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My sister watched the movie online today and felt the need to come tell me about certain scenes, despite the fact that she knows how I feel about the movie, the author, and the book, and what I know from reading about its presentations of racism and Black women. I immediately felt myself getting angry, as I knew I would. So, sensing this, my sister left the room and went to finish watching the movie alone.

Instead of actually having a conversation about the book, I ended up addressing the behaviors of the two commenters and their personal attacks when they decided to stop by and repeat racist (the white commenter) or hostile, passive aggressive patterns of commenting (the Black commenter) on my blog as they have in other places with me or in my presence in online discussions.

I officially gave myself permission to boycott this mess on principle, but all joking aside—

Why should we continue to have racist literature and film created at the hands of white folks shoved down our throats or proffered as legitimate because of their attempt at writing on the subject matter? We’re not taking it lying down, some of us, but why should accept their racist portrayals of us when we know ourselves better and can express ourselves and our experiences just fine? Read my more nuanced prospective and criticism here.

Reading critical commentary, reviews, and impressions from other Black women saying NO to this movie and NO to this book added to my sense of vindication. I agree that you can’t completely judge a book or movie without seeing/reading it for yourself. But Black women and other Black people should be able to and have to choose what to give their time to and what they’re just going to say a plain NO to. The Help is something that I plainly feel the need to just say NO to, both the book and the movie. I have said NO and I will continue to say NO for a long time.

There were suggestions that I waste my money on it, take the time to get it from the library, and watch the bootleg if I didn’t want to pay for it. What I think Tosh Fomby and Beverly Diehl were missing was the most important part of my brief commentary on The Help: I am choosing NOT give the book or the movie my time or my limited resources aside from stating why I’ve taken this stance. It’s that simple.

I’m very resistant when I come up against “the read it/see it anyway” argument.

Call it intuition. Call it believing what I’ve heard about it. Call it knowing a disaster when I see it and read about it. Whatever. Contrary to sensationalistic hype and praise surrounding the film and book, I don’t feel like I’m missing anything that I haven’t seen before in a dozen racist movies a dozen times over again before.

Judging by my reaction to a two-minute conversation about the film launched on me suddenly in my home, I know I’m still not ready to engage the film or the book nor do I have any desire to do so. And I mean that.

for real,

Ms. Queenly


If saying that we’re all from Africa would solve racism all over the world and lay it to rest, I’d embrace it wholeheartedly and live my life as if this was wholly the truth and more importantly–

As if everyone believes it’s true.

As I have said one or two occasions here at Ms. Queenly’s in the past, biraciality and multiraciality have not solved racism in America (in particular). If we’re all descended from the peoples of what is known today as Africa, race doesn’t matter anyway, or so science would suggest.

Not so long ago, almost everyone believed that Pluto was a planet. See what happened with that?

A lot of people don’t even believe in the theory of evolution or even that the continents used to be one land mass.

What we have to do is make it so our laws, politics, lives (*gasps*), media, and effigies reflect the fact that most of us believe that race is socially constructed, inequality is real, and that we’re really trying to combat and mitigate it’s effects for everyone. But in order to do that, we must first acknowledge and untangle how this country and many others were built on ideas of race and inequality of all sorts. Its not enough to just say we’re all from Africa anyway so race doesn’t really matter or to say over and over again that race is socially constructed. That’s not reality. A wall doesn’t “unbuild” itself because you’ve figured out that it’s manmade. Racism and other inequalities can be just as real as that wall.

Evermore,

Ms. Queenly


This is in response to a comment I received on an older post, White People Adopting Black Children. I thought it best to go ahead and clarify one or two things, look for the bold. ~MsQ

Dear Dan,

I thought your comment showed that you misread or deliberately misunderstood my post on White People Adopting Black Children, so I reposted it on the blog with a response and wanted to make sure you got it, so I e-mailed it to let you know. I was being flip before but now I’m ready to give you a real answer. Please read my response below. Your original comment is in italics with my responses in between.

~MsQ

That’s all that matters to the child. Good, loving parents. Versus no family at all. Due to the numbers, that is what the choice ends up being for many children. I don’t even need to use the word “child” in the rest of this post now. I’m not saying I won’t use the word, I’m just saying I don’t have to.

