At my brother’s urging, I just caught Between the World and Me. Not a comfortable show, but very important. And once more, points out that as a white man, I will never understand the Black experience. Just not possible. Love you, weep with you, but not even pretending to understand what it means to you, or to be you. Damn…
So, this isn’t a matter of literal life and limb, but it still speaks volumes about the degree to which Black voices and people (and especially women) are innately disrespected, stereotyped, and diminished by white society.
If you can stand to listen to more than the first sentence of this piece, you’re a stronger person than I. I couldn’t get any farther than “I’m a southern Black woman”.
This shit is audio blackface, and it’s absolutely stupefying that multiple people were involved in recruiting, recording, editing, and distributing it without a single one of them going “wait, is this maybe a little racist?”
I think that shows how many white people were dominating that process to begin with.
Um… why not also hire a Black narrator?
Isn’t that kind of a no brainer?
You’d think that would be… but given that the very first line is “I’m a southern black woman…” why hire a white dude specifically?
Covid is usually less severe in young people. This does not help the ones who get severely ill or die. 99.6% mild to asymptomatic means 0.4% severely ill kids. When the numerator is as huge as the US, that’s a hell of a big number.
One step forward…
The past is never dead. It’s not even past – Faulkner