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Multiracial Companionship: Bring It On (2000)

Bring It On is a film focusing on the new captain of the predominantly white Ranche Carne Toros cheer team, Torrance Shipman(Kirsten Dunst). The Toros have won the national championship five years in a row and Torrance, as captain, is determined to get the team to win for the sixth year however, unbeknownst to her the previous cheer captain ‘Big Red’ has been plagiarizing cheers from the predominantly Black and Latino cheer team, the East Compton High Clovers. The Clovers, led by their captain, Isis(Gabrielle Union) will be competing in Nationals for the first time so the Toros are forced to confront their unoriginal and illegitimate skills while coming up with their own cheers comparable to the very squad they relied on for the past five years.

There is a clear intention of this film, and that is to display the aspects of cultural appropriation, which is “the unacknowledged or inappropriate adoption of the customs, practices, ideas, etc. of one people or society by members of another and typically more dominant people or society”-- in this case, it is the Toros appropriating the cheers of the Clovers.

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Isis's confrontation with Torrance forces her to face the fact that they have been cheating the past five years and their status of the ‘best’ has been based on complete lies. In this way, I sis as a black woman is acting as the vehicle for the white characters epiphany/character arc. Furthermore, Isis prevents Torrance from compensating for her guilt by declining the money Torrance got her father to sponsor the Clovers to go to Nationals with.

The Toros do not win the national competition but are second to the Clovers. Rightfully so, however there were audiences that were disappointed in the outcome. Probably because they wanted the white group to win or because they love an underdog story; but the true underdogs of Bring It On are the Clovers–the ones who really got no spotlight and were in only a third of the film…

I think it is also worth it to mention that the only people who were against using the plagiarized cheers were all characters who have been ‘othered’ in a certain way. Torrance, the captain who has a sense of guilt and responsibility over the situation, Les, the only gay character in the film, and Missy, who was known as the ‘rebellious’ character through depictions of her crimped hair and fake tattoos.

There is something that Gabrielle Union herself still regrets about this film. As the only Black person in the table reading, she was able to work with director, Peyton Reed, in modifying the dialogue of the Black characters, which were originally very stereotypical. However in doing so, Union felt as if she did a disservice to Isis’s character, as she restricted her from properly expressing her frustration and anger over the Toros constant theft of their cheers which brought them five national trophies.

“We’ll call it even. I thought you had to give them grace in the face of the thievery. You had every right to ask them to come forward publicly about what they had done, seek forgiveness, and work toward justice. But I made you educate, yet again, people who absolutely know better and still refuse to do better.”

“I thought surrender was “class.” I didn’t know that I could give you “class” and dignity while also being very clear about holding people accountable. Beating them up may have been beneath you, but I wish I had even allowed you to be angry. To not muzzle any of that rage, including the justifiable anger of your teammates.”

Black people always have to take the high road to avoid stereotypes such as being “angry” or “aggressive.” The Clovers were not seen as villains but there are some Black viewers who felt they did not stand up for themselves well enough.

Questions:

How would Bring It On be different if Isis had more openly expressed her anger?

Do you think Torrance would have had this urge of making things right if she did not have the role of cheer captain?

How do you see white fragility manifesting in this film?

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┆𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖬𝖠𝖳･｡ﾟ — 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

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┆𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲･｡ﾟ— 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖮𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗃𝗈𝖻.

┆𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤𝖲･｡ﾟ— 𝖬𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.

⇾ 𝖥𝖾𝗓𝖼𝗈 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 || 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

⇾ 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 || 𝖭𝖾𝗑𝗍

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨𝖷🦋: 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖮𝗇 𝖠 𝖥𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇

𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 and Maddy could care fucking less as long as she didn’t have her lover Nate Jacobs. After the incident at school yesterday, her mother pressed charges against him. She felt like her world shattered, and she had no one to turn to in her desperate times. Maddy couldn’t believe her mother would do something like that to the boy she loved. But her mother didn’t care that her daughter’s boyfriend was behind bars. I mean, it’s what he deserves for bruising her neck.

