That Black Lady Ain't Black

Or something racist like that

I dunno guys..birtherism the sequel is kinda just boring. Two thumbs down from this critic but what do I know.

I, along with millions, watched the disaster that the National Association of Black Journalists put on (against the knowledge and/or wishes of members) consisting of an alleged interview with the right’s melon-hued messiah (s/o JoJoFromJerz ) where at one point he wanted to question the blackness of Vice President Harris.

Which that is weird because the talking point the days before was that she was a DEI hire because she was Black. And then there is this piece of art:

So, I’m confused… she’s so Black she is not Black or..Idk maybe it will come to me by the end of this.

But short of getting too far into the weeds of race, ethnicity, and nationality—which they could use some lessons in—

I do want to talk about America and how wild it is that this is even a discussion

Kamala Harris is Black. She is also Asian. She is also a woman…I know I know mind-blowing stuff here. But something I thought about when this started was historically how desperately in the past white people in the United States wanted to MAKE people Black.

Remember the one drop rule? For those who don’t know here is a short history.

One drop posits that any person with even one ancestor of African ancestry is considered Black. This rule emerged from the antebellum period and became codified in the early 20th century, reinforcing the racial segregation and discrimination of Jim Crow laws.

The one-drop rule reflected and perpetuated the belief in the purity of white lineage, contributing to the systemic marginalization of mixed-race individuals by classifying them as Black regardless of their appearance or heritage mix.

Put plainly— you got a drop of Black in you, you working for free.

The idea was that whiteness is SO PURE and PERFECT that anything deviating from that with tainted blood is impure and unworthy.

This is all junk and not really worth much, but I couldn’t help but think about it as I watch the right bemoan the nuances of race—disregarding the lineage of the children of their current candidate for VP.

Right after the “interview” Alina Habba, the bad lawyer and campaign advisor to Trump, was seen at a rally yelling something about how she, unlike Kamala, at least knows her roots. And then saying “I’m going to speak to you, Miss Harris! I am a strong woman, a mom, a lawyer, and an American!”

Well a couple things— Habba, like Harris, was born in the US to immigrant parents. Hers just happen to be from Iraq and not only does she not ever mention that part, neither she nor her hair stylists seem to care much about roots.—Okay that was catty (Sup JD) and wrong. I apologize but also they should stop being weird.—

But no one over here questions if she is an American. No one questions if Trump is American (the German Drumpf family) no one questions our white friends who always throw out a math equation to define their heritage. Because, IT DOESN’T MATTER.

But when we want to point to how someone is bad— historically we want to say how they are Black with even one little drop. But in an effort to create division in our community they want to conveniently question that blackness right now.

We refuse to fall for it. Some in the broader media, like the Washington Post, may have taken the bait, but overall, we are not having it. She is one of us, she is one of you, that is how it works in a multiracial multicultural society.

One of my favorite things in the Georgia rally was not just the ‘say it to my face’ line from MVP but looking behind her as she delivered it. Behind her on that podium were people emblematic of America. So many ages, races, genders, sexes, identities, etc— it was who we really are. While watching on the computer, I had to take a screenshot:

That is, as I look at it, a Black woman running for President in front of a diverse crowd in Georgia. My South-Asian friends see the same thing but maybe sub out or add Asian. You see, we are a summation of our parts and we are who and what we identify as. Or what the police see when they pull us over or respond to a 911 call…

I hope we eventually don’t have to discuss this anymore but i’ll leave with this interesting nugget that I also thought about a lot from Qasim Rashid

Weird.