With the internet blowing up with stories about Cecil the Zimbabwean lion slaughtered by that monstrous dentist in
Texas Minnesota (my bad, I stand corrected) I got my National Geographic yesterday and there was story about taxidermy. I’ve always found the practice creepy. Seriously, I don’t want anything dead in my house, but understand it serves a role. Anyway, this was one of the pictures in the story. Okay, I can comprehend that there are people who love the “thrill of the hunt.” Though how challenging could shooting a giraffe be? How the hell could you miss the thing? But why in the hell would you want to bring dead animals back to your house? I love animals, and I grew up in the country where men routinely hunted deer and birds for food. I have no beef with either of those. Those people were always very responsible, and the fees they pay in licensing and such help the state maintain the wildlife. With deer in particular, they’d be overpopulated and most likely starve if there was no responsible hunting, but why would anyone want to live in a house with the bodies of the animals they’ve killed. The dude in this picture is from Texas too, and he claims his hunts helps with conservation, and maybe it does, but damn if it doesn’t seem sick as all hell to me.
I severely curtail my kid’s television watching. They can watch on the weekend’s only and even then I carefully monitor their shows. Cartoon Network has always been off-limits. I don’t like the smart-alecky kids, the sarcasm and I hate all the darned commercials. Okay, so somehow Luke got Uncle Grandpa by me this weekend when I wasn’t paying attention and then I saw this character; Mr. Gus. At first I thought I was tripping that dude looks like a caricature in
black green face. Then I heard him speak. Dude sounds like he just graduated from Amos and Andy University. He makes Jar Jar Binks look like Marcus Garvey. So yes, I had to show my son this crap so he could understand why it’s unacceptable.
What I don’t understand is why? In 2015 why is it that a Cartoon Network would green light such a character and furthermore why would anyone think it was funny? Why are people’s imaginations so limited that the best they can come up with is some shit from Birth of a Nation and Gone With the Wind. White folk complain all the time that black people bring up race all the time. You know what, you have NO IDEA how tired I am of having this conversation. I’m particularly tired of having this conversation with my kid. Having to filter and analyze everything you watch and read with a critical eye is absolutely exhausting. Problem is, I can’t stop bringing it up, because you won’t. I’ll be damned if you’ll destroy my child with the monstrous crime against humanity that is white supremacy.
And what word is that word? Sex Trafficking. Think about it. When you hear the word sex trafficking, do you think about some poor girl in a foreign country forced by her circumstances into
porn/prostitution commercial rape? I’ll bet you do, because that’s the image we’ve been fed, essentially forever. Did you know that commercial rape is a 9.5 BILLION dollar a year industry in THIS COUNTRY? Did you know the average victim age is 13-14? Did you know that one in three teen runaways will be lured into commercial rape within 48 hours of leaving home? These aren’t poor kids “over there,” you know in those fucked up countries where something bad is always happening. Nope, this is right here in the United States.
Top Twenty Cities for Human Trafficking
Houston • El Paso • Los Angeles • Atlanta • Chicago • Charlotte • Miami • Las Vegas • New York • Long Island • New Orleans • Washington, D.C. • Philadelphia • Phoenix • Richmond • San Diego• San Francisco • St Louis • Seattle • Tampa
Were you surprised by any of those? Richmond? Seriously? Charlotte? Who’da thunk? Yeah, there are some surprises there, for those who aren’t paying attention. I live in Atlanta. I can leave my house right now and find a prostituted girl in less than thirty minutes. I bet you could too, if you’re paying attention.
Of course, it’s easy to dismiss prostitution, after all, most people don’t buy sex, or do they? What about the other arm of commercial rape? That which we call porn. I won’t go into all lamentations about the horrors of porn, after all, we know them, don’t we? We know that most of the women participating in commercial rape have been sexually abused and are addicted to one or more drugs and/or alcohol. But there’s that little word, consent. Oh yes. They consent. So let’s talk about consent, shall we? Can someone who has been beaten, raped and strung out on drugs, really consent to anything? What about the notion that commercial rape is just like any other job? We even use that despicable euphemism, sex work, as though commercial rape could ever be defined in such a way. Even a despised employer like Wal-Mart couldn’t get away with treating their workers the way women in commercial rape are treated. What if Wal-Mart took advantage of dope sick workers and forced them to work in violation of acceptable work standards? Yeah, Wal-Mart’s been boycotted to hell and back for considerably less.
And you might say, oh, it’s just sex. Have you looked at porn lately? I know I hadn’t, and it has been an eye-opening experience. Did you know that 40% of commercial rape videos feature ATM. What’s ATM? Trust it has nothing to do with a cash machine, it’s ass-to-mouth. In other words, anal sex followed by fellatio with no washing in between. Does that sound like “just sex” to you? Could Wal-Mart force their workers to literally eat shit? Do I have to tell you how lethal such a practice can be? Is there any employer in this country who could get away with such a thing? I would say, no. Yet, this is routine in today’s video commercial rape. Why is that okay?
