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Mallory Ortberg Traces Origin Of White People Pleading To Use N-Word To Garden Of Eden

12 Dec

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Garden of EdenI was tipped off to Mallory Ortberg’s blog post, The N-Word, White People, and The Garden of Eden via a tweet by staff writer for The Daily Beast, Jamelle Bouie, who called it “the most brilliant thing on the internet today.”  I would have to agree. What sayeth you?

 

Ortberg, author of the site, The Toast, imagines white people in the Garden of Eden pleading with God to use the N-Word, even if just once…

“And the Lord God spoke to white people, saying, All other words you may gladly say, and yet this n-word you may not speak, just the ONE word that’s off-limits. Literally just the one. Look at all the other words I have made for thee in this thy garden. Try saying all of them. There’s so many. “

 


Read Ortberg’s full article at www.the-toast.net

 

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SOURCE:  www.the-toast.net, The N-Word, White People, and The Garden of Eden, by Mallory Ortberg, December 11, 2013

photo credit:  www.commons.wikimedia.org, Jacob de Backer, Garden of Eden

What I’m Hearing: Rachel Jeantel and Black Women Stereotypes

3 Jul

We have to love social media…or, do we?

I couldn’t help but notice the many postings on Facebook–both video clips and status updates referring to Rachel Jeantel, Trayvon Martin’s friend, who was the last person to speak to Trayvon, and the key witness in the George Zimmerman trial last week.

Now, that I am so with it, and on Twitter, the first tweet I saw about Rachel Jeantel’s testimony, which was tweeted (see how I have the lingo down?) by a black man, said that Rachel Jeantel was an embarrassment, probably the worst witness ever.

Then, more tweets and status updates and blog posts on fb followed:  […]

Wendy Jane Moves Mountains One Football Fan At A Time (and in other ways, too:)

27 Nov

I still feel like I’m at the beginning of my journey with this blog.  Still don’t exactly have “the answer” when someone black, or white, asks me, “what do you find so intriguing about black people and black culture?”  I cringe at the word intriguing because it makes me feel like they think I’m examining black people as some kind of curiosity, much like the time my daughter Leni’s assistant pre-school teacher in Tulsa (who I’d learn later was an evangelical Christian out to convert us) said to me, “I just found out you were Jewish, and that is so neat.  My father has always been fascinated with “your people” and has studied them for many years.”  That freaked me out.  I hope I don’t freak black people out when they try to get at the premise behind my blog, which Leni, who turns 13 next week,  seems to think is all about  my “obsession with black people.”

The one thing I have come to value immensely is the connections  I make with my readers.  While sometimes I feel vulnerable and exposed when a friend tells me that they enjoy getting to know me better through my writings, or sad when I’ve offended anyone, I am overwhelmed with the positive support  I receive from so many people because of Wendy Jane’s Soul Shake.

There has been dialogue via the comments section about race, about how white and black people connect in sometimes negative, but also positive ways.  I have gained knowledge of how black people’s lives have been impacted by the way society views and has constructed the idea and practice of race and racism.  I have heard from white people who have shared their experiences and point-of-views regarding race.

One of the most fun and touching ways I experience these connections is through the stories and materials that people send my way because of the blog.  I get web articles sent to me:  a book review with race as it’s topic, a link to a blog about a white girl who started sporting an afro just for the fun of it, a link to an NPR show on soul music.  I’ve started keeping a list of these materials by my desk.  Some of these items make it into a blog post; the rest I am enriched by personally when I make the time to explore them.  I’m grateful for my friends and readers who thoughtfully send these gems my way.

Finally, I love when people spontaneously tell me of a connection they’ve made across colorlines, and that they tell me this because of my blog.  Like when Leni told me I’d be proud of her because she made a new black friend in her gymnastics class.  Like when a black person tells me they appreciate my bravery for speaking honestly and openly about my feelings on race.  Like when a white person admits their awkward white person moment of catching themselves saying something patronizing to a black person.

My Dad just started reading my blog, and made me feel proud when he told me in a phone call two weeks ago how wonderful he thought it was .  Here is a phone call I received from my Dad just last weekend:

“I called because I thought you’d get a kick out of this.  I’m at a football game (Dad’s in Florida for the winter) and football is huge down here, so this is a big high school game–one of the teams fan’s are mostly all white, the other side is mostly all black fans.  Guess which side I’m sitting on? ”

“The all black side?”

“Yes…I just wanted to tell you that–thought you’d get a kick out of it.”

I had my own proud daughter moment just then. While my Dad couldn’t see through the phone, I was grinning from ear to ear.  My Dad raised my sisters and me to treat everyone equally, and even though he has coached high school girls basketball teams for over twenty-five years and through his athletic work has worked with diverse groups of girls and adults, he just had to share this anecdote with me.

 

Question?  While y’all might mix it up in your day-to-day life and not even think about it, when’s the last time you consciously made the effort to connect across colorlines?  Please share in the comments below.

 

 

 

 

J.A.P. or B.A.P.? You Decide.

10 Sep

My family is on to me.  Just look at the card my older sister Sarah sent me for my birthday last week. […]