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On Baby Blue Ivy Carter and the Alleged Ugliness of Blackness

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On Baby Blue Ivy Carter and the Alleged Ugliness of Blackness

Besides reading straight news stories and some of Jorge Rivas’s Beyonce Baby Absurdities, I’ve avoided most things Blue Ivy Carter. I knew if indulged in even a smidgen more about this little girl, I’d find myself walking among stunted souls who traffic in the idea that the full lips, large eyes, broad nose and dark brown skin of a Jay-Z is inherently ugly. 

But then, in a reckless act of masochism, I did it anyway. Here’s a sampling of the stomach-tightening invective I’ve read online:

“hopefully she gets most of her looks from her mother’s side.”

“thats gonna be one ugly nigga baby with big ass lips and a dirty ass weave.”

“i just hope beyonce genetics dont get over powered by camel genes.”

“I had a dog named Blue! Poor kid–all of the talent and money in the world won’t do her much good if she looks like Jay-Z.”

“I had no idea that that ‘adorable’ and ‘Jay Z’s nose, eyes and lips’ could have been used in the same sentence. I wish them the best of luck though!! <3 <3″

“i NEED pictures cause that baby don’t sound “adorable” She got all the ugly traits of Jay-Z..not to be mean or rude & talk about a kid or nun but that baby sound ugly.”

Even with the grain of salt with which I take online comments, I do believe these statements are a true expression of what too many people–my people–are saying about this child and feeling about themselves. There’s nothing I can write to make this better. Not addressing it won’t make it better, either.

There is, though, some beauty to be had in matters like colorism. Personally, I’ve found solace in good books, particularly works of fiction that allow me to process the nauseating reality from a distance. People can be so ugly, but words are pretty. 

One such book is “Maude Martha,” the debut novel by the late and greatly missed poet Gwendolyn Brooks. In her unfettered, masterful prose, Brooks shows us how some women of color look in the mirror and assess what they see with pragmatism rather than self-destructive melodrama. Listen to her main character, Maud, as she takes stock of allure:

I am what he would call–sweet. But I am certainly not what he would call pretty. … Pretty would be a little cream-colored thing with curly hair. Or at the very lowest pretty would be a little curly-haired thing the color of cocoa with a lot of milk in it. Whereas, I am the color of cocoa straight, if you can be even that “kind” to me.

Then, through dialogue between Maud and her suave husband-to-be, Paul, Brooks reminds us that women are not alone in this thing:

“Fatherhood,” said Paul, “is not exactly in my line. But it would be all right to have a couple or so of kids, good-looking in my pocket so to speak.”

“I am not a pretty woman, said Maud Martha. “If you married a pretty woman, you could be the father of pretty children. Envied by people. The father of beautiful children.”

“But I don’t know,” said Paul. “Because my features aren’t fine. They aren’t regular. They’re heavy. They’re real Negro features. I’m light, or at least I can claim to be sort of low-toned yellow, and my hair has a teeny crimp. But even so I’m not handsome.”

No, there would be little “beauty” getting born out of such a union.

Still, mused Maud Martha, I am what he would call–sweet, and I am good, and he will marry me.

The power in these passages lies in their straightforwardness and honesty. “Maud Martha” was published in 1953, before “Black is Beautiful” and more expansive ideas of female beauty. So Maud and Paul know what world they’re living in, and they do just that: Live. 

I hope, in our media-saturated, appearance-obsessed society that is still so wounded by white supremacist aesthetics, baby Blue will find peace and joy in the simple act of living, no matter what she looks like. 

Top Songs on Our Colorlines.com Summertime Soundtrack

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Top Songs on Our Colorlines.com Summertime Soundtrack

Summer has officially begun. And what better way to ring it in than with some of our favorite summer jams? After all, there are beaches to be conquered and outfits to be flaunted. So we’re asking you — our surveyed readers — to dig yourselves out of those unseemly winter funks (the Universe skipped over Spring for some of us) and join our team in a collective effort to chill out. Surely, the news won’t stop and the struggles won’t cease, but for a moment — or however long it takes you get through this — you can smile.

This list is by no means definitive, and we encourage you to jump in with your own suggestions in the comments below. But to start things off, we gathered up the contemporary and the classic, and tried to throw in a little of what’s in between.

Strawberry Swing

Frank Ocean

Twenty-three year old Frank Ocean left New Orleans right after Hurricane Katrina and made his way to Los Angeles. He was only supposed to stay for six weeks but soon started working odd jobs, including a stint at Kinko’s, to help get his music career of the ground. These days he’s writing songs for Justin Bieber, John Legend and Beyonce Knowles. In Strawberry Swing Ocean samples Coldplay’s song by the same name and reminds us to tell the people we care about that, “we’ve loved the good times here.” It’s perfect for summer.