–Your comment is based on the assumption that all children actually go to “good, loving parents”, no matter what their race. Your comment is also based on the assumption that most of these children actually get any such home at all. Take off your rose-colored glasses.

I’m not sure myself but I’d suggest taking a look at reported stats on how many children are actually placed in “good” homes and how many never get there at all.

I’m free to talk about you. You may be a sociologist, artist, whatever, but I’m just going to treat you like an ordinary human being. Is that OK?

–And insulting my character is conducive to what, Dan, other than making you feel better?

Let me ask another rhetorical question. What do you care more about, the child, or the “black/white communities” and their issues?

–If you think race has nothing to do with how kids grow up, the difference between having white parents and Black parents for many Black children (though not all of them depending mostly on the children themselves in some cases), you have waaay bigger issues than I initially thought. Class and location (neighborhood, etc.) also play a role in this.

The Black/white communities and its issues are very relevant to how Black children grow up. There is no way to separate the issues.

I think we’ve established what the answer to that is.

–No, I don’t think we have, Dan. So I shall continue.

You appear to be unaware of what the word “commodity” means. A commodity is something that can be traded for other commodities. Under US law “children” do not meet the definition. If you treated them like commodities you would be breaking the law. The resolution of this apparent impasse lies, of course, in your foolishness.

–As a matter of fact, I know exactly what the word commodity means. And even if I didn’t, there’s plenty of online resources to draw on.

Children are a commodity for anyone who can buy them, whether it’s with money or approval from the government or agencies. Black children have been brought by white people for five hundred years or more in the United States. Open up a textbook, Dan, it was called slavery. And many white people still believe they can buy us—this may or may not include yourself (as white, I mean). They view us as commodities, especially the “exotic” brown kids from other countries.

The original post was written in response to upper and middle to upper middleclass white people who either purchase children of color or adopt them exactly because they are children of color, particularly the white scavengers “parents” or would-be parents who hover over scenes of natural disasters (Haiti, for example), waiting to pick up little brown kids to so that they can boast their privileged egos and inflate their sense of Christian duty or what have you. It has nothing to do with the child and everything to do with owning them and participating in exploitation.

As a Black woman, I think it’s important for Black children to be around other Black people and involved in Black communities and the issues facing them. It can create a racial/ethnic disconnect and desensitivity of sorts when they are not.

Oh and I don’t think I’m being foolish at all, so fuck you on that one.

You must have written that mouthful of a CV some time ago, because you don’t stand for diversity. You don’t. You stand for pettiness. You stand for defensiveness. You stand for not meeting people halfway.

–No, I don’t meet bigots halfway. They take and take and have nothing to give. I’m betting I have a different idea of what diversity looks like than you do; I’m more on the social justice end of things and Black people need a lot of that. Diversity can only be fostered with justice.

And I didn’t write my “CV” “some time ago”, 2010 actually so I’m a pretty recent on my info. Graduate.

Your principle is that white people will never understand what it is like to be black.

–After attending a predominantly white university and living in a white-dominated world, yes, I believe that that opinion/principle has some merit or truth to it.

Black people probably don’t understand very well what it’s like to be white, either.

–As I said, we live in a white-dominated world. White privilege is real. Black people don’t have to be white to understand it. Many of us are punished and beat over the head with it every day.

Another day, another misguided jerk, thanks for the practice, Dan,

MsQ


*cross-posted at Elia’s Diamonds, another Ms. Queenly blog*

Let’s get down to the words on the page.

We are a racial AND ethnic group in the United States and internationally around the world.

So why do people not capitalize the ‘B’ in Black when writing about Black characters in their books or whatever else?

I’m not really much of a grammar whiz but I wonder….

Words that are capitalized as opposed to words that are lowercase have a certain effect on many people when they see them on a page. Why is Black, as the race AND ethnicity of millions of people, treated like an adjective?

For the reason above, I see it as a slight against Black people that many writers, no matter what field, do not think to capitalize the ‘B’ in Black. In this instance, when talking about a group of people…Black is a pronoun, not an adjective, folks.