That night Maddy and her mother argued so bad that she had to leave and take a walk to calm down. She then met a man that piqued her interest. He seemed to be of Spanish descent from hearing his accent. Although she didn’t want to admit it, Maddy enjoyed her time with him. She liked that he treated her with kindness and as a human being, unlike Nate.

After Mauricio dropped her off, she honestly couldn’t stop thinking about him. Suddenly Nate called her and asked her to meet him on the other side of town at a hotel, so she agreed. Their relationship is toxic with a capital T. Filled with demeaning words and out-of-control emotions. In reality, not only did Nate need help, but so did Maddy.

But with Maddy being the girl who had daddy issues, she believed any word Nate would tell her. So when Nate called her asking her to go to a Halloween party with him, she was happy to accompany him. After all, she did "love" him, and he "loved" her, and they'd do anything for one another. Isn't that what love is about?

At Ophelia's house, the girls were excited. Ophelia, Nikole, and Ariah were dressed as the East Compton Clovers, as they said the other day. Zielle was the Good Guy doll from Chucky, Milan and Quincy were Fred and Wilma from the Flintstones. Then Yara and Demarion dressed as pirates, and she looked damn good. Journey was a sexy police officer with a pair of furry handcuffs, and Serenity was a cute ninja.

All the girls put thought into their costumes, except for Dajon, Mauricio, Andre, Dominik, and Braylen, who decided not to dress up as anything.

"We look good bitches!!" Nikole yelled at the top of her lungs.

Nikole and the girls began taking pictures of each other, laughing at each other posing. As they make their way down the stairs, the voice of Mrs. Higgins stops them.

"Wait? Wait! I want to take pictures of you girls. You look so cute." Ophelia's mother beamed with excitement as she eyed the girls.

"Mom, c'mon, we're gonna be late," Ophelia whined, already wanting to be at the party. She wanted to see her man and maybe suck his dick while she was there.

"Oh hush and stop whning." Mrs. Higgins shushed her daughter, wagging her hand at her. She disappeared from the foyer to the living room and then returned with her camera. "Alright, you ladies pose for me."

Ophelia rolled her eyes and posed with her friends as her mother took pictures of them. They did different poses and made silly faces. When Mrs. Higgins finished taking photos of her daughter and friends, the group made their way to the cars and headed to the party.

As the group walked into the house, the music playing was okay, but it could be better.

"Nah fuck this man. I got to DJ." Braylen said, shaking his head, having heard enough of the lame music.

"You go show them how to play music, bae," Nikole said, hyping up her man.

While Braylen went to add his taste to music, the group split up. Ophelia walked toward the back, where she knew Fezco would be. When she got outside, she found Fezco talking with Rue.

"Aye, go, Clovers!" Rue yelled with excitement, making Fezco look at her. He had to admit Ophelia looked so cute in her costume.

Fezco wanted her to be his little cheerleader. He didn't know what it was, but he wanted nothing more than to bend her over and rip her panties to shred when Ophelia was wearing a skirt. That's if she's wearing any underneath. Now that piqued Fezco's interest. As he stared at his girl, he bitted his head to the side and pondered if she was wearing any panties under that green skirt.

"And you know it." Ophelia smiled, doing a twirl for her cousin. Fezco caught a glimpse of the black thong that peeked out from between her cheeks.

"Isn't that the rivals from that one cheer movie?" Fezco asked, looking at Rue and Ophelia.

"Yea, from Bring It On." Ophelia nodded, taking a seat next to him.

Fezco wrapped his arm around Ophelia's neck and brought her into a kiss. As Rue watched on, she longed for affection like that from someone that cared for her as Fezco did Ophelia. When her father died, she felt like she had lost a part of herself and her best friend. Rue felt as if no one understood what she was going through mentally. The only person who she felt was there for her was Ophelia.