 


 

Super Bass
Nicki Minaj

Love her or hate her, Nicki Minaj has hustled her way to the top of this summer’s party playlist. Her brash aesthetic style and witty punch lines have made her one of the most sought after emcees in the industry. And her politics aren’t too bad, either: the New York-born rapper has openly embraced her devoted core of queer fans.

 

 


Summertime in the LBC

The Dove Shack

While the California nationalists in our office would have it no other way, we think this is one summer jam that spans geographic regions. And now, decades. There’s an easygoing timelessness in both the song and video that can either send you down memory lane or be the soundtrack to your lazy afternoon. So whether you’re lounging out on the block or kicking back at the office, this one’s a keeper.

 


 

 

Doo-Wop (That Thing)
Lauryn Hill

Classic. Hands down. We actually forgot how stunning this 1997 video was until we revisited it for this story. It’s everything we love and sometimes miss about the ex-Fugee singer:  timeless beats and incisive lyricism. And the ’60′s vs. ’90′s visual backdrop? Priceless.

 

Wouldn’t It Be Nice
The Beach Boys

It’s the Beach Boys. Their sounds are summer. Their lyrics scream classic beach anthem. Don’t believe us? Look:

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through.

It’s no coincidence that this feel-good song has been sampled by a range of artists, including a Jamaican dancehall DJ I bumped into years ago in downtown Kingston. And for the record: the crowd loved it.

 

 


Genius of Love
Tom Tom Club

This song has been sampled by everyone–2pac, Mariah Carey, Grandmaster Flash and even 50 Cent. Not only is this a great summer soundtrack. But 30 years after it first hit the radio, it’s still guaranteed dance party.

 

 

What’s on your summertime soundtrack? Let’s hear more suggestions in the comments.

Re-Branding Revolution: 7 Icons Pimped for Profit and Empire

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Re-Branding Revolution: 7 Icons Pimped for Profit and Empire

It’s a sad, but predictable cycle: an outspoken person of color captures the world’s attention with a powerful call for justice—sometimes offering his or her life to the cause—and years later winds up on some well-meaning kid’s t-shirt. Or on the walls of your local Apple Store. And now, on the side of a Navy cargo ship. Over the past four decades, it seems that nothing sells better than revolution.

We’ve rounded up just a handful of the most laughable examples of revolutionaries who, in their death or retirement, have been used to represent the sorts of things they spend their lives opposing.

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Revolutionary: Cesar Chavez
Re-branded: A U.S. Navy ship

Recently, the U.S. Navy named one of its cargo ships after Chavez. So, the tireless advocate for migrant labor who worked passionately against oppressive borders is an instrument of imperial war to help enforce them. “His example will live through this ship,” said Navy Secretary Ray Mabus at the dedication, before a crowd of Latino ship builders.
Photo courtesy: U.S. Navy 

   
   
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Revolutionary: Ernesto “Che” Guevara
Re-branded:
Fashion icon

From t-shirts to designer handbags,  the Argentine-born revolutionary’s image has become omnipresent in the vey system of commercial capitalism that he reviled. The revolution begins at Urban Outfitters, it seems. 

   
   
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Revolutionary: Malcolm X
Re-branded: Enlightened U.S. patriot

In 1999, Malcolm X’s image appeared on a collectible U.S. Postal Service stamp for the government that he spoke openly, passionately, and repeatedly about wanting to dismantle. 

   
   
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Revolutionary: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Re-branded: Happy-go-lucky hero.

Last summer, Glenn Beck scheduled his own “Restoring Honor” gathering on the National Mall to coincide with the anniversary of King’s “I Have a Dream Speech.” That fact requires no further comment, but Beck is just the most extreme example of MLK’s rebranding as a diversity teddy bear.
Restoring Honor Photos courtesy: Luke X Martin/Flickr. 

   
   
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Revolutionary: Native American resistance leaders
Re-branded: U.S. military symbols

Just days after Osama bin Laden’s death, news broke that the covert military operation that led to his killing was nicknamed “Geronimo.” In an interview with “Democracy Now!”, Winona LaDuke noted that the U.S. military is filled with Native American nomenclature: Black hawk and Apache longbow helicopters, tomahawk missiles.

   
   
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Revolutionary: Mohandas K. Gandhi
Re-branded: Luxury goods pitchman

These days, Gandhi’s image is used to sell almost anything, but especially luxury consumer goods built with sketchy labor in poor countries. Most prominently, Gandhi’s likeness became a key part of Apple’s “Think Different” ad campaign in the late 1990’s.
Labor photo courtesy: Marissa Orton/Flickr

   
   
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Revolutionary: Bobby Seale
Re-branded: Vanilla ice cream enthusiast.

