast to June, who we know has foiled an escape attempt and put other characters in danger in her determination to see her only daughter and one day get her back.

Ofmatthew is presented without irony, and she’s annoying as fuck —she’s the student in high school who rubs it in, reminding you when you fail the test that there was plenty of time to study and that she began reading the asssignment three weeks ago. I prayed that this character would reveal an ironic, nuanced side, as I just couldn’t imagine that Miller & Co. would serve us this abominable black person after we’d been starving for authentic representation on the show for years.

I don’t need Cleopatra Jones, by the way, for me to be satisfied with a black female character, karate-chopping and shooting her way to glory. And I don’t want to suggest that every black woman must be portrayed heroically, because that means falling into a different trap. There are black women all over the world who are addicted to religion, who have been brainwashed or who use the church to mitigate their own pain and to harm others. But I wanted someone I could empathize with, root for, created with the same sensitivity afforded characters like Emily and Janine. Given the history of enslaved black women in this country and black women who have had to protect their children from everything from malnutrition to street violence to police brutality, I found it incredible that Bruce Miller found the one black woman in the world who seemed delighted to give her children away. (There are suggestions that Ofmatthew is traumatized, but she never reveals herself, she never lets her guard down. She is a pariah amongst the other women: the moment anyone tries to connect, she goes into “Stepford” mode.)

Because there is no racism in Gilead, or appreciation of the trauma that comes from surviving a racist past, June feels no compunction at all for her hatred towards this black woman. Surprisingly, even with a black husband and best friend, June seems to have no empathy whatsoever for Ofmatthew, who, if she is as heinous as portrayed, must be deeply disturbed. Instead, June tells her as they part company one afternoon: “Bite me.” In Atwood’s Gilead, even the remotest suggestion of insurrection, of disbelief, the slightest hesitation after one of their Christian slogans (“Blessed Be The Fruit”, “May The Lord Open”) can lead to devastating consequences. June and the writers seem to have forgotten she exists in a totalitarian society and speaks instead as if she were in a touring company of the musical “Grease.”

In the latest episode, “Under His Eye”, June enlists the help of the Martha who works in the house where her daughter is being raised by another family. June has been told to stay away, but she convinces the Martha, a terrified, mousy black woman, to help her. This is the second Martha of color we’ve seen who has a case of the shakes; another Martha in a previous episode, I believe of Indian descent, is also a hot mess; she gets yelled at and ridiculed for being a clutzburger, for dropping things and not moving fast enough.

The plan to see June’s child is so maladroitly carried out (and so badly written) that it is no wonder that everyone involved gets caught. June, whose part of the plan is too contrived to be detailed here, comes home when it falls flat and once again gets to tell everyone, including her commander, exactly what she is thinking, regardless of consequences. Miller has maintained some of June’s internal dialogue from the book in his series, but I have no idea why it’s necessary — most of the time June says whatever she thinks, to whomever she wants, whenever she wants. She may be Gilead’s single case of Tourette’s.

The black Martha involved in the plot is discovered for her role and hanged. There is no “give me liberty or give me death” in her state-sanctioned murder; she is just as sniveling and quaking as she was when she reluctantly agreed to help. It’s a tiny pathetic death without grandeur, and much too graphic. Her mouth is covered while she screams in terror: this scene might have been directed by Eli Roth, from his Hostel torture-porn films. We discover that the woman who has turned her in is Ofmatthew. And while there may be a show that can handle the lethal betrayal of a black woman by another, instead of the sisterhood that many black women count on in real life to survive, this show ain’t it.

Meanwhile, June, who hatched the disastrous plot, one of many, watches as another person of color is sacrificed to her entitlement, ineptitude and bad planning. (You may recall a father of color, who was punished by death in Season Two.) June discovers that the family with her kidnapped daughter has relocated, their whereabouts known. Her reaction to the Martha’s death is cold — she seems outraged that this woman was stupid enough to bungle the plan and get herself caught and killed.

As the women walk away from the hanging, Ofmatthew says something self-righteous that reveals she is the snitch, the real reason June’s daughter is gone. The camera freezes and we realize that with all the rage pent up in June, she’s going to attack this black woman.

We’ve been waiting for this release for weeks now, we’re eager to watch Ofmatthew get her smug little ass kicked. The scene is set up in the same way that countless scenes have been set up in movies to release an audience’s misogyny, to feed their desire for violence against women. You know the kind; a woman in the movie just won’t shut up during a fight, she goes on and on about how worthless her husband is, how unsuccessful, how little money he makes, how he’s a terrible father, and finally, she does the unforgivable: she laughs at his penis. He slaps or punches or kills her and the audience cheers because they’ve been encouraged to cheer. We’ve seen this scene in everything from Tyler Perry’s films to the final scene in Fatal Attraction. Glenn Close was committed to a nuanced portrayal of the character Alex Forrest rather than a feminist “psycho”, but the producers of the film changed the original ending and were more interested in what has now been referred to as a “Kill the Bitch” climax. When Ofmatthew gloats, not over snitching for a minor infraction like catching someone shoplifting but for her role in the death of another black woman, June asks, “What did you do?” in a tone that sounds like the Clint Eastwood iconic growl from Sudden Impact: “Make my Day.”

In a moment of blind fury (“Do you know what you did, you fucking bitch!”), June flips out and starts to choke Ofmatthew, pushing her to the end of the bridge. She doesn’t take her hands off her until the other handmaids intervene. Miller has come up with his own variation on a theme: “Kill the Black Bitch.” The audience has been hyped-up since we met Ofmatthew to share June’s fury. Now some on social media want her dead.

If you doubt this, “Under His Eye” aired exactly three hours from the time of this writing and I have already observed on Twitter and Facebook the posts expressing their rage at Ofmatthew, that she deserved more than she got, that they can’t wait to tune in next week to see what else June has in store for her, etc. One post by a woman reads, with a picture of Ashleigh LaThrop as Ofmatthew, “Hang the bitch. Choke her out.”

These viewers are enraged and bloodthirsty, like the women in the book who tear a “rapist” (read political dissident) apart limb from limb during the “salvaging” scene. It is quite extraordinary: Miller has taken a classic novel which I considered to be sympathetic to the experiences of enslaved woman of color around the world and created a macho TV show that has inspired a social media lynch mob to attack a single black woman.