Evermore real,

MsQ


So Thursday August 25, 2011 this week, Black Bloggers Connect hosted its first Twitter forum and I was happy and excited to participate. I read a lot of positivity and potential in the tweeted comments. Personally, and this isn’t a plug, I never wanted a Twitter, but am pleased that I have one now if only for this kind of opportunity to communicate with other [Black] peoples on topics such as this. I don’t use my Twitter to Tweet to people, usually; I only use it to cover all three of my WordPress blogs feeds so if people want to see what I’m posting, they can. It was a challenge–typing with a word and character count limit!

One thing that did twinge me during the forum was several folks insisting that there’s a difference between Black bloggers fighting discrimination and gaining visibility and giving voice to their experiences using their own voices. I see these two things as one in the same. Trying to intentionally sound noncombative and passive isn’t going to make us any less of a threat to those who are going to view us as a threat no matter what–we might as well go on ahead with it and say where we’re really at and what we really want. Asking for all or a little bit at a time doesn’t change what we need as a peoples in the end. Justice might at times come slowly (if at all) but it isn’t by any means, in my opinion, something that we shouldn’t be shy about needing and demanding. That’s my take on why commentators were putting it that way.

The first icebreaking question presented by Black Bloggers was “How you, as a black blogger, made your contribution to ending [racism or] discrimination?”

More discussions questions include:

  1. “The Help”, of course, came up during the conversation when this question was posed: The movie The Help has caused an uproar in the Black Blogosphere do you think this negative response is necessary?
  2. How strong do you think Black bloggers are online? Do we have a real voice?
  3. As Black Bloggers become more vocal in the online world, what do you think will be our biggest obstacle 4 maintaining independence?
  4. How do you think Black Bloggers can utilize their resources to change our communities?
  5. Many Blk youth are using the internet solely for gossip purposes, how can use blogging as a tool for education?

——————–

Other than being Black and being a blogger, however necessary to be sure, I was pretty nervous about giving my thoughts to the matter. Furthermore, as I said, I don’t usually tweet like that and have my Twitter account solely for the purpose of connecting with other bloggers and to put my own blog out there. I’m not a CNN commentator, political analyst, or a college professor (yet). I’m just a working class/poor Black writer and thinker whose head gets too full sometimes to keep into myself. I’m just someone who experiences the need to SPEAK UP and SPEAK OUT. I am someone who wants to be heard politically yet sometimes fears being misunderstood and misrepresented.

Given the reach of Twitter and the number of people participating, I was humbled to be addressed during the forum and tried not to embarrass Black people everywhere with my answers! ^_^ I was all like, “This is your chance! Say what you really think!”

I would like to thank Black Bloggers Connect and its affiliates (one being BlackAdvertising.Net) and all the bloggers who commented and participated for this awesome opportunity.

in solidarity,

~MsQ


X-Men. Avatar. Planet of the Apes.

Vampires. Lycanthropes. Aliens. Witches. Shapeshifting jello. Kittens….

….but not living, breathing Black people.

Many of us have learned to empathize and sympathize with the least human creatures and many of the most ostracized beings on Earth through film, books, and other media. I saw an article some time ago discussing whether or not a franchise such as X-Men or the movie Avatar can be used to discuss issues of racism [and other oppressions relevant to colonialism and expansionism] in real-life society.

What worries me about using popular fiction in race discussions in particular is that oftentimes the metaphors that are included in fiction like X-Men, centered around discrimination and violence against “Mutants”, doesn’t always exactly match up with how people discuss racism against people of color. Furthermore, why is it that it’s easier for people to identity with ET or Professor Xavier (X-Men), but not with the living breathing people who pass them on the street and whose history, especially in the case of Black peoples, is fairly well-documented and explicit?

What I’m finding more and more is that writers and producers are abusing this use of metaphor or allegory in order to manipulate readers’ and viewers’ sense and understanding of not only reality but history. You’ve got people saying and/or thinking, “Oh yeah, discrimination against vampires in so-and-so’s book is totally like discrimination against Black people in the South”. Or “Avatar is really about the plight of the American Indians and, like, Africans in the Congo”. Many of these types of movies and books never really explore the harsh reality of racism in its true ugliness and are rather used as selling points—hot gimmicks—for a public that lacks education on how to talk about racism against people of color and a world that lacks solutions to mitigating the oppressions that it upholds.

