Underscore

February 9th 2018

Nothing like a good old fashion argument on Facebook to get your blood boiling.

I’ll be brief: basically the discussion was how would Idiris Elba do as a Black James Bond? 

I commented that it’s fine as long as Blacks stop complaining when someone White tries to be a Black character.

The room exploded. Everyone defending that no one should play a Black fictional character and then some guy in the chat said something rude and I gave him two warning shots to watch his mouth or we’ll certainly take this offline.

I really don’t play that. As someone who crafts words, if you need to start cursing at me over a dialogue, then I know you got problems and your point isn’t very sharp. I stated my point clearly and left it after one last statement. Essentially calling out the so-called elusive black racism. True artists do and allow for all. You can’t complain that you want a Black man to play a white character, then turn around and be insulted when whites show their racism. THEN when a white man plays a Black character, turn around and not allow it.

I admitted history favors blacks with the whitewashing issues. 

But I also said black culture is global and people of color influence many, many things. We should be proud and not limiting. I challenged them to listen to white racist complaints and not sound the same way when they do the same thing to whites about Black characters.

Of course, they didn’t get it and ended up spewing racist things about how a White person can’t play a black character.

I mean … really. I said my peace, made sure that fool understood I wasn’t allowing him to be an asshole without consequences and left the chat alone. Ruined the first part of my day and I got a headache … but on a lighter note: I got all A’s in all the assignments in the first Unit Biology. 

The feelings and mood I had two days ago were just a very dark point. Not sure why and how I got there, but it’s lifted…regardless of this mornings events. I let it go. 

Still, this is my underscore of why I can’t stand people. ANY people. Other humans. No matter the race. They are clogged and pig-headed. Determined to self-destruct. Why should I venture to be close to that kind of cancerous social atmosphere; trying to weed out “good sensible” people from the choking bulk of racist, narrow minds? I don’t have the energy or ability to find the good.

Can it be so hard to see that color of skin doesn’t matter in art?

Can it be so hard to see that color of skin doesn’t matter?