This is how the writing on Mad Men can be so sagacious and imaginative about life in America for one set of characters and so casually insulting for another — not because its mastermind, Matthew Weiner, is a racist but because auteurist television is capacious and permissive enough to subscribe to the institutions of racism, the racism you sense, the racism you breathe, the racism that makes you turn to your friend and say, “That just happened, right?” There is n-word racism. Then there are the lingering, toxic particles that centuries of n-word racism leave in the air. We all breathe them, but we don’t always like to talk about it. So it is heresy to mention that, say, the strategic use of Planet of the Apes in the same Mad Men episode that featured Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination might itself be heretical. It’s still hard to talk about negative depictions of race in culture without comments sections and Twitter feeds turning infernal. We’re breathing the same air, and yet we’re not.
From Wesley Morris in Grantland with “Strange Fruitvale”.