Archive for white domination
Awww, I’m too serious, right?
1990-1994: In Living Color television comedy hour. Jaime Foxx is in drag for the recurrent character, Wanda, a hideous, bizarre-acting character with exaggerated buttocks and lips and a deformed walk.
1992-1997: “Martin”, the television sitcom. Martin Lawrence plays a character that has nothing but venomous and contemptuous exchanges with the dark-skinned side-character, Pam, whose nappy hair is often the punch line of a joke.
Martin, in drag, also portrays Sheneneh, another hideous bizarre-acting side-character with exaggerated buttocks and lips and a deformed walk.
Throughout the sitcom series, Martin’s title character is involved with and eventually marries a very-light-skinned female character, Gina.
2000 and 2006: Big-screen movies Big Mama’s House & Big Mama’s House 2. Lawrence is in drag again as a loud, large, masculine black grandmother.
2005-2013: Eight (8) Madea movies . Madea is a character created and portrayed by Tyler Perry. The character is a towering, massive, and thuggishly tough elderly woman
Black people have been primed to laugh at and/or cheer when black women are battered; or at least, have no outrage about it. After all, we have been primed to see black women as , really, black men in drag. So, we deserve to be battered. Or, can surely take it. We’re the tough-as-nails. “strong black woman” who can compete in an 800 meters collegiate race white eight-months pregnant and we can take a heavy-weight left hook on a bus after being a public nuisance. Madea can.
So, why not take, upload to social media, and laugh at videos of black women being injured or sneer at very brown little girls being sexually exploited or exposed. Or, talk of black mothers, generally, as being of the character that grows to full form from these tots. Why not laugh?
Non-black people are laughing, too. And, gunning us down—female AND male.
The gender of beasts; of vermin, is of no consequence. Once the females have been divested of expected consideration— even grandmothers— children are simply potential threats. And, black males, if you think you had it bad before, you ought to hear the gears shifting into overdrive now. If you thought this black-men-in-a-dress thing was only about feminizing black males, think again.
Poisonous propaganda about a people is almost always served early with the sugar of comedy. We might laugh ourselves into a killing field.
“To the extent that racists have anything to do with it, its effect will be racist”— Neely Fuller, Jr..
This is just another step in white folks steering us into what is and what is not “acceptable” appearing natural hair for us.Let’s not fall for the banana in the tail-pipe again.
We’ve seen this before and how it turns out. It’s how Melvin Van Peebles’ ground-breaking film, Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song, turned into white-financed Super Fly and Hustle & Flow. It’s how the “natural” turned into the “afro” and then the afro with a “blow-out kit” (mild lye relaxer) and then into the Jheri curl. And, let’s be clear: Even the woman who had her hair chopped does not have hair most typical of black people who are unmixed.
It’s how the walk out of Virgina public schools for equal facilities turned into the nation-wide fight to attend their schools. ENOUGH already.
We can study their materials for our own purposes. But, we should know by now that it is better to learn from the mistakes of our own judgment than
to EVER consider their counsel.
LeBron James is an avid follower of The Hunger Games series.
So am I. If you’re not, this post may miss you.
This post will definitely miss you if you do not believe in conspiracies or if you do not believe that sport is important enough to racists (white dominators) to plan and execute schemes to effect their desired outcomes. It will miss you if you do not believe that there are no lengths to which they will not go. If that is you, reading this piece will be a waste of your time. Read no further.
Last night, the Miami Heat were beatin’ that ass; they were about to GET OFF and just dominate after all of that speculation that they didn’t really have to play any good teams in the weak Eastern Conference play-offs to get to the NBA Finals.
Coached by their beloved general “Pop”— the White Nation’s favorite Spurs were about to be embarrassed by those uppity Negroes like uppity District 12 tribute Katniss Everdeen was about to embarrass Pan-Am’s, white-rose-on-the-lapel-wearing, President Snow. When Katniss was about to just completely avoid all the gladiator sparring by hiking her way out to the camouflaged perimeter of the enclosed tropical arena, the Head-Game-Maker ordered the computerized control center to start a fire from which she had to run and in, so doing, back towards those who were hunting her.
NBA Finals. Big Business. But, the air-conditioning didn’t work last night in the Spurs arena. Heat for the Heat. The arena managers could not explain it. What a shame. The fans were fanning themselves with their programs even though they were just sitting there on their toosh.
