Over at the Respectable Negroes and TCoates as Adam shared with me, there's an old discouraging existential battle going on. It is the battle between the essential and the merely black.
The pique is some highschool teacher somewhere in the South is losing his job because he presumed that his students might be merely black. But somebody involved in his pillory presumed that his students must be essentially black, and therefore a line that might be crossed by mere humans without a problem suddenly necessitated a collection of existential shackles.
You see this teacher made his students dress up like cotton picking slaves.
I'm not going to make a big deal about this although it truly annoys me. And by big deal I mean write a long essay explaining all the nuances. I'll just say the whole bloody thing is stupid, but just what you might expect idiot peasants to get all bent out of shape about.
What if the kids were Italian and the teacher cast them as Romans in the story of the Crucifixion? Surely that would be something? No it would be nothing. Since TCoates is the mainstream twerp on this talking point, we all have to be sensitive because he's sensitive as we mistake sensitivities for intellectual acuity. The teacher should sue, for whatever that's worth.
Oh, but I'm not being clear. Coates is filling up enquiring minds with the details of light-skinned fantasies that die hard. Etching out literary lines of colorstruck insecurities and solidifying a caste of millions still fundamentally incapable of thinking their way over a color line. Existentially speaking that is.
I'm getting to the point at which I hate black people, just the way I hate Mexican food. That's because what everybody takes to be 'Mexican food' is only the Mexican equivalent of American junkfood. Tacos and burritos are hamburgers and hotdogs. Everything 'black' these days is cultural junk, which is why we're talking about the psyches of highschool students who cannot portray history without becoming slaves to.. well.. the legacy of slavery.
