Joan Rivers is finally letting her age show. Once upon a time she was actually funny and I loved watching her, no matter what she was doing. She was witty, self deprecating, and she made it all look like fun. But apparently the anesthesia has finally taken its toll…
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Joan Rivers Critiques Michelle Obama…As If
Posted in beauty, fashion with tags election night dress, Jackie Onassis, Joan Rivers on Michelle Obama, Joan Rivers plastic Surgery, Joan Rivers smarts off, Michelle Obama, Narciso Rodriguez, Obama election night on November 19, 2008 by O.A Touchy Subject
Posted in Life, Politics, Race with tags black America, black president, healing, History, Life, Michelle Obama, news, Personal, Politics, president, Race, Relationships, thoughts, white America, White House on May 10, 2008 by O.I have been searching for a way to express myself on this subject in a way that is truly healing, non confrontational, and that will help people understand. Race has been such a polarizing topic in this country, and that is something that both infuriates and saddens me. Typically, I only talk about politics and the cultural divide with my hubby and the kids as a teaching tool, but I have very strong feelings on the topic (as I am sure everyone does) and it is getting increasingly difficult to keep those feelings to myself.
I can’t help but call to mind that moment when Michelle Obama expressed her feelings of being proud of her country for the first time in her adult life and how the media and the opponents took those words and twisted them and made them out to be something other than what she was trying to express. I felt sad that I understood what she meant and others didn’t, and even sadder that because her husband is running for the highest office in the land that she may never be able to fully share her sentiments with the rest of us.
To put it bluntly, since the beginning of our great nation, black people have always lived in a different America than white people. There have always been a different set of standards that we have lived by. That is a fact, there is no reason to go into the history, most everyone is aware of it. There are many misconceptions when you are on the black side looking in, and many when you are on the white side looking in, and unfortunately we have made very little progress when it comes to truly understanding each other.
I have to be honest, I have not always been proud of my country because my country has not always been proud of me. Do I love my country? With all of my heart. My husband has given up 20 years of his life to serve this country and I have been by his side for 18 of those years. My son is considering serving his country as well. I put my hand over my heart when presented with the colors, or when I hear the National Anthem being played. Many a day I have stopped in reverance to our flag and our country while I am on the military base and they are retiring the colors for the day. I stand and put my hand over my heart when I am in a military movie theater out of respect when the anthem is played rather than previews before the movie. And I love it, I am proud because this is my country. But we all can relate to loving someone who is not perfect and yet, we love them anyway. Our country is not perfect. No country is. And speaking out against the ugly parts doesn’t make one unpatriotic.
I don’t dare put words in Michelle Obama’s mouth, but I relate to the emotion behind what she was saying.
During the 60’s, water hoses were turned on black people who were simply seeking equality in front of all of the world to see. Is that a moment in our country’s history that we can be proud of? I think not. I remember taking my elementary school aged children to downtown Montgomery Alabama in the year 2000, where some of the atrocities occured and thinking that once upon a time, I would not have been allowed to shop in the store where I bought film for my camera. I was awed by how close the Dexter Avenue Church was from the State’s Capitol and how these things were taking place under the watchful eye of Alabama government. I am teary eyed right now, just thinking about the emotion I felt when I toured the church and then the Capitol Building and thought about how far we’ve come. And then, how far we have to go.
When black people were being killed because they simply wanted to vote, was that a time in our country that we should have been proud? Again, no. I can list many times when black people have been disenfranchised, treated unfairly, and even murdered and the “country” stood by and let it happen. The truth is the truth, whether we like it or not.
There have been some dark times in our country; times when we were not at our finest hour. And to pretend that these things have never happened and to say that we have been proud during those times and not ashamed of how an integral part of society was treated, is the equivalent of burying ones head in the sand.
So how do we begin to understand? I can only speak from my own point of view. So walk in my shoes for few moments.
I am always hyper aware of my blackness whenever I encounter “new” white people because I don’t know how they feel about black people.
When I walk into an establishment and I am the only one or one of few black people and I am stared at, I feel that it is because of my skin color.
When I walk into a store and no one greets me, and then a white person walks into the store behind me and the sales person immediately greets that person, that is a blow to my feelings (happened recently in Palm Springs).
When I get in a line and or come up to the counter the same time as a white person and the other white person behind the counter helps the white person before me (this just happened today), I feel slighted and I wonder if it is because I am black.
I have taught my son not to put his hands in his pockets while he is in the store because as soon as he walks in, he is being watched and I don’t want him to give off any type of suspicious look.
I have a college education, graduated Magna Cum Laude with a degree in Art, speak two languages other than English at a proficient level and I am learning two more and I attended a Title I Blue Ribbon Magnet school from grades 4-12. When you assume that I don’t know what a normal English word means and you explain it to me, that is offensive. If I don’t know what something means, I will ask or look it up.
I don’t have a baby’s daddy. And I was raised in a house with two parents who were married.
And although I will stand up for myself in a fight, I am not an angry black woman. I am not bitter, I don’t have a bad attitude, I don’t go around snapping my fingers in the air (unless I am joking), and I don’t have penchant for rolling my neck.
And when I hear Hillary Clinton go on and on about how Obama does not appeal to white working class voters as if that is the most important thing in this election. My heart sinks because all votes are important in this country.
Am I overly sensitive and paranoid? Maybe. But given the history, am I justified. I think so.
Now I am sure that there are many white people who don’t see black women or people this way. Just as I feel white people have misconceptions about black people, black people have misconceptions too. But maybe if we can begin to talk openly and honestly and we can begin to see how the other group may perceive the situation, then maybe we can begin to understand and in understanding, maybe we can begin to truly heal.
We are possibly looking at the first black president of the United States. This is an amazing time in our country. And I am pretty confident that if and hopefully when this is the case, white America and black America will not see him as only a president for black people, or only president for white people, but as the president of America, our America. And I can guarantee you 99.9% that no one will be shooting dice or drinking forties in the back of the White House when he is in office. It just ain’t gonna happen.