Yaphet Kotto died this week at 81. The 1973 James Bond outing “Live and Let Die” was how I came to know him. At age 12, I remember hating that movie, and at the risk of sounding more enlightened than I was, the white smoothie vs. Black scum storyline creeped me out, even then.
It’s the most aggressively racist Bond film, which is saying something. The Caribbean dictator and heroin kingpin played by Kotto dies a grotesque, sight-gaggy death, ingesting a compressed-gas pellet and exploding like a balloon, leading to a Roger Moore quip about his dead adversary having “an inflated opinion of himself,” thereby putting the villain of color in his place, even in death.
“There were so many problems with that script,” Kotto later told an interviewer. “I was too afraid of coming off like Mantan Moreland,” the comedian and actor familiar for small, humiliating parts in the 1930s and ’40s, and a performer whose skill fought against grim racial caricature until the end of his days. ” I had to dig deep in my soul and brain and come up with a level of reality that would offset the sea of stereotype crap that (screenwriter) Tom Mankiewicz wrote that had nothing to do with the Black experience or culture.”
So that’s how some of us first encountered Kotto: in a Bond movie, watching a formidable actor do his level best to transcend the crap.