Patriotism, the old saying goes, is the last refuge of scoundrels, but I dunno — these days it just might be the first. From Donald Trump to Alex Jones to Larry Elder to Ben Shapiro to the rapidly-growing list of right-wing “shock jocks” dropping over from COVID at a steady clip (hey, who says all the news is bad?), the media landscape is utterly polluted by scurrilous grifters dry-humping Old Glory for a quick buck and tossing her aside until it’s time to milk their audience of lemmings for even more of their hard-earned (unless it was given to them by means of one of those dastardly “gub’mint handouts” they oppose for other people) cash. The ringleaders of this shell game writ large don’t care about America any more than they care about you, of course, but it seems there will always be a ready and willing audience for the most ostentatious displays of mile-wide, inch-deep nationalistic political performance “art” that never have, will, or even can prove a goddamn thing about sincerity of the person putting them on. Hell, even a confirmed non-patriot and absolutely strident anti-nationalist such as myself could place the biggest and most garish flag, a cheesy bald eagle velvet tapestry, and a red, white, and blue backdrop of some sort behind me tomorrow, go on YouTube and declare myself a “Super-Patriot,” and guess what? Somebody, somewhere would believe me. To dust off another moldy oldie, “what do you get when you cross a patriarch and an idiot?” actually seems as accurate today as it was when it was first coined, especially now that the entirety of the “patriot community” is a racket consisting of a handful of hucksters and a whole lot of suckers — and if you aren’t wise to that, then you’re just not wise, period.
Predictably, when Marvel announced that respected academic and public intellectual Ta-Nehisi Coates would be taking over writing the adventures of the patriot to end all patriots, Captain America, in 2018, the just-referenced “performative patriots” — most notably the full-time aggrieved whiners associated with the right-wing “comicsgate” pseudo-“movement” — blew a gasket for their cell-phone cameras. Why, here’s a guy who’s a lib’rul! An avowed “small d” democratic socialist! A supporter of Bernie Sanders! And to top it all off, he’s bla — wait, they didn’t say that part out loud, but did they really even need to? In any case, the song remains the same — the “performative patriot” crowd never shies away from positing that folks like them and only folks like them are the real ‘Murcans, and anybody who thinks, lives or, crucially, looks different is somehow out of step with what this country stands for/was built on/represents in the world, etc. These “uber-patriots” (emphasis on the uber) weren’t just aghast at the idea of Coates writing Cap, though — they were decrying the book itself as an abomination before it even came out.
Needless to say but I’m saying it anyway, to proclaim that someone’s no fucking good at a particular job before they’ve even started doing it is about as dumb as things get, even for people who consider a six-times-bankrupt, syphilitic game show host who doesn’t even bother hiding the fact he’s got the hots for his own daughter not just the greatest president ever, but some sort of living demi-god. Wanna say Coates’ version of Cap sucks? Okay, but at least wait for the first issue to hit the comic shops and read the damn thing — then, hey, have it. After all, it’s not like it would be in any way unusual for a Marvel comic to suck — they’ve been churning out an endless slew of garbage for the entirety of the post-Kirby/post-Ditko era, and exceptions (like, say, Frank Miller’s Daredevil run or the current The Immortal Hulk) are few and far between enough that you can count ’em on no more than two hands, perhaps even one.
Add to this the fact that Coates himself maybe wasn’t inspiring a ton of confidence in readers pre-disposed toward liking him going in, either. Having latched on with Marvel a couple years prior in hopes of doing a Spider-Man project, he was instead assigned King T’Challa to develop his comics-scripting chops on, and while his Black Panther was given a heavy publicity push, such “buzz” as it generated faded in due course and the comic itself was met with rather middling reviews. By the time the blockbuster film came out, in fact, despite all the “world-building” Coates and artist Brian Stelfreeze had done, it was clear that director Ryan Coogler had opted to draw most of his inspiration from earlier iterations of the Panther and his kingdom of Wakanda as envisioned by the likes of Don McGregor, Billy Graham, and of course the character’s creator, Jack Kirby. Coates’ run muddled along, was rebooted about halfway through, and eventually petered out — like, in fairness, almost all “Big Two” comics these days. For my own part, I claim no particular expertise on the overall quality of the book, having read just the first couple of issues before deciding it was dour, pompous, self-serious drivel that had its heart in the right place, but its head stuck back in 1990s “dark age”-style comics storytelling.
Some of Coates’ own comments when he was announced as Cap’s new scribe were perhaps a little less than what his corporate bosses may have hoped for, as well. In The Atlantic, for instance — the writer’s own “home turf” — he flat-out stated “I’m not convinced I can tell a great Captain America story — which is why I want so bad to try,” and while that kind of honesty is refreshing in today’s hype-dominated comics marketplace, it’s gotta be said that handing your critics metaphorical “ammo” like that maybe isn’t the wisest course of action. And yet, it can’t really be denied, at least on a conceptual level, that the idea of somebody who perhaps has a nuanced — even conflicted — relationship with the symbols and trappings, if not the ideals, of a character turning around and writing that character is an inherently interesting one. And Coates was taking the mantle at an interesting time for Cap, one rife with inner and outer turmoil for the character given that his evil, Hydra-aligned doppleganger had just been de-throned as de facto emperor of the world in the sprawling (and, for the record, stupid) Secret Empire crossover saga. If ever there was a “natural” point to look at Steve Rogers through a fresh set of eyes, this was it, given that Rogers wasn’t even necessarily sure what to make of himself anymore.
Marvel, to their credit — a phrase I don’t use often — also seemed bound and determined to set Coates up for success with this title, assigning (for the first six issues, at any rate) the top-flight Filipino creative team of penciller Leinil Francis Yu and inker Gerry Alanguilan to the book, along with bona fide “superstar” cover artist Alex Ross. Given the publisher’s sorry treatment of Filipino talent in the past (and probably present), one hopes Coates took his own politics to heart and prevailed upon them the need to pay these guys fairly (likewise for the comic’s Indonesian colorist, Sunny Gho), but I’m not privy to the behind-the-scenes machinations of what went down there — I will say definitively that these artists more than earned their page rates, though, whatever they were. There’s one more thing Coates had going in his favor, though, as well —
With all that preamble out of the way, then, I’ll confess to having quickly forgotten that this comic was even a going concern myself, the extent to which I follow the comings and goings of the funnybook mainstream being, to put it bluntly, minimal at best. Its very existence seemed to piss off a lot of people I thoroughly enjoy seeing pissed off, it’s true, but beyond that, I didn’t know a damn thing about it until finding the deluxe hardback collection Captain America By Ta-Nehisi Coates Vol. 1 (the title of which, sadly, continues the recent trend of giving short shrift to a book’s artists) at a rock-bottom bargain price last week. The volume collects the first 12 issues of the series’ still-ongoing run and, now that the the table is set, we’ll delve into its various and sundry highs and lows in our next installment tomorrow, when this decidedly “outside the norm for this blog” series continues.