Seale, who co-founded the Black Panther Party for Self-Defense in the late 1960s, became a pitch man for Ben & Jerry’s in the early 1990s. In the ad Seale sports the Panther’s signature black beret while holding up a clenched fist in one hand and a serving of vanilla ice cream in the other.

   

 

Re-Branding Revolution: 7 Icons Pimped for Profit and Empire

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Re-Branding Revolution: 7 Icons Pimped for Profit and Empire

It’s a sad, but predictable cycle: an outspoken person of color captures the world’s attention with a powerful call for justice—sometimes offering his or her life to the cause—and years later winds up on some well-meaning kid’s t-shirt. Or on the walls of your local Apple Store. And now, on the side of a Navy cargo ship. Over the past four decades, it seems that nothing sells better than revolution.

We’ve rounded up just a handful of the most laughable examples of revolutionaries who, in their death or retirement, have been used to represent the sorts of things they spend their lives opposing.

chavez_navy.jpg

Revolutionary: Cesar Chavez
Re-branded: A U.S. Navy ship

Recently, the U.S. Navy named one of its cargo ships after Chavez. So, the tireless advocate for migrant labor who worked passionately against oppressive borders is an instrument of imperial war to help enforce them. “His example will live through this ship,” said Navy Secretary Ray Mabus at the dedication, before a crowd of Latino ship builders.
Photo courtesy: U.S. Navy 

   
   
che.jpg

Revolutionary: Ernesto “Che” Guevarra
Re-branded:
Fashion icon

From t-shirts to designer handbags,  the Argentine-born revolutionary’s image has become omnipresent in the vey system of commercial capitalism that he reviled. The revolution begins at Urban Outfitters, it seems. 

   
   
mx.jpg

Revolutionary: Malcolm X
Re-branded: Enlightened U.S. patriot

In 1999, Malcolm X’s image appeared on a collectible U.S. Postal Service stamp for the government that he spoke openly, passionately, and repeatedly about wanting to dismantle. 

   
   
mlk5.jpg

Revolutionary: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Re-branded: Happy-go-lucky hero.

Last summer, Glenn Beck scheduled his own “Restoring Honor” gathering on the National Mall to coincide with the anniversary of King’s “I Have a Dream Speech.” That fact requires no further comment, but Beck is just the most extreme example of MLK’s rebranding as a diversity teddy bear.
Restoring Honor Photos courtesy: Luke X Martin/Flickr. 

   
   
native.jpg

Revolutionary: Native American resistance leaders
Re-branded: U.S. military symbols

Just days after Osama bin Laden’s death, news broke that the covert military operation that led to his killing was nicknamed “Geronimo.” In an interview with “Democracy Now!”, Winona LaDuke noted that the U.S. military is filled with Native American nomenclature: Black hawk and Apache longbow helicopters, tomahawk missiles.

   
   
gandhi2.jpg

Revolutionary: Mohandas K. Ghandi
Re-branded: Luxury goods pitchman

These days, Ghandi’s image is used to sell almost anything, but especially luxury consumer goods built with sketchy labor in poor countries. Most prominently, Ghandi’s likeness became a key part of Apple’s “Think Different” ad campaign in the late 1990’s.
Labor photo courtesy: Marissa Orton/Flickr

   
   
seale2.jpg

Revolutionary: Bobby Seale
Re-branded: Vanilla ice cream enthusiast.

Seale, who co-founded the Black Panther Party for Self-Defense in the late 1960s, became a pitch man for Ben & Jerry’s in the early 1990s. In the ad Seale sports the Panther’s signature black beret while holding up a clenched fist in one hand and a serving of vanilla ice cream in the other.

   

 

Oprah’s Conflicted, Empowering, Shaming Bond With Women Like Me

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Oprah's Conflicted, Empowering, Shaming Bond With Women Like Me

After 25 years on the air, Oprah’s very last episode of her daily talk show is airing today. It is the end of an era for a show that’s redefined media and transformed television. And I for one am not going to miss Oprah Winfrey at all.

First of all, she is not going anywhere. Did any of you really take Jay-Z seriously when he announced he was retiring from the studio a few years ago? It’s the same thing for me now. And while the end of her daily show marks the end of a cultural era, not only is Oprah not retiring, she is not even retreating from the massive platform she’s built for herself over the past few decades.

Oprah will move on to her eponymous cable channel, the Oprah Winfrey Network, which creates a deliciously appropriate acronym. Instead of just one hour of television a day, she will help program 24 hours of it. It will never be the same as her daily talk show, I know. But she will continue to publish her magazine, the covers of which she graces every month. Her daytime talk show may be over, but she will continue to be an omnipotent cultural presence. She will continue to make headlines every time she exhales, and every other time she’s seen cavorting with her best friend Gayle King.

