The best Luke Cage and his friends can do is cite Malcolm X - a criminal, ex-con, and disseminator of racial hatred dressed up into a fake religion for whom a boulevard is named - , Adam Clayton Powell - a corrupt politician - , and Crispus Attucks - a child of an African slave and an Indian woman whose legal status, slave or free, is uncertain.
There is a park named after Marcus Garvey, who at one time urged blacks in the US (the whole Western Hemisphere?) to take ship and return to Africa.
There, they could have joyful reunions with black African people whose ancestors had enslaved their ancestors, and sold them to be shipped to the Americas in unimaginably awful conditions.
All the same, it's an excellent series with several fine actors and actresses you don't see very much of.
The wife and I binge watched the first 5 episodes last night.
Such hostility towards whites as the characters voiced was casual, rare, and muted.
A degree of race loyalty and promotion was repeatedly on view that far exceeds anything Trump has even remotely suggested, and would be immediately and even savagely denounced if seen among whites.
But we're all used to that stuff.
Update, 10/3/16, 1336 hrs EDT.
Several times in the early episodes, Luke and other good guy types, women as well as men, dwelt on the importance of black children and black people in general seeing a black man working.
The conversation was usually at first about Luke working two jobs and still just barely making his rent, both part time and under the table, one sweeping up in Pop's Barber Shop and the other washing dishes and glasses in a Harlem nightclub.
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