We discuss the disparities in pay and resources for Black and brown storytellers and artists.

But what we don't discuss enough is the fact that most white gatekeepers simply don't understand non-white narratives and artistry. But they still own most of the access.

My agent recently turned in a proposal for my second book, a non-fiction reflection on the tragedy and triumph of being Black in America during the last few years.

Essays, letters, poetry -- a Black man's journal of sorts.

The entries in the "journal" discuss my uncle passing alone in a men's home, the trials and tribulations of being a presidential surrogate in 2020, struggle to help people during covid-19, the journey of therapy, etc.

The Black editors it was sent to made offers for the book.

I had no trouble getting Black editors to understand the vision or voice.

Every white editor turned it down. They lauded the writing, calling it amazing, beautiful, etc.

They couldn't "see an audience for it", or didn't think people would want to "relive" some of the moments.

Essentially, they didn't think white people would read it.

Whether true or not, this underlines the idea that many editors, producers, directors, studios, etc think there isn't merit in non-white narratives if they don't appeal to white audiences. As if we aren't an audience.

It's no coincidence that my offers came from people who look like me and see the value of our stories, without meeting a quota or fitting an ideal.

How many Black or brown stories aren't being told because they don't align with white gaze?