Oprah is so firmly enmeshed in the cultural firmament that I don’t know how anyone could miss her. I myself was raised on a steady diet of “The Oprah Winfrey Show” in a family of Oprah devotees, and even though I stopped watching the show regularly years ago, I find it impossible to escape her reach.

I can rattle off the most obscure Oprah trivia, details that have nothing to do with her show or the broad themes of her life’s work. How often do Oprah and Gayle talk on the phone? Who designed the hand stitched gold dress Oprah wore on the cover of O Magazine’s fifth anniversary issue? What’s Oprah’s favorite color? Who was Oprah’s teen crush? Answers: At least an hour every day, Narciso Rodriguez, sage green and Jackie Jackson of the Jackson 5.

I remember being on a date and unselfconsciously talking about Oprah like she and I were well-acquainted friends, and being a little surprised that not everyone knew Oprah the way I did. I’ve often mistaken my familiarity with Oprah for affection. But in truth I am both drawn to and ambivalent about her, and that is probably the real reason why I will not miss her talk show.

I’ve been disappointed plenty–I consider my ability to feel let down by Oprah (as well as the fact that it feels unnatural to call her anything but her first name) further proof of the intimacy she’s cultivated with her audience. I remember the “Diabetes: America’s Silent Killer” episode she did last year with Dr. Mehmet Oz, about how the disease plays out in the black community. The show was so irresponsible it felt offensive.

“Diabetes is a ticking time bomb,” Oprah said gravely during the introduction. “It’s a silent killer. It’s annihilating the African-American community. Literally, killing almost 100 of us every single day, in the African-American community.”

“It’s time to get out of denial.”

All true: Diabetes does indeed impact a disproportionate number of black Americans, who are both more likely to contract it and more likely to die from it. But in Oprah’s telling, the solution wasn’t fixing food deserts or increasing access to preventive health care or building parks in urban neighborhoods or any of those boring things. Rather, the epidemic calls for a healthy dose of shaming.

So After Dr. Oz led the audience through a thorough introduction on the ravages of diabetes, Oprah took viewers to Dayton, Ohio, to meet some black church ladies. Viewers watched as the women served up one of their typical post-service meals of fried chicken and meatloaf, and a table of heavy sides. They’d written to the show about their collective weight issues, Oprah said.

Oprah then staged an intervention and sent the women to a boot camp of sorts to get them motivated about changing their lifestyle. When the video segment was over, Oprah turned to the women, now seated in her studio audience, some dressed in their Sunday finery, and clucked her tongue at them, scolding them for being lazy about exercise and stubborn about their diet. It made me so angry to see these women brought from their homes to be shamed on national television.

It felt especially unfair to see Oprah lay into these women with a simplistic cultural criticism without discussing the structural disparities that shape people of color’s lives. One conversation is not complete without the other.

But hadn’t Oprah detailed her own long struggle with her weight and diet and with taking charge of her health? Hadn’t she partaken in her own game of public self-flagellation, and then redemption through self-acceptance? It’s a story line to which she has returned frequently, an endless recurring cycle that was as irresistible as it was exhausting.

I wince now as I remember the January 2009 cover of O Magazine, when two Oprahs stood side by side, a lean and beaming Oprah from 2005, resting an elbow on a chubbier and disappointed Oprah of 2009. The headline, “How did I let this happen again?” stung. The teaser, “Oprah on her battle with weight: a must-read for anyone who’s fallen off the wagon,” hurt to read.

I felt sad for her, and I felt sad for all the women who look up to her as they struggle to accept themselves in a culture that teaches women to hate themselves. So I felt sad for myself, too. Didn’t Oprah, a brave, powerful woman of color who revolutionized 20th century media, deserve to treat herself with more dignity than that? But then, another question: How much of Oprah’s appeal comes from the fact that she embodies women’s worst insecurities about themselves even as she exhorts women to get over it already? Does that make her human, or does it make her cynically depraved? I skipped straight to the book reviews in that issue and looked at little else.

My mom owns DVDs of Oprah’s shows, and my sister pounces every time Oprah’s magazine shows up in the mailbox. Save for a couple niche sewing magazines, my mother has subscribed to Oprah’s magazine longer than any other–and it’s still one of the only mainstream titles that consistently runs decent journalism by and about women.

I’ve peeked at a few shows on Oprah’s new network, and sat rapt during the one episode I saw with Maya Angelou on “Master Class,” an hour-long documentary style interview with an accomplished public figure. I also took a voyeuristic interest in “Season 25,” the riveting behind-the-scenes reality show of the making of Oprah’s finale season. If any of you saw that Yosemite camping episode, you know what I’m talking about. After an exhausting day of shooting mishaps out in the woods, Oprah looked at the camera and said something we didn’t see in the actual episode: “I love the outdoors. But black people don’t want to pretend they’re homeless.”