And for that, Rue owed a lot to Ophelia. Ophelia was her cousin, but she was also someone Rue looked up to for guidance and support. At one point in time, Rue was jealous of Ophelia. She was envious of her lifestyle, her friends, and the fact that she had people that would have her back. Rue always wanted something like that of her own.

"Who all did you bring with you?" Fezco asked as Ophelia took the blunt from him and took a hit.

"Everyone." She replied, blowing the smoke out.

"Is Andre with you?" Rue asked, looking at her cousin.

"Yea, he's inside with the guys." Her cousin replied, nodding her head. Rue stood up and walked inside the house, leaving Ophelia outside with Fezco.

As Rue maneuvers her way inside, pushing the bodies of high teens, she finds that tall white boy full of tattoos named Andre. He had an ugly blonde skank on his lap, and Rue felt jealousy hit her as she stared at them flirting.

"Hey, Andre," Rue said, getting the boy's attention. He and the blonde looked up at her, and the girl looked at Rue in disgust.

"What do you want?" The blonde girl dressed as a cat in a black tight leather fit that made her boobs pop out asked Rue looking her up and down.

"Not you. You cheap prostitute fucking cat." Rue fired back, and the girl looked appalled.

Andre laughed, and the girl whipped her head around so fast Rue thought she would've broken her neck. "What? You're not my girl, and I can laugh at you." He shoved the girl off his lap and stood up. "What's up, Rue?"

"Do you have a minute to talk?" Rue asked, nodding her head in the direction of somewhere in the house.

"Sure." Andre nodded, accepting Rue's offer to talk in a quieter place.

The two of them walked out of the house and sat on the front steps of the porch, and Andre pulled out an already rolled up blunt. Rue grinned and handed Andre a lighter. As Andre lit it, he took a puff and passed it to Rue, who did the same.

"I was just thinking about smoking." Rue sighed, passing the blunt to Andre.

"What's going with you?" Andre asked, looking at his friend beside him.

"Do you sometimes feel like your life would turn out differently if a certain event didn't happen?" Rue asked her friend, staring off into the distance.

"Yea, sometimes." Andre nodded, agreeing with Rue. In a way, he could relate to Rue. Growing up, Andre raised himself.

Andre's mother was never home, and his father was a drunk that took out his anger on him. It wasn't until one night that Andre heard his father yelling and raving in the living room, and when he went to investigate to see what was wrong, Andre's father beat him and threw him out of the house to the streets at the age of fourteen. As he walked along the road, Ophelia and her mother happened to drive by him and saw Andre sitting at the bus stop. They took him home that night, and Quinten got Andre into boxing. He owed Ophelia and her family his life because if it weren't for them finding him, he would've killed himself that night.

"I was out back with Fez and Ophelia, and I was staring at them thinking, 'Fuck, I wished I had something like that. Where someone stared at me with so much love and adoration.' You know?" Rue replied, taking another drag of the blunt.

"When I look at Ophelia's parents, I think about mine ya' know?" Andre questioned, nodding his head as Rue passed him the joint. "I sit and sometimes think what my life would be like if my parents weren't how they are."

"Yea, well, at least you have a father," Rue lamented, shrugging her shoulders. It was tough for her to speak of her father, but with Andre, she felt like he understood what she was going through.

"If I'm honest with you, we're in the same boat," Andre spoke with truthfulness. "To this day, I don't know if mine is dead or alive, and at this point in my life, I don't give a fuck."

Hearing Andre speak the truth about his father, Rue wrapped her arm around the tallboy, and he did the same. They just stayed in each other's arms, staring up at the night sky. The stars are shining bright.

Meanwhile, Ophelia was on her knees, taking Fezco's cock down her hot and wet throat inside one of the bathrooms. Fezco had his finger threaded in her long black wavy hair as she sucked the soul out of his body. She glanced up at him, seeing Fezco had his eyes closed and his head thrown back in ecstasy.

Ophelia wrapped her hand around him, stroking Fez as she held onto his thigh with her free hand.''Shit, ma, you got a nice throat." Fezco groaned as she took his down her throat again before pulling away, leaving saliva strings.

