OPINION: Even though Raquel is trying to step out of the game, Kanan is planting the seeds for a budding empire — Ghost and Tommy will thank him later.
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Kanan and Famous still live like people who need to call their parents — though Raq got Kanan a car that makes zero sense for his living situation, but what do I know? — but an opportunity opens up. Some random dude moves into the crib down the hallway and runs a courier service for goods through the five boroughs. Let’s not worry about the logistics of a bunch of kids on scooters shooting around the five boroughs delivering cookies and boxes of paper. In the “Power” Universe, anything is possible. Anywho, Kanan realizes that he has a plug and with this new courier dude, he has distribution so might as well put it together and create a system where they “make money, make make, make money … Southside.” That’s a reference to the show’s theme song. You’re welcome. Anywho, Kanan looks to be getting into business, and well, I can’t wait to see how Raq responds when somehow, some way this all goes awry.
Speaking of going awry, former Det. Shannon Burke’s co-workers in the New York Police Department all think she committed suicide because Det. Howard is a terrible human who is quite successfully playing both sides of the fence right now. He speaks at her funeral service and says all the nice things about her, continuing to throw ALL the people off his scent as a culprit in her death AND that he’s basically helping the drug dealers because his son, a drug dealer who tried to kill him, needs protection. You know, I feel like Howard needs a hug — this cannot POSSIBLY end well for him and imagine having to play ALL of the sides to keep himself, Raq and Kanan protected. I don’t know how he’s going to die but Det. Howard is going to die and will be forgotten to the annals of the New York City streets.
Last but not least, I need to say some words about Marvin. Listen, Marvin is my favorite person on this show. Marvin has exhibited growth as a human and a father. The way he has tried to be more present and actually talk to and be available for Jukebox is admirable. He still fumbles it often, but you can tell he’s trying, and you can tell that he cares. He’s just a street-hardened dude who is as ride-or-die as they come. This is why I appreciate him — when Stefano tells Raq that Sal has to go, Marvin gets the call, steals a mail truck and kills Sal — at his kid’s christening. Like, of all the ways to send a message, a daylight killing at a church at a christening is some cold-hearted street stuff. And because Marvin is such a G, he still manages to get away (for now). I really could not enjoy a character more because he has zero identity issues; he knows exactly who he is, and he operates from that space in all interactions, positive and negative. He should be dead but he ain’t and that’s because he’s one of Southside’s realest shooters. If and when Uncle Marvin dies, I will be very, very sad. Please keep him around. K? Thanks.
Also, I really enjoyed hearing Nas’ “Halftime” in the club when Unique and his super scary brother Ronnie were in there chillin’. I have no idea whose life Ronnie is about to ruin, but it’s about to be spectacular. I can’t wait.
Panama Jackson is a columnist at theGrio. He writes very Black things, drinks very brown liquors, and is pretty fly for a light guy. His biggest accomplishment to date coincides with his Blackest accomplishment to date in that he received a phone call from Oprah Winfrey after she read one of his pieces (biggest), but he didn’t answer the phone because the caller ID said: “Unknown” (Blackest).
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