Oprah’s magnetism is difficult to pinpoint; she’s got charisma that always feels genuine even though it’s well-practiced. Still, some things we’ve become accustomed to we may never get to see again. Over the years, Oprah’s set has become a destination for celebrities’ big public statements (Ellen DeGeneres and Ricky Martin both came out on Oprah’s show, separated by a stretch of more than 10 years); public shaming and repentance (James Frey and Jonathan Plummer did both); awkward confession (Tom Cruise, all the time), and stoic shows of strength in the face of personal devastation (Maria Shriver, this week). I love seeing Oprah turn her guests to mush. I love seeing the elaborate surprises Oprah plans for everyday people, the way she orchestrates tearful reunions and 24-hour makeovers and swoops in like an actual angel to make people’s dreams come true. It is crazy making entertainment.

I believe, even on my meanest days, that Oprah’s quest for global dominance is fueled at least in part by a desire to do some good. And I do believe that she is committed to empowering women and girls, that she wants to give people hope and encourage folks to wake up to the power we all have to make change in the world. So I consume the media she creates even when I’m uncertain if I can stomach more of her self-absorption and moralizing. I am electrified and enraged by Oprah.

I could not turn away from her even if I bothered to try.

The Best Black Comedy You’re Not Watching

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The Best Black Comedy You're Not Watching

My mother–whom I’ll call Big Ro–is famous for her intense crushes. I’ve seen this woman swoon over Octavia Butler novels, Lucille Clifton poems and everything by jazz pianist Jason Moran. Lately she’s been all about Ta-Nehisi Coates, a non-relative whom she calls “your brother,” as in, “Did you see what your brother wrote about Malcolm and Obama? He is so brilliant!”

Perhaps in protest, I try to keep my crushes on the low. But I am my mother’s child. That’s why I can’t contain my adoration for the Web-only series “The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl and Friends.” 

“ABG,” as series creator and star Issa Rae, shorthands it, is everything Tyler Perry’s TV work isn’t. The protagonist, J, is a young, brown-skinned woman from Los Angeles who is (gasp!) socially awkward. At work she silently suffers casual racism, cheap shots about her femininity, colorism, and the advances of a Steve Erkel-esque bugaboo. At home, she writes and spits artless gangsta raps to cope with the loss of an ignorant dude who ultimately dumps her because her short natural haircut makes him “feel gay.” (“No homo,” he says, earnestly.) 

The workplace absurdity on “ABG” reminds me of “The Office” at its best. Ninety-seven percent of the time, the show successfully satirizes common -isms. And J’s dangerous wit, her quiet rage, her “proper-talking” on the job, her perverse love of gangsta rap, her insecurity and her nerdiness make her one of the most textured black woman characters I’ve ever seen. 

I am officially in love with ABG. You will be too.  

 

A Few of My Favorite Things: ‘The Good Wife’

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A Few of My Favorite Things: 'The Good Wife'

I grew up with hours and hours of TV every day, and am a certifiable addict, especially of shows that feature strong women and great plots. I’m at a leadership retreat all this week, having lots of interesting conversations that I can’t write about. So this will be the first of my posts about things I like, rather than about things I’m doing. And since I’m at a retreat center that has no TV, tonight I won’t be able to do one of my favorite things: Watch “The Good Wife“.

“The Good Wife” is in its second season on CBS, and I was hooked from the beginning. If you’ve not seen it, here’s the story: It focuses on Alicia Florrick (Julianna Margulies), the wife of the Illinois States Attorney (Chris Noth) at the moment that he is convicted on corruption charges in which the payoff took the form of an escort. Having cut short her own legal career to support his years ago, Alicia decides to go back to work as a lowly associate in her former boyfriend’s law firm when hubby goes to prison, since someone still has to feed the kids. Each episode tracks the ups and downs of the marriage, which does not end, as well as the case that Alicia is working on that week. They’ve taken on environmental poisoning and wrongful convictions, while thoughtfully exploring the nature of a political marriage in ways that put the woman at the center and allow her to be fully human.

The secondary characters include Christine Baranski and Archie Panjabi, who are both wonderful. Panjabi, who played the elder sister in “Bend It Like Beckham” (Gurinder Chadha’s breakthrough 2002 film about gender and ethnic identity), has really hit her stride here as the firm’s sly, brainy, bisexual investigator. She’s got a secret, and I’m just about holding my breath to find out what it is.