Things that used to be ‘fringe” are mainstream in a way you could not imagine. Almost all video commercial rape features violence, some of it extreme violence. Such as deliberately ejaculating in a woman’s eyes. I just want you think about how painful, not to mention dangerous such an activity can be. And think about the person who is sitting at home masturbating to such a visual. Do you want to be within a hundred yards of such a person? I know damned well I wouldn’t. After all, they wouldn’t make this if it wasn’t profitable. The producers of commercial rape videos are very clear on the fact that they make these videos for men who hate women. That the typical consumer is getting revenge for all the women he couldn’t have. And let us not forget, these women are raped, brutalized and drug-addled in the extreme.
Now back to that word sex trafficking. The typical sex trafficking victim in this country isn’t from some godforsaken foreign place. They’re typically from neighborhoods like yours and mine. We can’t dismiss this as something that’s somebody else’s problem. We have to make a decision, what do we care more about, our children or a porn sick freak’s ability to beat off to violence and debasement? We can no longer dismiss this as something that happens to other people, or buy into claims that it’s “sex work” and the myth of consent. That dialogue only benefits the rapists and the procurers, nobody else. It certainly doesn’t help prostituted women and children. You may choose to ignore the issue, but you can no longer say you didn’t know.
So the other day I was watching some TV show the name of which I don’t recall, but it was about women in unusual situations. These three women were a Hasidic Jewish rock band (You can see why I was enthralled). Anyway, in keeping with their traditions, they can only perform in front of an all-female audience. They were having a bear of a time booking gigs, and I didn’t get to see all of the show, but it got me to thinking. How cool would it be to actually have events that were only for women?
It seems that everywhere we go as women we are subject to harassment by creepy ass men. When I was younger I was hugely into basketball and loved nothing better than hanging out with my friends at a local sports bar, hoisting a few brews and watching the game. With much trash talking, natch. Well, nine times out of ten we couldn’t get through the game without some guy (or guys) bothering us. No matter how much we ignored them, there they were. Indeed, some of my friends preferred to hang out at gay bars for that very reason. I didn’t like the vibe there because quiet as it’s kept gay men can be just as misogynistic as straight guys. Hell, if I was going to be treated like crap I might as well get a free drink for my trouble.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to rescue a friend from a guy who got too handsy, and I actually had to punch a dude in the face once for grabbing my ass. Seriously? Who needs this kind of grief?
I doubt anyone will be opening a women’s only bar anytime soon. Indeed even lesbian bars are quickly becoming a thing of the past, but I think it would be awesome if Ladies Night could somehow actually be just for women. No worrying about being roofied, or going to the toilet in pairs to avoid harassment. Just a night of great music or sports with some friends.
WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH TELEVISION SHOWRUNNERS?
For two and a half years I followed Person of Interest, primarily because of the phenomenon that is Taraji P. Henson. Only to watch them not only shoot her dead in the street like a dog in order to elevate a robotic sociopath, but also totally change the basic premise of the show. Then the motherfuckers lied, lied and lied some more. Yes, they fridged Carter to elevate two white women. Okay, cool, you don’t want me to watch your show, I won’t watch it. Not only will I not watch the show, I watch NOTHING on CBS, or anything created by the show runner or his brother.
Then you have Sleepy Hollow. Can someone please explain to why any sane person would take a hit television show, sideline all the stars who made it a hit in order to elevate a woman who can’t act her way out of a wet paper bag and is apparently incapable of speaking above a whisper? Where they do that at? They took Jenny’s backstory and gave it to some random white dude, and have literally turned Abbie into Ichabod and Katrina’s mammy. And don’t even get me started on how callously she treated Irving, a man who literally died trying to fight for the Witnesses. Irving wouldn’t even be in this mess were it not for her, even after his child was possessed by a demon he stayed the course. Yet, she couldn’t even comfort him in his time of distress. Nope got to go save Massah and Miss Anne. *vomit* It’s like the new show runner couldn’t comprehend a black woman being the lead in a television show, while her sister occupies the “adventurous Indiana Jones” role. Black women have to be someone’s handmaiden, don’t you know? Even if it makes no goddamned sense.
As the Sony leaks have so aptly demonstrated, Hollywood is still a horribly racist town. As black folk we’ve been told repeatedly, Hollywood only sees green. Create something folk want to see and you’ll reap the rewards. In both these cases Taraji P. Henson and Nicole Beharie (et al) did just that. Clearly, Hollywood cares far more about race than it does about money because the ratings of both shows plummeted yet they carried on with the fuckery. Bottom line is for black women in Hollywood quality is meaningless, as are ratings. At the very least you would think they would be honest about it.
I was never a big television person in the first place, but yeah, I’m angry and bitter about this. I’ve spent most of my life watching white women being the star while black women are relegated to “clean up woman” status. Sorry, I have no intention of watching it anymore.
#PersonofInterest #SleepyHollow #ShadyHollow #racism #racistassHollywood #Taraji P. Henson #Nicole Beharie
Ebola is better in some countries, but worsening in others, any it’s still hitting black women harder than any other demographic. Remember, donate in any amount, send me the receipt and I’ll send you a copy of ANY book in my backlist, or any future book (though you’ll have to remind me of that!!! -lol-) And again, thanks so much to all who’ve donated.
This is my favorite Christmas song. Longfellow wrote this poem in despair over his son going off to fight in the Civil War. Pessimist that I am I sometimes fear that we are on the brink of another Civil War. I pray that Longfellow is right, “God is not dead, nor does He sleep.” But given that “Hate is strong, it mocks this song,” I’m not sure.