You might have noticed that the superheroes have been silent since the election. We talked about hanging up our capes until the election in 2010, but recent events have made me change my mind about that.
In the last week alone, the horrible, terrible New York Post published a racist cartoon with the image of a gorilla being shot with the caption, “They’ll have to find someone else to write the next stimulus bill.”
Then there’s the case of the mayor of Los Alamitos, CA (thanks, Ripley, for the tip). He sent a picture of the White House in an e-mail. That should be fine, right? Nope. Instead of grass, the picture had a watermelon patch in in the front lawn. The title of the e-mail: “No Easter egg hunt this year.” Just in case you didn’t get the “joke,” the implication is that because the Obamas are different, everything will fundamentally change. Oh, no. There are scary black people in the White House. And they aren’t servants. Eek!
Still don’t think there’s anything going on?
Well, around time time of the inauguration, a bakery in New York came up with the fabulous idea of selling pastries commemorating the historic day. Great idea, right? Nope. This baker decided that he would sell “Drunken Negro Head” cookies. Think I’m kidding? Watch this news report on the bakery and see for yourself.
What does this say about race in our country? We have elected an African-American as president, but how far have we really come?
These incidents remind me of the racist yard sign Ferosha saw during the campaign. The fact that people think blatant racism is something they can get away with kind of makes me worry about where race relations in our country are headed.
I don’t really know how to talk about this. But I feel it would be wrong for me not to. After all, I am a black woman and now I’m a blogger, too. That means I can get on my soapbox and talk about whatever I want. And you can read it or you can ignore it, but at least I get to say what I want. If you don’t like it, post a comment or get your own blog.
But, like I said, I don’t really know what to say about this. All I do know is that these events have compelled me to write. And I’m putting it out there because I think that race is an issue that should be talked about. What do you think?
Disgusting. I actually feel sick. I took a walk in my neighborhood and came upon this yard sign. (I actually took photos of it but I need Vulcanella’s help to upload them into the blog.) The sign says “NObama.” A clever slogan McCain supporters have concocted. But upon closer examination we see that Obama’s seal has been perverted into a crescent moon and a star. A faint implication that Obama is Muslim. Do you see why I feel ill?
I decided to investigate the web address on my neighbor’s yard sign: www.rightwingstuff.com to see what other dreck they peddle.
Here’s one morphing Senator Obama’s face onto, who is that, (Mr. T’s?) body demanding to “gimme yo change.” This is offensive on multiple levels and really, if you look at it, you don’t need me to explain why. But let’s take a longer look anyway.
Offensive to Muslims: Notice the subtle Islamic references, the emblem on the necklace, and the Arabic alphabet-type letters spelling Obama’s name. First of all there is nothing wrong with being Muslim, but there is something wrong with implying that Obama is Muslim, and it is definitely wrong to imply that there is something wrong with being Muslim.
Offensive to African Americans: The entire persona of the character in the picture embodies negative stereotypes. The threatening language. The threatening body language. The bling. Not to mention morphing Obama’s head onto someone else’s body. This perpetuates the false idea that people of color are interchangeable and all look and act the same.
Offensive to everyone: For all of the above reasons and because bigotry in all forms is morally wrong.
Who thought of this? Who buys this? I am sad that there is a market for putting hate filled signs in yards.
You can look around that dreadful collection of yard propaganda, but I promise you, it will just make you sicker than I am already.