Panjabi is only one of a seriously diverse cast in the second season that includes Anika Noni Rose (“Dreamgirls”) as Florrick’s rival for the state’s attorney seat, and America Ferrera as her undocumented nanny, who also happens to be a brilliant graduate student and financial manager. Ferrera’s character is about to get deported as the Florrick campaign flaunts the nanny scandal, which brings up the terrible injustice of young people who have grown up in the U.S. being sent to a country that is not home. I expect to hear the DREAM Act mentioned at any moment, but never in a way that is preachy or inconsistent with the vehicle, the one-hour drama. They did use the i-word, and I’m going to write a letter telling the producers why that’s a bad idea, but otherwise, “The Good Wife” is just good stuff. Good writing, good thinking, good acting, good plotting. I’ll miss it, but you can watch it on my behalf tonight at 10:00 eastern.

Grammy Award Recap: Angry Bieber Fans Hack Jazz History

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Grammy Award Recap: Angry Bieber Fans Hack Jazz History

The 53rd annual Grammy Awards aired Sunday night. There were a handful of great performances, a surprise video message from a thin Aretha Franklin and exactly one award shocker. And a lot of angry Justin Bieber fans. 

The big surprise of the night was jazz bassist and singer Esperanza Spalding beating out both Bieber and Drake for best new artist. “I take this honor to heart so sincerely, and I will do my damndest to make a whole lot of great music for all of you,” Spalding said in her acceptance speech, the most articulate of the evening.

esperanza_bieberfever.jpgSpalding is the first jazz artist to be named Best New Artist, according to MTV. She is not exactly new though, her latest release is actually her third album.

Tech-savvy fans Bieber fans upset by Spalding’s win immediately updated her Wikipedia page with some not very nice updates. Among the most creative contributions were changing her name to “Esperanza Quesadilla Spalding” and describing her as a “F****** REATARD” [sic.] (Image via Gawker)


The evening started off with a star packed tribute performance to the Queen of Soul. A much smaller Jennifer Hudson joined Christina Aguilera, Martina McBride, Yolanda Adams and Florence Welch of Florence and the Machine for a medley of Aretha Franklin hits.

arethafranklin-grammy.jpgFollowing the tribute, a skinny and hatless Franklin appeared via a pre-recorded message from her home in Detroit where she is recovering from a December surgery for an undisclosed condition (which a family friend originally identified as pancreatic cancer). She thanked the academy and her fans for their prayers, good wishes, and get-well-soon cards.

The country-pop trio Lady Antebellum (who may or may not have a racist band name)
was a big winner, landing five prizes, while Arcade Fire won album of
the year for “The Suburbs.” The former is being hailed as a triumph for independent music labels.

Rapper Eminem–the most-nominated artist with a total of 10 nominations and who’s responsible for 2010′s best selling album–won two Grammys for best rap album album and rap solo performance.

In the night’s performances, an absolutely amazing crowd-surfing Janelle Monáe shocked and awed during her performance of “Cold War” with Bruno Mars and B.o.B. Cee-Lo was joined on stage with about a dozen Muppets to perform the tamed version of his hit “F*** You.” Midway through his performance Gwyneth Paltrow showed up and hopped on top of the piano for a duet.

 

justinbieber_grammy_smith.jpgYou can’t seem to escape the Will Smith clan these days. A leopard-print tights wearing Jaden Smith performed “Never Say Never” with Bieber. Their performance included some multitasking Samurais who were drumming, fire breathing and doing a whole lot of acrobatics.
(Photo: Jaden Smith (L) and Justin Bieber perform onstage during the
53rd Annual GRAMMY Awards. Kevin Winter/Getty Images)

Lady Gaga’s performance wasn’t over the top. But she did have a surprising revelation during her acceptance speech for her best pop vocal album win: “I need to say thank you tonight to Whitney Houston. I wanted to thank Whitney because when I wrote ‘Born This Way,’ I imagined she was singing it because I wasn’t secure enough in myself to imagine I was a superstar. So Whitney, I imagined you were singing ‘Born This Way’ when I wrote it. Thank you.”

Finally, since Bieber’s loss to Spaulding is stealing all the headlines, we’ll close with her side of the story. “When this is all over, we’re all colleagues again, just like we
were before,” she says. “He sold more records than me. We’re doing our
thing in our respective fields. He’s unquestionably a talented man. What
can I say? I didn’t beat him. I’m taking that thing home. He has great
hair, and I have great hair.” 