The girl giggled as she continued to stroke his dick. Ophelia was sucking him so good she had his toes curling like a female in his shoes. He had his hand on her head as she bobbed back and forth with a twist of her hand. Fezco couldn't believe what was going on. One minute they talked outside. The next, she pushed him against the sink and sank to her knees.

Ophelia didn't mind sucking Fezco's dick. Hell, she could do it all night long with that's what Fez wanted. Something about the way he stared at her when they were outside made the whore in her jump out and attack. She had to have him right then and there. With the way Ophelia was slurping him up like a slushy on a summer day, he knew he wouldn't last long like this.

Fezco moved his hips, meeting Ophelia's mouth and hand strokes, groaning as he threw his head back against the mirror. He could feel that knot inside of him forming, and he knew it wouldn't take much for him to reach his end. Ophelia pulled away with saliva on her chin as she looked up at Fez and stroked him in her hand.

"Are you going to cum for me, daddy?" Ophelia whispered innocently as she stared into those blue eyes of Fez's and licked around his head.

"Fuck ma, don't stop," Fezco replied, groaning as he felt that knot within him tightening.

"As you wish, daddy." Ophelia giggled sweetly, batting her eyelashes. She wrapped her left hand around his hard cock and started stroking him. Double-handed with a twist motion of her wrists.

Ophelia was a slut for Fezco, especially when she had his dick in her mouth. She reveled in the sounds of her man's moans that bounced off the walls with the music playing downstairs. The more she sucked on his dick, the tighter that know in him got. With one twist of her wrists, Fezco groaned, coming, and Ophelia was quick to catch it in her mouth. Fezco's toes curled, and his body jerked as Ophelia milked him for every last drop.

He grabbed the back of her head, and she took the sign to pull away. As Ophelia stood to her feet, Fezco grabbed her by the throat and brought her in for a sensual kiss. He loved that she was a freak and didn't give a fuck about who knew.

When Ophelia pulled away from the kiss, she bit her lip as Fezco stared at her. "Don't ever say I don't satisfy you." Fezco playfully rolled his eyes. The pair fixed themselves, and as she walked ahead of him, he gave her ass a good slap before exiting the bathroom and making their way back to the party.

However, Mauricio sat outside in the back, finishing the last of his blunt before entering the house. He could hear people cheering and chanting Nate's name. As he stood off to the side, he watched said bitch hoist, Maddy, up onto the counter and kiss her lips. In his head, Mauricio was thinking, how could she go back to the abusive coward? Nate choked you and marked up your neck.

It can't be love, can it? Love doesn't do a person like that. It doesn't degrade someone, bring them down, or make them feel less than. Love lifts a person and makes them feel loved, cherished, and wanted. As Mauricio stared at the couple, he met Maddy's brown eyes. She held n unknown emotion on her face as they locked eyes.

Mauricio didn't know what Maddy was thinking, but he knew one thing. He was determined to have Maddy leave Nate and treat her how a woman should be treated. He would cherish the ground she walked on and love on her every second of the day.

Ophelia and the girls find their way into the kitchen for another drink when they see Nate and Maddy cuddled up on the counter. She had a disgusted look on her face as she watched them.

"I can feel myself acting petty as fuck." Ophelia smirked as she looked at the girls.

"Girl, don't do it." Nikole grinned, shaking her head.

"Too late." She replied, clearing her throat." As Ophelia turned her head, she saw Nate staring at her with rage in his eyes. "So when did they let you out? Or did mommy and daddy pay your bond?"

Hearing her say that, Maddy turned around and came face to face with Ophelia. The girl that got Nate locked up in the first place. "Excuse me?"

"I was talking to the woman abuser over here," Ophelia smirked, pointing at Nate.

"Bitch mind your fucking business," Maddy said, giving Ophelia a surprised look.

