One Person’s Legitimizing:
If the slaves in these books were black, would they be republished? If they were Asian, Native American, Latino? But they’re women, and we’re not supposed to raise a stink about these piddling little books that others wiser that we have judged unimportant. We’re supposed to put up and shut up–because we still haven’t had that liberation, and apparently people still think they can tell us what issues are supposed to be important, and what aren’t, and what “unimportant” things we’re legitimizing by daring to point out they are vile.
This is a really, really good point, because black people are at the point where there are no offen-
-sive material being put out that denigrates the whole ra-
ce or anything like that. I mean, we aren’t really portrayed as stereotypical pi-
mps and hustlers and oversexed and whorish and only good for entertainment by the media at large or any-
more, you kn-
ow? Everything is gravy. Everything is positive. None of us grow up looking up to drug dealers or pimps or hustlers.
With a hat-tip to Cheryl Lynn, I just want to say that playing prole-ier than thou?
That’s a sucker’s game. It’s ugly and stupid and, if you’re serious about what you’re talking about, beneath you. It’s like trying to play upon, or even create, guilt and therefore curry favor.
Sorry. Pet peeves, right? We’ve all got issues. We even share some! Mine are important and yours are important, but that doesn’t mean that you get to use mine to bolster yours, because I don’t want to do that to you.
I’m trying not to make this post sound jerky, but I don’t think it’s working. I think it’s maybe the all-seeing starry eyes of Archbishop Don Magic Juan looking down on me.
Part, fellas.
Church.