I don’t think they even have to be from the South to make that assumption about them.
The KKK used to hand out calling cards.
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That was my zip code between the ages of 6 and 12. (I also remember the town as being, very very Catholic, so I wouldn’t imagine it going over so well.)
"In February 2017, Snopes found that the picture was taken sometime in the early 90s at the Big Springs Country Club in Louisville, Kentucky. According to The Hill Reporter, which looked into the photo when it circulated in January, the picture was first posted online in 2015 on a poetry blog called the Political Poet. The image appears alongside a poem entitled “Rebel Yell” about “turncoat politicians.”
"David Popp, a spokesperson for McConnell, told INSIDER that “picture is apparently from a Sons of Confederate Veterans event 30 years ago or so.”
Good read:
A whole lot of contemporary intersectionalist rhetoric achieves this objective pretty well.
Yes they can, provided they are sufficiently didactic enough about it so that no bigots in the audience can fail to get the message. Blazing Saddles did not meet that test and could not be made today.
No movie from 1973 would be made identically today, for a buffet of sometimes good but mostly grim reasons.
I don’t know what that’s supposed to tell us. They couldn’t make Gunga Din or Birth of a Nation the same way either.
I don’t see a movie on the horizon that skewers gamergate idiots and fox news as directly as people in the seventies could make fun of the klan and racist westerns. However, a majority of movies in the seventies didn’t challenge this kind of thing at all. Most of them participated.
Whether satirical or serious, there is no such thing as a piece of media that will be universally understood for what it is (and I’d venture to say that “serious” films about bigotry have a much worse habit of making the bigots look sympathetic than satires do). If you can’t see how Blazing Saddles is lampooning racists, you’re willfully ignoring it. It’s not subtle.
That said, I’d venture to say that Blazing Saddles wouldn’t be green-lit today mainly because it doesn’t really have an ending; it just sort of smashes through the fourth wall and careens through the studio backlot for 15 minutes until the credits roll.
Well duh. That’s what they do, because they don’t hold themselves to any sort of standard.
That doesn’t mean a standard shouldn’t exist in the name of partisan politics, it means that you have to be genuine about your mistakes and life up front instead of being all “aw, shucks” about it when caught.
During Saturday’s press conference, after a reporter asked whether Northam could do the moonwalk, he appeared to contemplate doing it at the podium.
But there will be no easy moonwalking out of this drama. Northam was a willing and gleeful participant in the cultural structure that his voters elected him to overturn. That fact came to them all as a surprise; they are unlikely to forgive him for it.
The moonwalk thing completely illustrates a point about racism.
The wife understood, immediately and without anyone having to give her a workshop, without her having to hear ten podcasts about it, without someone winning an Oscar in a movie about the subject, without it being in a MLK speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.
She understood that a white guy suspected of racist behavior doing the moonwalk in front of reporters would be big-T Trouble.
She understood it without having to give an interview of her husband to find out his deepest intent.
She understood the context she was in was completely wrong for it, even when doing the moonwalk is completely innocuous in other contexts. She understood this live, in real-time.
And you can contrast this immediate live understanding with every person who theorizes that it’s impossible to know when it’s racist to wear a KKK hood, or use the N-word.
As soon as people understand that being racist has some immediate personal consequence, then miraculously they understand all of it: context, social subtext, nuance, historical symbolism…
If they feel they can say things with no challenge to themselves, then those concepts immediately become debatable or ungraspable.
The reason people get caught with blackface photos isn’t because they didn’t know it was wrong, it’s because they felt it didn’t matter to anyone that could hurt them in any way.
It’s always amazing to see it happen, isn’t it…
unpleasant news about Justin Fairfax, guys.
Well, the accusations are from a woman who heard the accusations from another woman who heard them from yet another woman, so maybe let’s wait until we have something more substaintial than third-person hearsay.
I think someone is trying to engineer a coup.
Aside from that, it was brought up over a year ago, investigated and dismissed as baseless. Not that that will stop them from trying, but much less meat on this bone.
More clueless white males. Gotta love it!
ETA: This guy lives right down the road from me. It sucks when it is that close to home. At the same time, why this surprises me I do not know.
Does… does Frank Nolen not know what blackface is? Or is he just being willfully stupid? Every time he’s quoted in that article it’s like he’s conflating “black man” with “man in blackface” / “black-faced man”.
I am boggled.
… an adviser for the governor told the New York Times that Northam’s people couldn’t carry out such complicated mudslinging even if they wanted to, as they were too busy dealing with the political fallout from the yearbook photo. …
