I’m exhausted. It’s so hard, really it is. I mean I thought I was just watching a pretty dope movie. No one explained to me that there would be a sociopolitical Warshak test afterwards. Who didn’t notice the stereotypical, slow, hoodish Skids and Mudflap from Transformers 2? I noticed and first and foremost I chose not to see them as Black (or African American), I chose to see them as what they were meant to be comic-relief characters in a blockbuster movie.
What I forgot was that this is America and to take anything at face value is a grave offense to someone. It’s so hard to be Black (or African-American). So hard. The only time a white person is accused of not being white, ironically, is when they date a black person. But, being Black? Being Black has manifested into such a tightrope affair. When you get upset about just about anything, you are the over sensitive Black person who needs to lighten up. When you don’t get mad at all, you’re the sell-out who has assimilated into a society that is set up to destroy us one reflection at a time.
(And seriously, isn’t it all redundant since none of us can escape our color? It’s a pigment, the rest is what we choose to make it.)
Yes, Skids and Mudflaps were stupid. That’s obvious. Yes Skids and Mudflap had goldteef (teeth) and spoke of being from the hood. But, I’m sorry, the question must be asked; if we are going to ever begin to grow and escape the insecurity and self-hate that plagues us, doesn’t that mean WE at some point must disconnect from the gross, habitual, self-associating that causes US to see ourselves in these characters.
Yes, we must point out when injustice is being done against us but we also must make damn sure that we aren’t answering the call of injustice when it’s randomly seeking willing victims.
In other words, unless it’s your name stop looking up every time someone calls out Nigger.