Filmmakers Look Behind Hollywood’s Lens on Race

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Filmmakers Look Behind Hollywood's Lens on Race

Awards season is upon us; Golden Globe nominations were just announced, and Oscar nominations are coming next. But not even a dozen doctoral dissertations could do justice to the vexed subject of how people of color are represented in Hollywood films. The images projected in American movies have mainly served up the distortion of funhouse mirrors, along with the occasional–and surprising–accurate reflection. The good, the bad, and the downright ugly have affected audiences in such complicated ways that it may be necessary to turn to filmmakers themselves for help in sorting them out–specifically, to documentary moviemakers who are uniquely able to turn their medium’s gaze on itself.

arthur_dong_121610.jpgOne such artist, Arthur Dong, is the director of “Hollywood Chinese,” a delectable and provocative slice of film history that alternates movie clips with comments from actors such as Nancy Kwan, Lisa Lu, and B.D. Wong; from writers such as David Henry Hwang and Amy Tan; and from directors such as Justin Lin and Ang Lee. Their voices and others form a chorus offering a nuanced picture of the Chinese American experience of Hollywood, in front of the camera, behind it, or in the audience. (Readers may also be interested in Jeff Adachi’s “The Slanted Screen,” a critical examination of the representation of Asian-American men in film.)

“Sometimes I think of myself as a wolf in sheep’s clothing when I craft my films,” Dong says. “What is ‘Hollywood Chinese’ about? Really, it’s about racism, and how race relations work or don’t work in this country. That’s the core message. But I’m also a film lover, and I made it for other film lovers–and that’s the way I put the sheep over the wolf.”

Race and racism, of course, have been on the screen since movies began. As shown in the recently produced “Reel Injun,” a documentary by Cree filmmaker Neil Diamond that’s currently making its way in theaters, inventor Thomas Edison filmed Native American Pueblo ceremonies in the 1890s. Since then, in a medium awash with false representations, truth has sometimes risen to the screen’s surface, however infrequently.

At the same time, historians such as Neal Gabler have suggested the extent to which the urge for racial and ethnic erasure is inscribed in the DNA of Hollywood movies, perhaps especially in the early talkies. In his book “An Empire of Their Own: How the Jews Invented Hollywood,” Gabler shows that, although immigrant Jews owned seven of the eight major studios during the 1930s, “something drove the young Hollywood Jews to a ferocious, even pathological, embrace of America” in which Jewish representation all but vanished from the screen in favor of characters who were average (WASP) everymen. This is in part, of course, an economic imperative attributable to the quest for commercial success, but the upshot has been a toxic brew of too few images of minorities in the first place and too much distortion in those images that were manufactured. Under such a regime, images of the “other” function primarily to define, justify, and consolidate majority identity.

Seeing the Gray

Gray areas proliferate. Many representations are negative on one hand and positive on the other. For Arthur Dong and others, the movies in the “Charlie Chan” series fall into this twilight category.

“In the context of the time,” Dong says, “to have a main character who’s smarter than a white guy is pretty radical. Chan is a Chinese character respected by everyone around him except for the racists. All his kids are as American as apple pie. But I don’t back off from the fact that Charlie Chan also had negative effects.” Chan became a mostly positive stereotype, but all stereotypes are ultimately reductive and hence problematic.

“People who see a certain type of character on screen assume that’s reality,” Dong says. “We see that mistake happen time and time again. Audiences do not necessarily have malicious intent, but they’re misinformed. It’s been a problem ever since cinema was invented.”

Sweetsweetback_121610.jpgThe history of the so-called “blaxploitation” films of the 1970s also demonstrates how a community can be torn by disagreement about the value of certain styles of representation. Isaac Julien’s documentary “Baadasssss Cinema” presents clashing viewpoints on films such as “Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song,” “Shaft,” and “Superfly.” The first of these films, written and directed by Melvin Van Peebles, became the largest-grossing independent film made up to that time. Van Peebles set out to make a film about a black hero who defied the white power structure and lived to tell the tale. Furthermore, he would use a diverse crew, necessitating the risky use of non-union labor, as faithfully depicted by his son Mario in the feature film “Baadasssss!”

In a time when mainstream white cinema was defeatist, the “blaxploitation” films were about winning, and some viewers criticized them for precisely that. Julien’s documentary presents archival footage of Roy Innis of CORE saying, “Once you get through that vicarious thrill of seeing a black man beat up a white man on the screen, you go back and you face the same evil system that you faced before you went there. We should always deal with reality and not fantasy.”

More than one commentator counters that the black audience at that time was in desperate need of heroes, however escapist or anti-heroic. “We needed something to make us feel better about ourselves,” the actor Samuel L. Jackson tells Julien. “You watched the news; every day, people were being beat down. Things weren’t progressing the way we wanted them to.” Film historian Ed Guerrero tells Julien that the blaxploitation films reflect the shift of the larger society from the self-sacrificing “we” of the civil rights era to the consumerist “me” that reached its apotheosis during and after the Reagan era.