"First of all, YOU better watch your fucking mouth speaking to me because I'm NOT the one," Ophelia spoke with confidence and a boss bitch attitude. "You…boyfriend is a bitch. He abuses you, and yet you still go back to him. I would've thought locking him up would do you guys some justice, but I guess not."

"Wait, you're the bitch that got Nate locked up?" Maddy gasped, ready to charge at her.

"Mhmm, and I would do it again." The music had stopped, and everyone was staring at them in shock. "And be careful because I'm not going to be too many bitches."

"You got my boyfriend arrested?!" Maddy yelled as her blood boiled.

"Yes, I did. I recorded that video and sent it to the cops." Ophelia nodded her head. "It was a little lesson he had to learn. His actions have consequences."

Maddy scoffed, taking off her hat and earrings, ready to fight Opheli, but Nate was quick to grab her before she could. "No fuck this bitch!"

"Bitch fuck you! You fucking a boy that likes to abuse you. Sit the fuck down, hoe!" Ophelia shouted back. No one held her back. Ophelia didn't want to fight, not because she was scared, but because she knew Maddy would get her shit rocked and probably jump.

No one dared mess with Ophelia ever since she was about to fight Nate at McKay's party when she took up for Jules. "Run up then bitch. You're talking tough shit."

"Bitch you don't want this smoke." Ophelia shook her head as she rolled her eyes. " I will dog walk your ass through this house!"

"Do it then cunt. I'm right here," Maddy shouted, trying to get out of Nate's arms.

"Let her go, Nate. So she can get her shit rocked." Ophelia grinned, tilting her head to the side as she spoke.

"Girl, I know you are not about to fight a bitch over this psycho?" Ariah questioned, and Ophelia shook he had.

"Hell nah, I want to see if she about that life." Ophelia rolled her eyes, grabbing her cup.

Ophelia wasn't pressed at all by Maddy's words or attempts to get out of Nate's arms to get to her. As they walked away, Nikole, Ariah, Journey, Yara, and Milan looked at Maddy and smiled at her with their middle fingers up. The girls decided to sit out in front of the house by their cars and talk. Mauricio walked outside and up to his boss, which got her attention.

"Hey, Mauricio." She smiled, pulling him into a hug.

"Sup O? Can we walk and talk?" Mauricio asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Sure." Ophelia nodded her head. She handed her cup to Nikole and walked down the driveway with her friend. "So, what's up with you?"

"I don't know, but I'm buggin'." Mauricio rubbed his hand over his buzzcut.

"Talk to me," Ophelia said, walking beside him.

"It's about that Maddy girl. I saw her the other night and almost hit her." Mauricio explained, nodding his head. "I saw the bruises on her neck, and when I saw them in the house, it made me mad, honestly."

"I feel you." Ophelia nodded her head, agreeing with the man. "It makes me mad too, but if that's what she wants, then that's the life she wants."

"I know, but I can't help but want to kick his ass. Maddy shouldn't have to put up with a boy like him." Mauricio expressed, shaking his head. "No girl should go through what Nate puts her through."

"I understand that, Mauricio," Ophelia said, nodding her head and agreeing with him. "But you can't help anyone that doesn't want to be helped." What Ophelia said was true, and that sank into his head.

"I wish there was a way to make her understand that she doesn't have to put up with that. There's someone out there who will cherish the ground you walk on." Mauricio expressed sincerely, and Ophelia noticed that.

As he talked about Maddy, she also noted that maybe that person he was speaking of could help and care for Maddy better than Nate was himself. It's been a long time since Ophelia saw Mauricio talk with so much passion about someone. Especially a girl. So she knew that he took a liking to her.

"Listen to me, Mauricio. I don't want you to get your hopes up and hurt yourself." Ophelia spoke, turning to the man, staring into his eyes. "If you do, I might have to kill a bitch."

Hearing that, Mauricio laughed. "I understand."

"Just be careful," Ophelia said, patting her friend's shoulder.

"I will." he nodded his head. Ophelia gave him a soft smile before the two of them walked back to the party and enjoyed the rest of their night.

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