Can’t believe I’m getting ready to write this but here goes — I think Paula Deen is getting a bad rap, and not just because I’m from Atlanta and I like her biscuits. I mean look, does her admittance of using a pretty foul word make me cringe? Sure it does. But she’s not unlike a lot of folks I’ve met raised in the Jim Crow South (and, if we’re being honest, everywhere else in this great land. Seriously, some of the worst offenders have been in the oh-so-cosmopolitan and progressive urban areas of the Northeast, including my beloved adopted city of DC. So go ahead and get right with that) who struggle with the realization that language they heard growing up in casual conversation has become — rightly so — offensive to people who are trying to overcome a past that had them relegated to second class citizenry. Should Paula and others of her generation be stubbornly tied to that past by continuing to use the language of that past? No, I don’t think so. And the same goes for the inner-city and suburban black kid who wants to reconnect to his heritage by adopting the very same word to appear tough or legit. As for her desire to sit in a restaurant and be served by a waitstaff of black men — God help me but I think she meant that as a compliment, as misdirected and misguided as it was. I’m not excusing her, but I am unwilling to join in on a witch hunt for the head of someone who is probably a pretty decent person in real life, despite her continued adherence to the things of the past that aren’t really all that pretty. She’ll take a hit for this, and she should. But I think turning her into a Klan member is a bridge too far. And another thing, you want to see something really ugly? Check out what TMZ.com does to a black man who shares her profession and rises above the pettiness. They turn an act of graciousness and forgiveness into something much darker and essentially present this man as a mercenary monster. You want to address something ugly media? Look in the damn mirror.
Anyway, I’m hoping for some good weather this weekend — couple games of softball Saturday and then a float down the river Sunday — so I’m going to put those things in my headspace and not the ugliness that comes from having a slow news day. I mean dang, aren’t there other things to write about?
And this? Which, by the way, I’m not totally in agreement with my friend Jason on. I liked Bush and Romney much more than he did. But the grasping at things of the past and holding on despite learning better ways to be seems to be a theme here…
Next effort. Thank God they’re not Paula Deen’s. What would that say about me…?
Not the best thing I’ve ever written, and I had to make some last minute changes to it, but I’m comfortable with it…
Good one from Mr. Goldberg. His snark is just so pleasant and intellectual.
And with that same tone in mind, this song is intriguing.
Have a lovely weekend babies.