

That’s actually why Mr T adopted his moniker.
I think about my father being called “boy”, my uncle being called “boy”, my brother, coming back from Vietnam and being called “boy”. So I questioned myself: “What does a black man have to do before he’s given respect as a man?” So when I was 18 years old, when I was old enough to fight and die for my country, old enough to drink, old enough to vote, I said I was old enough to be called a man. I self-ordained myself Mr. T, so the first word out of everybody’s mouth is “Mr.”
Everything about that episode is incredible. It absolutely deserved the three Emmy awards it won (best writing, best lead actor, best supporting actress).
I can think of so many more “or shit, the scene where” sentences you could add to that paragraph. It’s just one incredible scene after another. So much happens in such a short time but it doesn’t feel rushed—you just feel things rapidly spiraling out of control in such a visceral way.