Excessive perspiration and exertion, of course, drains the body of essential fluids that carry electrical impulses to the body; electrolytes. People with dense, fast-twitch muscles are likely to know the excruciatingly painful cramps that happens as a result. Elite sprinters have gone down on the Olympic track because of them. (I’m a fast-twitch muscled lady. So, I know the agony of these cramps.)
LeBron James, is probably the most densely muscled athlete in the NBA and has suffered leg cramps before in games. Being so durable, that’s about the only injury that hobbles him. With all the heat in that arena that wasn’t in uniform, it was not surprising that James got a cramp that took him out of play—in the final quarter of the game. After the first cramp, he was helped off the floor by the trainers and given fluids. (?) The question mark is there because he suffered a second cramp in that 4th quarter. But, this time, the standard protocol on an NBA team when a player gets a play-stopping cramp did not take place. NOTHING was done for LeBron the second time he cramped up. It was the oddest thing I have ever seen in an NBA game. He just stood there. There was no time-out called though play had stopped for an extended amount of time. He was not helped to the side-lines. He was not massaged nor given electrolytic fluids by the trainers. He was not even helped to the locker room after the game. His team mates seemed disoriented by it. Of course, they just headed down court for defense expecting the trainers to take care of it. When that didn’t happen and play had obviously stopped, a couple of his team mates, in an uncertain, confused state, went to lend a hand as James was hobbling best he could to the side-lines.
I have never seen anything like it in an NBA game. Rather than commenting on that, white folks are blaming and making fun of Mr. James. Gatorade officials are even joining in on the fun.
Plutarch Heavensbee, Head Game-Maker of Pan-Am and President Snow were discussing the threat that Katniss Everdeen posed in raising the morale of the oppressed districts and demoralizing those oppressing them. Heavensbee told Snow, “There’s a way we can still win. It’s what we game-makers like to call a ‘wrinkle.'” Fire, excessive heat in an arena, floods.
Morale is most important in war. And ALL is “fair” 🙂 in love and war. And all love requires war as this system is configured. Wrinkles and all. I have always been suspicious of Manny-Pacquiao-militant Spoelstra with the white dad. Y’all are free to call me a crazy mentally ill victim of racism or just a crazy nigg@r b!tch. Whatever. It’s not personal. It’s business.
If you have outrage that wasn’t sufficiently salved by this piece, you may find this radio broadcast helpful that my husband and I did on this matter.
Former L.A. Clippers owner, Donald Sterling/Tokowitz, goes to a black baptist church for forgiveness. His former star black employee, guard Chris Paul is given, for a birthday present, an autographed pic of a white woman that the now married-to-a-black woman hoopster says was his first love. Racist Man and Racist Woman are a devastating tag team.
Sterling warned his cha-cha, V. Stivano, that she was viewed as a “Latina or delicate white woman” and to stay away from black men. Chris Paul protested that statement. But, he’s married to, in the parlance of the world of people Sterling is in, a not-so- delicate woman: a very brown-skinned woman. The delicate white woman was Paul’s first love. By, implication, it is his first choice. Especially since he flipped out about getting the pic. How would that play in your marriage? I know how it would play in mine. And, it proves that Sterling was justified in his concerns. Why does King Kong deserve Fay Ray?
All of the rape of black men and boys so prevalent before the Confederation did battle with the Union forces. Well, it still goes on both literally and figuratively. White men are obsessed with dominating the sexuality of black people: including that of black males. All that sexual tension in this drama with Pop and Timmy.
I was gonna say that cantankerous Popovich—which rhymes with Papa B!tch— is a prize arse hole. Butt, that has too much sexual in-u-end-doe.
Hey, I didn’t even have to try to be clever. This stuff is just woven into their language.
I’ve gotten sucked [ 😉 ] into this NBA theater every year since LeBron James ran to the other plantation. I’m gonna try to make this the last year.
This is a reprint of an entry into a brand new blog about a subject that is as important as any that I can think of. In this issue of hair is wrapped every other issue of white domination. It is, I think, like pulse or blood pressure, a measure of ease with ourselves as we contend with all at odds with it. My personal observation: In the photos of JJ, her beauty increases with each step closer to her naturally luxurious crown (excessive coil-busting “fros” being better than hair that’s been laid to rest but a step away from the luxurious, vibrant texture in the last pic) . While some counter-examples may exist in which attractive presentation decreases with a more natural coiffure, I’ve never seen one. And, this, for me, is a purely aesthetic opinion, not a political one.
