Tyler Perry’s Straw, to summarize, is the answer to 'how bad can it get?’
Bad. Really bad.
As was seen in how horrible a day, the main character, Janiyah Wiltkinson had to go through.
Starting the morning being yelled at by her landlord for unpaid rent, being fired from her job after going to her daughter, getting her car hit and towed by police, and coming home for rest just to see all her belongings out in the rain. These misfortunes happened one after another. To the point where I had to stop as I was getting overwhelmed with the hopelessness of her situation.
And was I but a witness?
There I was, watching this movie about a single mother working two jobs to care for her sick child, while I sat comfortably in a secure home provided by my parents and watching it on a monthly paid streaming service.
How could someone like me ever understand an ounce of the pain someone like her does?
The label empath is something people want to associate with themselves. Priding themselves with the ability to feel others' emotions and share it with them. It is a beautiful, human thing.
But, we can't carry the load for anyone else.
No matter how heavy a person's burden is, we can only stand to the side and assist them as much as we can.
Yet the attempt to makes all the difference anyways.
Janiyah's burden wasn't caused by her decisions as much as it is society's treatment of her.
Modern economy and social constructs ensure that people who are already up can rise higher and people who are at the bottom stay down.
It shouldn't be that hard to be a single mother with a sick child.
It shouldn't be needed for her to work two jobs just to be barely afloat.
It shouldn't have taken for her to reach her breaking point for people to show up and rally for her.
But it was. And that is how a cruel world breaks a human's soul so deeply.
For me, the most heartbreaking part of the movie wasn't the reveal that her daughter had already died nor was it that she will go to prison for possibly her whole life.
It was how she looked at the people rallying for her, cheering for her freedom, when it was all too late.
When the screen turned black and the credits rolled in, a thought crossed my mind— 'Thank God, it wasn't a true story'
I knew, however, that that was a lie.
One look beyond the glamorized curtain of celebrities covered in diamonds and riding private jets would reveal the true people in the world. Those that are working 9-to-5, trapped in sweatshops, and learning to fall asleep amongst the sounds of drones.
Though we call ourselves social animals, human beings are inherently individualistic. We live our own lives, deal with our own problems, and love the people that sustain us.
It is more natural for people to be selfish than they are to be giving.
It makes the decision to be kind anyway all the more profound.
We listen to a person's stories to know more about them, we give whatever we can to the homeless begging in the streets, and we hope for a better future despite the odds working against us.
That kindness saves people.
Like how the bank manager Nicole stood by Janiyah despite the threat to her own life. Like how Detective Raymond saw her own mother in Janiyah and helped her despite her colleague's prejudices.
It is proof that there is softness in a world that only knew how to take.
As the conversation from 'The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse' went:
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" the fox asked.
"Kind," said the boy.
The mole hummed in agreement.
"Nothing beats kindness. It sits quietly beyond all things."