Sunday, April 14, 2013

"Do you even know what it's like to be black?"



I'd still do him.

But I'd feel bad about it. For multiple reasons.

Like the fact that he's gay.

And the fact that I'm married.

But mostly because of the Republican thing. Ew.


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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Maybe she didn't get in because she's a bigot.

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- via To (All) the White Girls Who Didn’t Get Into The College Of Their Dreams by Kendra James, Racialicious.


"I would have gladly worn a headdress to school. Show me to any closet, and I would've happily come out of it." 


Double-you tee eff?

This person doesn't know the meaning of the words "satire" or "qualified", yet she feels entitled to attend an Ivy League school?

And don't you bring Liz Lemon into this!

Shut it down, Suzy Lee Weiss. Shut it down.

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For further reading and analysis:

Suzy Lee Weiss and White People Problems, by Matt Amaral, Teach4Real

Dorman ’16: Dear Suzy Lee Weiss, by Caitlin Dorman, Brown Daily Herald

An Open Letter to Suzy Lee Weiss, by YingYing Shang, The Huffington Post

Also, this so much: Admissions

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Friday, April 05, 2013

Still not buying Velveeta




Darn those liquid gold diggers!


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Thursday, April 04, 2013

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

“Don’t leave home. They don’t want you around.”




The Good, Racist People, by Ta-Nehisi Coates, The New York Times


Last month the actor Forest Whitaker was stopped in a Manhattan delicatessen by an employee. Whitaker is one of the pre-eminent actors of his generation, with a diverse and celebrated catalog ranging from “The Great Debaters” to “The Crying Game” to “Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai.” By now it is likely that he has adjusted to random strangers who can’t get his turn as Idi Amin out of their heads. But the man who approached the Oscar winner at the deli last month was in no mood for autographs. The employee stopped Whitaker, accused him of shoplifting and then promptly frisked him. The act of self-deputization was futile. Whitaker had stolen nothing. On the contrary, he’d been robbed.

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The promise of America is that those who play by the rules, who observe the norms of the “middle class,” will be treated as such. But this injunction is only half-enforced when it comes to black people, in large part because we were never meant to be part of the American story. Forest Whitaker fits that bill, and he was addressed as such. I am trying to imagine a white president forced to show his papers at a national news conference, and coming up blank. I am trying to a imagine a prominent white Harvard professor arrested for breaking into his own home, and coming up with nothing. I am trying to see Sean Penn or Nicolas Cage being frisked at an upscale deli, and I find myself laughing in the dark. It is worth considering the messaging here. It says to black kids: “Don’t leave home. They don’t want you around.”

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The other day I walked past this particular deli. I believe its owners to be good people. I felt ashamed at withholding business for something far beyond the merchant’s reach. I mentioned this to my wife. My wife is not like me. When she was 6, a little white boy called her cousin a nigger, and it has been war ever since. “What if they did that to your son?” she asked. 

And right then I knew that I was tired of good people, that I had had all the good people I could take.


I think about my future sons, and daughters, and I how scared I am for them, even though they haven't been born or conceived yet. I think about how it is always different for black Americans, and other nonwhite Americans, every day in the United States, the country most of us were born in, to feel like I am Other.

I think of an event I recently attended, where the stated theme of the panels was empowering other like-minded, educated, motivated women. Raising each other up. Rejoicing in our female strength. Women helping women with pride. From all accounts, it was supposed to be a good day.

During the catered reception portion of this event, I walked behind a buffet table to get a beverage out of an open cooler, and I was having trouble finding a drink to my liking. While I was digging through the ice, a woman, who happened to be white, came up to the table an asked me, "Are there any waters?"

I bristled, and replied evenly, "I don't know."

Now you may be thinking to yourself, "She just wanted some water, and she thought you might have seen them in the cooler. What's the big deal?"

The woman then said to me, "Oh, I thought you worked here."

(Okay, fellow colored readers, please let me know in the comments how many times this happens to you on a regular basis.)

Let me note here that the woman asked this question to me, a woman who was wearing the exact same conspicuous event badge on the front of her shirt as she was, and wearing the same business casual attire. Let me also note that the people who were actually catering the event were all wearing black vests, black pants, bowties, and embossed catering pins, and were all middle-aged men.

Nothing I was doing or wearing that day--a day for celebrating our fellow overeducated women--remotely suggested I was attending the event as a server whose job entailed fulfilling this particular lady's drinking needs.

So what could possibly have triggered her to think that I was part of the catering staff?

Hmph.

There's nothing that says empowerment like a white woman mistaking you for the help.

