Thought I'd take a quick moment to post on the B-word. Not the b-word, but the B-word. The one I'm talking about probably isn't the one you're thinking of. But that's neither here nor there. )
Reposted from a non-lj private comm (Edit 10-Aug-2011: Now un-flocked because a subsequent message suggested this person actually has no excuse for the level of fail displayed, so I no longer feel I've reason to hide her presumptuous offensiveness from the rest of the world):

Apparently, I'm not Black, or Intra-racial race wank at )

Oooh. Good getting that off my chest.
The Root quoted a statement Campbell issued:
"I am shocked. It's upsetting to be described as chocolate, not just for me, but for all black women and black people. I do not find any humour in this. It is insulting and hurtful."

I realise this is a matter of opinion and that other Black people might not see things Ms. Campbell's way, but this particular Black woman wholeheartedly agrees.

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One comment I see over and over when many women of multiple races have online discussions about Black women with Black hair is, “It’s just hair!”

I’ve devoted gigabytes of disk space trying to respond to those comments in way that was not overly emotional. As the roots of why it's not “just hair” -- why, for many, many women, this is a subject that moves far beyond vanity and into sense of self and sense of worth territory -- are inherently emotional, I’ve been less successful in this than I prefer to have been.Read more... )
I’ve written about hair here before. I didn’t really think I had much more to say, although my thoughts and ideas on the subject continue to grow and evolve.
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Tonight, while checking out some of my old fanfic faves, I stumbled across some journals and blogs and articles (oh my!) that addressed the subject of "whitewashing" in publishing -- that is, using a White model on book covers/jackets to depict a character who the author describes as a PoC.

I read a few of them, appalled to realize that this kind of thing is still happening, especially since one of the publishers mentioned has stirred up readers around the world before. (Didn't you learn anything the first go 'round, Bloomsbury?)

But, as much as the topic interests me, I wondered why I never read anything about another, loosely related subject that's been bothering me for years.
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Nearly a year ago, I posted a fragment of a poem I wrote back when I was in college. This weekend, as I packed up to move, I found a complete version of one of the early drafts.

Check it out )
A post over at the Spock_Uhura comm sent me searching for ancient blog posts and poetry I'd written about Black women and hair.

The posts were a disappointment, as they were heavily edited -- I remembered cutting huges swaths out of most of them so as not to offend my employers.

The poem, which I wrote probably 15 years ago, was missing the second and third stanzas from the original version and I'd added a stanza just for the blog, but it was still better than what I'd done to the blogs hemselves:
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I wish I could remember the rest.

I only recently joined the lj Spock_Uhura community, so I missed whatever dust-up caused a series of postings on avoiding racefails. Though I read them with interest and thoroughly enjoyed most of them and I was happy that they existed, for the most part, didn't give them much thought beyond recommending them to a former editor with whom I used to work.

Wednesday night, however, after reading a fic that left me... somewhat unsettled, I had reason to consider them again. My reaction to it has left me wondering if I'm guilty of a type of racefail of my own.

First, a bit of background:

I'm a Black woman who was raised in family that strove to make its members acutely aware of the existence of racism and racial insensitivity in our society and within the larger world, but without actually banging the drum and calling the young to arms.

Family elders, most of them, anyway, advocated the quieter fight:

Show the world that you are more than the color of your skin, and you won't win the battle, but you will at least not have contributed to the problem. And, if you're lucky, you might just get to be a part of the force that chisels away at long-held, often unconscious, stereotypes.
For the most part, I have lived my life in this vein, only stepping out of that learned comfort zone on two or three occasions.

That doesn't mean that I haven't ever raised my voice when I blatant examples of injustice, just that I have usually only chosen to speak only after careful consideration.

Most often, however, I have remained silent.

Wednesday was one of those nights.

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