Metaphors such as these can be useful, creative, and sometimes fun on a basic and introductory level but many of them will never reach the depths that real life situations, history, and reality give us. As a fiction writer myself, I feel awkward saying this:

We need to stop relying so heavily on certain types of fictionalized movies and books by themselves to teach ourselves and children about racism and other injustice. Oftentimes they are produced and controlled by the interest of someone’s profit margin and this someone or somebodies will say anything to get your money and miseducate you at the same time, all the while with you thinking how awesome their production is.

We have to start looking each other and the world around us in the face.

for real,

Ms. Queenly


My mama introduced me to all types of fantastical stories when I was a kid, somewhat younger. Gremlins. X-Men. The Dead Zone. Star Wars. Somewhere in Time. Batman. Peter Pan. Warriors of Virtue. Casper. Willow. Galaxy Quest. Reboot. Indiana Jones. Star Trek. Back to the Future. Ronin Warriors. Labyrinth. Hook. Star Gate SG-1. Sailor Moon. Ever After. Bram Stroker’s Dracula. I grew up playing RPG (role playing games) like the Zelda series, Castlevania, Soul Reaver, Sonic the Hedgehodge. Super Mario Brothers, Donkey Kong, Final Fantasy, and, later, Kingdom Hearts.

And, of course, all of those movies, games, and shows are chockfull of white/white skinned people. One of the movies that stands out the most in my thoughts is the NeverEnding Story, which led me to the title of this post. Full of symbols of whiteness and white people.

Yet I know me and my family weren’t the only Black folks watching and playing this stuff nor were our imaginations unstirred by them. I went to see Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows pt. 1 when it came out at a midnight showing. The theater was full of Black people who came there in the middle of the night and paid their money to do the same thing. There was this Black person, and you sometimes you get the vocal types in the movies theater, this Black guy, who said quite loudly and proudly, “Man, I don’t give a shit what nobody say, man, I luv Harry Potter.”

It’s not that Black people and writers don’t write or commune with what could be labeled the fantastical and simultaneously spiritual. But the point is that we as a peoples generally tend not to write/get published for fantasy fiction or anything related, like sci-fi, supernatural, magical girl (fantasy and more of a manga/anime thing), horror (unless you count some of our experiences in life, which we don’t even have to make up), etc. Do we cling to a realistic/realism writing style? Or is the market so simplistic, capitalist, and intent on typecasting/pigeon-holing us as slavery-related lit, street lit, and urban lit that the multiplicity of our writing as it crosses several genre classifications is just ignored? Maybe a lot of us lose motivation, think fantasy and Sci-Fi are for white folks, or have no opportunities to publish, which are my bets. I hope with our generations and the preceding ones that this will change for people of color.

I’m not trying to devalue or undervalue the importance of Black folks’ stories and struggles, but, at this point, my experience with the Black writers has been poetry to slave narratives to stories about slavery and its related periods, chocolate romanticizing and damn-near pornographic stuff to street lit and back again on a continuous loop. I’m just posing this question: why haven’t I heard of any Black fantasy fiction writers before now? There’s a few of them, less than twenty prominent names (I did some minimum research). Why haven’t more Black people made the leap to writing fantasy fiction and other genres that is generally palatable for Black people? Or do most of us just think it’s a genre best left to white folks?

I believe that we as a peoples, whether some of us want to acknowledge it or not, are still healing from the inflictions of slavery, colonialism, and, now, globalization.

We don’t have to sell out or be pretentious to write literature that respects, acknowledges, and is woven through, even heavily, with our history, which I think is necessary. It seems partly an issue of creative thinking versus [a regurgitation] of realism/realist style of writing and the trap of the market itself. Just by being who we are, as Black peoples across the African Diaspora, and writing stories that are thoughtfully about brown people and still fun and exciting and that provoke and evoke our dreams and imaginations, we can never be less than who we are.

evermore,

Ms.Queenly


*cross-posted @ Black Bloggers Connect and She Writes*

After an unfortunate conclusion to a discussion with the blogger Tosh Fomby from totsymae.com, I come to contemplate The Wall.

I feel like I wasted my time with this Tosh Fomby, and at the end of it all, she labeled and dismissed me as some bitch trying to grind an axe for argument’s sake after I clearly inquired as to what her beef over the ‘The Help’ post on my blog was really about because I really wanted to know and jumped through all kinds of hoops of expression for her. No we weren’t going to come to any agreements because we just didn’t agree and I think she understood that much. Seems to me like she was just leading me around for the sake of leading me around while I really trying to clarify myself and get to know her, all the while she was making fun of me and not really listening at all.

