A Hollywood writer friend (who didn’t really write the below because he is on strike) points out:

No discussion of Independence Day can pass without noting that it is a movie from 1996, in which a white man does a brilliant, spot-on impression of Jesse Jackson. (The man is Harry Connick, Jr., who may get special dispensation because of his New Orleans roots.) Can you imagine such a scene a mere decade later? The uproar would be deafening.