I know that I have this reputation of being somewhat of a sexist, and believe me it's not justified. Still, I have never believed in wasting my time or energy trying to convince folks that I am not the person they think I am. Having said that, it's with some trepidation that I write this next post. But I am going to write it anyway, because, quite frankly, I have never been one to bite my tongue.
My man Francis L. Holland recently made me aware of a book called "The Feminist Survival Guide to Politically Inhospitable Environment" or some shit like that. And he led me to this blog, where the author, to her credit, seemed to be speaking out against it. The book was written by a feminist progressive (and I use that word loosely) by the name of Amanda Marcotte. So far so good right? I mean I really don't care about what or who feminist choose to write about. They have a cause, and god bless them if they want to advance it. But what bothered me and the reason for me even mentioning this book, was some of the images that were found in it: Powerful, superhuman white woman, defeating the black and brown savages from the jungle. [I posted a pic with this post for you to judge for yourself.]
I have always had some issues with the white feminist movement in this country. First, they benefited from affirmative action, yet you would think that only black folks did. Second, white women belong to the most protected class in this country, so I have always been somewhat confused as to just what the fuck they have to complain about. And finally, feminist or not, they all hold their purses a little tighter on the elevator, not when they see a white man or a black woman; they hold that bitch a little tighter when they see me, a black man coming.
So when I see shit like this it only serves to reinforce some of the negative perceptions and stereo types that I have for this group. I guess you could call it a a mutual and natural mistrust. And before I forget, let me give a shout out to my sisters, because I did see some of them calling out the author in the comments section of this blog, and it might have been what caused the host of said blog to rethink her position.
This political season has really put a strain on the relationship between black men and white (and dare I say some black) feminist. They say your true feelings come out when your back is against the wall. And with Hillary and the "O" man going at each other to become the dumbocratic nominee for the President of these divided states, we are starting to see how some of these feminist really feel about us.
Now these pictures might just have been another example of poor judgement being used by this publisher, and there might not have been any thought of race when the author and the publisher decided to use the images that they did. But it sure as hell reminded me of yet another group in A-merry-ca that I am always going to keep my eyes on. Because at the end of the day, the pie is only so big. And since some folks have made up their minds that people who look like me don't deserve an equal share, I will be damned if I am not going to grab some of that bitch [the pie] without even asking.