You can keep up with this young lady’s work in this area at her blog here on wordpress: JJ Goes Natural
Once Upon A Time….
My History, or Rather, Hairstory
If you would have told me years ago that I would eventually muster the courage to wear my hair in its natural state, I would have laughed in your face! I have to admit that I’ve been through it all with this hair of mine over the years.
I was born into the world with hair that would evolve from being baby soft to REALLY thick like millions of other Black women and men worldwide. My mother did not have too much difficultly maintaining my hair as a toddler, but my hair was seen as an insurmountable challenge for her as I got older. Washing it was easy, but combing and styling it was a whole ‘notha matter! It was very difficult for her to use straight-tooth combs in my hair since it was thick and tightly coiled. I would either flinch or cry while it took her HOURS to finish. I thought, “God, what could be worse than THIS?!” She couldn’t even do cornrows for the most part, so I usually had my hair put in bubbles and barrettes.
She could stand no more of this by the time I turned 8, so I started to get my hair permed.
I can remember her coming home with the “Just For Me!” No Lye Relaxer (or Chemical Mutilator) for the first time. It was this white box with the faces of other young black girls on the cover with curly and straight hair. I wasn’t necessarily excited about her getting the perm kit because I didn’t fully grasp what it would do to my hair. But when I got my hair permed for the first time, I absolutely LOVED how straight it was. I didn’t cry when she combed it, it felt sleek and I could shake it, and I had hair similar to my friends at Catholic school. I was the only black girl in my class for many years, so it felt great being able to fit in with my friends with long and straight hair. Little did mom – let alone me – realize the damage perming would cause to my hair.
Perming my hair was not too bad at first, but the overall condition of my hair started declining over time. ”Just Like Me!” simply didn’t work as it used to. I would get my hair permed on a Saturday, and it would get frizzy by mid-week. I went through two other perming products by the time I was 12 and dealt with the same problem. Even the perming process itself became more painful. When mom rubbed that white cream on my scalp, I felt like my head was literally going to catch on fire! I would get bumps, scabs, and burns all over my scalp as a result, and even developed a terrible case of dandruff that lingered for years.
Me in high school with short permed hair.
I eventually started going to mom’s hair stylist at 13. I noticed that my hair grew longer than ever before it became extremely short. Little by little, I just became sick and tired of my hair, was tired of dealing with the perm, and wanted a change despite not knowing what to do next.
My mother’s hair stylist suggested that I consider wearing my hair braided. She herself was transitioning to natural hair and thought it was probably time for me to give up the perm and start keeping my hair in its natural state. She said, “The braids will allow you to keep your hair and is easy to manage since you won’t have to maintain it each and every day.” This was great news for a borderline LAZY person like me since I did not want to do my hair everyday, let alone wear it natural. A family friend did my hair in braids for the next six years, and they were easy to manage like my hair stylist said they’d be.
Me as a college freshman with BRAIDS 🙂
The braids were long and looked like dread locs to many people, so I liked wearing them and getting them done every 2 months. They were also easy to wash each week and my natural hair kept growing until all my permed hair was GONE. However, I still had a terrible dandruff problem and noticed my hair was dry and full of dandruff between appointments. When I took out my braids in-between appointments, I would just marvel at my natural hair! I’d think, “Wow, my real hair is so interesting!” I had a big afro that extended from the sides from my head and upwards (to the sky, it seemed).
My desire for natural hair became too large to simply ignore, so I started wearing my hair braid-free this July. I have to say that it was one of the best decisions of my life. I loved those braids a lot, and definitely much more than my old-time perm, but wearing my own hair feels so much better and seems right for me. I do more with my hair than I have EVER done before. It’s healthy and stays dandruff-free throughout the week. More importantly, I’ve developed this level of confidence I never thought I would have as a natural. I also don’t associate my hair with being “thick”, “nappy”, or all these other negative words that are only tied to Black people’s hair. My hair is “unique”, “a divine creation” like all other hair forms, and is my “curly, protective shield”. I look forward to nurturing it the way it was MEANT to be nurtured and cared for both now and in the future.
That is my hairstory! Feel free to share yours 🙂