It would be easy to write off my incident as "no big deal" or "just a misunderstanding" or "at least you didn't get verbally abused and molested like Forest Whitaker." But it's not easy for me. It never is. I can't even go to a grocery store, or a mall, or a valet station without experiencing a valid level of anxiety that someone will ask me where to find the cereal aisle, or to hang up their unwanted clothes, or to park their car (twice; I'm not kidding).

Every time you travel outside of your home into the world as a colored person, feeling proud of your education, your accomplishments, your Oscar, there is always someone there to remind you that you will never truly belong.


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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Yes, it's racist.




(I can't figure out how to embed the podcast, so please click on the link.)


If you feel yourself describing something as "ghetto," stop.

Thanks for breaking it down, Andrew Ti!


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Monday, March 11, 2013

My favorite part of Bossypants:







Thanks for sharing this story in your book, Tina Fey!


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Saturday, February 23, 2013

"Rap and Poetry had a baby named Spoken Word."




I saw this episode for the first time over a year ago, and it still cracks me up on a regular basis.

Even when it's not playing on my screen.

Awk. Ward.


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Friday, February 22, 2013

I've never been to Harlem,




but I do know what the Harlem Shake is. Or more precisely, what the Harlem Shake is not. As do these people:





"I feel like they're trying to disrespect us."

"They're basically taking what we do...like, our dances, and making a joke of it."

"If you're going to make one of these videos, please do the Harlem Shake."



Happy Black History Month, readers!


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"Who's that negro in a Cadillac?"




"...without slavery, Morgan Freeman wouldn't even have a last name! He'd just be 'Morgan'!" 


Thank you, again, W. Kamau Bell. 

Happy Black History month, readers!

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Friday, January 18, 2013

That's how I feel about Lincoln!




 Also, this:

. . . white people get to have an astonishing cornucopia of wildly divergent stories all focusing on a million tiny facets of the white experience over the last few thousand years.
Black people get Roots.

Harumph.


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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Life at Chili's




I like this multicultural, multigenerational commercial. The concept that different types of people could enjoy each other in the same eating establishment is mind-boggling. :)

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Sunday, January 06, 2013

"Too brown to play an imaginary creature."




Just to confirm that Wyatt was not making this up for funzies, here is another source for the story: Are The Hobbit's Casting Agents Racist?

I was reminded of this when I was reading yet another article about certain people conspicuously missing from Peter Jackson's latest movie: So, Where Have All the Middle-earth Ladies Run Off To?

So, let me get this straight: to participate in this fantastical world, no coloreds and no womenfolks need apply? Only white men allowed?

No, I have not seen The Hobbit, but I have seen all three interminable Lord of the Rings movies, and those had an Elijah Wood incentive. This new (unnecessarily extended) trilogy has the guy from the British Office and a wizard I enjoyed more in the X-Men movies.

These are times when I think to myself, "I can't write everything that I want see." Meaning, if I want to see more books, more television shows, more movies, more commercials, with a modicum of diversity, projects that actually acknowledge that there are people that exist in the world who consume media who aren't young, white and male, I cannot possibly write all of these projects myself. I definitely couldn't distribute them by myself. There is clearly a demand. Why is there almost no supply?

It's so frustrating.  White male people do not make up a majority of the population of the country I was born and raised in. The majority of the world population is neither white nor male. Yet heaven forbid I actually see the media produced in my home country, on my home planet be reflective of that reality.

Frowny face.


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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Why I am writing a sci-fi series (well, one reason)



Has everyone seen the new Star Wars film? Revenge of the Sith?

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All right, can we talk about this for a second? Am I the only person that thinks it's strange that 'a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away', there's all these white people walking around dressed up like Japanese people? And not a single Japanese person in sight?! Did that strike anybody as being slightly ungrateful?

'Cause let's face it, folks, if it weren't for Japanese people, there would be no Obi-Wan Kenobi, okay. There would be no Kwi Gon Jinn. 

Is there some nether region of the galaxy where there are all these Japanese people walking around dressed up like Vikings? You know, in lederhosen?

And I'm not stingy, I'm all about sharing our culture. You know, go ahead, outfit Natalie Portman like she's some Mongolian princess, you know. Dress up Liam Neeson like he's some Samurai warrior. Let's just acknowledge where the sh*t comes from, okay?


- Alec Mapa, Wisecrack (2005)

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Friday, October 12, 2012

"The only Indians Joe DiMaggio ever slaughtered were from Cleveland."



If given the choice, I'd celebrate the baseball player over the genocidal maniac.


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