Obviously, she must have been pissed off about the post because she liked ‘The Help’ or something. I should have read the signs, what with her being all passive aggressive throughout the entire conversation and with my brief experience with her She Writes, where she welcomed me and seemed friendly enough at first. So the my time-wasting issue is partly my fault for falling for it.

She’s just one so-and-so, right? Why listen to her? But…the situation really let me down. I really thought she was listening because I was listening to her (while standing steadfastly with determination in pushing back with my own prospective). Maybe this is my challenge from this experience, to push past people like this.

The recent conversation had me sitting there with my disappointed boo-boo the bear face for a sec and I thought of this post. Can two people who think they have similar goals understand each other enough to really work towards dialogue and understanding for the cause?

As I work towards my goals and trying to be true to myself at the same time, I encounter The Wall, or a breakdown in communications.

Ever more true,

Ms. Queenly


Word is that people are making a big deal out of this movie. I don’t really get it. I haven’t seen it nor have I read the book. But I will say this:

This is a book that was written by a white woman if I’m not mistaken.

This is now a movie and a book that has made millions of dollars.

Why is yet another white person making gross amounts of money off of Black folks when so many Black folks can barely make money to survive and have one of the highest unemployment rates as a group in the country? Why can’t Black writers, producers, and artists get this this much money for writing work for their own communities!? <—This is all I need to know. I’m not seeing this movie. I’m not buying the book.

Somewhat pissed off about this. Let me know if I’m missing something here. And excuse me if I don’t join the line of people praising this mess.

for real,

Ms. Queenly


This is a reflection on a brief but recent misunderstanding that I had with Nnedi Okorafor at the Black Nerds Network Group on Facebook.

I would like to share a personal experience.

Now, when I was an undergrad at Seattle University, I was mandated to take a British lit course. I didn’t want to do it. I had to do it to graduate. So I did. The professor was a Black woman who spent about 75% of class time sitting on a stool in front of us in a very uncomfortable auditorium, talking about…herself. Dressed in her fashionably Europeanesque clothes and boots, having come from her European-styled, pink-painted office. She’s the only Black woman in her field in the country, apparently. And she really, really, really, really liked to talk about herself, namely how great it was that 1) she was in her position and, 2) how awesome a person she was to be in her position. She had the nerve to claim, with all her issues with her internalized racism, that she was going to be “the Morpheus to my Neo”.

Why are so many of my so-called “elders” like this? Of course, I can only speak from my own experiences and my experiences aren’t the same as everyone else’s.

It seems all around the Black community, and this is particularly true of academics and writers, those elders who “make it” as academics or writers think the most important contribution that they make to our people is “making it”. They get a book deal or make enough to self-publish, and/or they get certain amounts of recognition. Then they sit on their lofty laurels and act all offended when they get challenged. They look down their noses at all young people as we are naughty, insolent young brats whose work, thoughts, opinions, and feelings are far inferior to their own. They “make it” and they want a cheer section, suddenly the reality for the rest of us who are struggling to live, to become published, to get degrees, to become professors, etc. becomes very, very far away

The discussion on the Black Nerds Network Group was interesting to me because people kept throwing around the names of the same, like 18 or so, Black science fiction writers (mostly science fiction but fantasy fiction, too, I think, apparently) every post. Like Octavia Butler. I don’t have anything against her, but no matter how many times people suggest her to me, no matter how great her style and depth is, or how many times I try to pick up her books and get into them, Octavia Butler’s writing just isn’t my flow. That’s me being honest.

A Creative Writing professor at Chicago State University and novelist, Nnedi Okorafor happened to be posting on the group and got downright indignant when I used the word “token”. I don’t get what her deal was, smdh. I criticized the publishing market that only allows so many Black writers in, and even fewer Black fantasy fiction and sci-fi writers, and she just took it way too personally. Yes, she is tokenized whether she knows that or not. I have a copy of the conversation if anyone wants to see how few words can convey a lot.

When did it become so much about the individual? Has there always been this degree of a lack of unity and support in the Black community because of individualism?

evermore confused and disappointed,

Ms. Queenly



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