Today, many people classify Al Jolson singing “Mammy” in blackface in the 1920s as an insult. The same could be said when Paul Muni and other white actors played Mexicans. Similarly, many would agree that the use of yellowface makeup for white performers playing Asian characters is unacceptable. Charlie Chan was played by various actors, most of them white; the German-born actress Luise Rainer won an Oscar for her portrayal of a Chinese woman in “The Good Earth.” As recently as the 1990s, controversy erupted when a white man was cast as an Asian character in the stage musical “Miss Saigon.”

dominguez_santos_121610.jpgA more–or less–obvious gray area is when minority actors play parts from which ethnic or racial identity has been scrubbed, resulting in characters who feel inauthentic, says Nancy De Los Santos, the Chicana co-director (with Susan Racho and the late Alberto Dominguez) of “The Bronze Screen: 100 Years of the Latino Image in Hollywood.” Still, as one who says she prefers imperfect representation over invisibility, she admits that in such cases, “The needle would probably still go to the positive rather than the negative.”

It can also be insulting, as De Los Santos learned, to suffer through a film in which malign verbal references to a particular racial group are gratuitously sprinkled in the dialogue. She experienced this at a screening of “The 40-Year-Old Virgin.”

“I remember being in the theater,” she says, “and within the first few minutes the characters are talking about going to Tijuana and watching a woman getting fucked by a horse. And I’m the only Latina in the theater, and immediately I could feel myself getting hot with embarrassment. Was it necessary? I don’t think so. It had nothing to do with the plot. I think they were just looking for something shocking. There’s another scene later in the movie of the female lead talking about her memory of her first sexual experience. I think it was with her family’s Guatemalan gardener. Of all the beautiful Guatemalan gardeners in the world–these poor guys who get up at sunrise to go and cut your grass–why you are putting that image out there, of that poor guy having sex with an underage girl? Did that just pass by everybody else?”

Film as Activism

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Sometimes, being provoked by a film in the right way can be a good thing. In “Hollywood Chinese,” Ang Lee (the director of “Brokeback Mountain,” “The Ice Storm,” and “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” among other films) tells Arthur Dong that movies should be provocations. Describing himself as “pretty even-keeled,” Dong offers qualified agreement.

“If people walk out of the theater with angry thoughts in their mind,” Dong argues, “that’s probably not what I want. With all my work, I try to reach a broader audience with issues that may be uncomfortable. I choose not to produce films that preach to the converted. How am I going to talk about racism or homophobia to people who need to hear about them? We’re talking about a film medium that reaches, potentially, millions of people. That’s the power of the medium.”

As a boy in San Francisco, Dong remembers, he was first rocked by that power when he saw “Flower Drum Song.” He experienced what he calls a “watershed moment” only partly qualified by his later misgivings: “That was the first English-language film I ever saw in the theater, and I saw it in Chinatown, where the film is set, with characters like the people that I knew in my personal life. And of course, Nancy Kwan was forever seared in my mind as a movie icon. And I know that many people in my generation share that feeling, even though there are a lot of problems with that film. It’s a white man’s concoction. But for me, despite misgivings, it’s a film essentially about cultural and generational conflict, and about immigration law and policy.”

Allowing for the difficulty, if not the foolishness, of making monolithic statements about an entire group, Dong says there are three other films likely to be named most often if Chinese Americans are asked about their own watershed moments in cinema: “The World of Suzie Wong,” “Chan Is Missing,” and “The Joy Luck Club.”

“Those are the choices that I think would come up most often. And different people from different interest groups, with different feelings about what life is about, would choose different films. I think it’s too hard to generalize, and I think that’s the problem with racism in this country–we always want that easy answer, that one answer, that dehumanizes the diversity of a particular group. There is no single answer, and when we look for it, that’s where we get into trouble.”

Nancy De Los Santos singles out 1995′s “Mi Familia” by Gregory Nava as a highlight of Latino representation: “I was the associate producer on that. They wanted to show three generations of a Mexican-American family in a realistic portrayal–not just a positive portrayal. Realistic portrayals mean that Latinos can be the criminals and the heroes and everything in between.”

“Hollywood’s fantasy influenced the world–even natives like me,” Neil Diamond says in “Reel Injun.” Some of the landmark films that portray indigenous people as fully human, he believes, are “Smoke Signals,” “Once Were Warriors,” and “Atanarjuat (The Fast Runner).”

Sometimes performers have transcended weak material in a way that enables at least some audience members to read positive messages between the lines. An example might be Hattie McDaniel’s performance as Mammy in “Gone With the Wind,” for which she earned the “Best Supporting Actress” Oscar. Even viewers who reject the character as a stereotype have seen that, as McDaniel plays her, she runs the house with dignity and strength. Many people have found a watershed in “Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song,” often said to be the first film in which the black power consciousness of the late 1960s appeared on the screen.

Other times, as in some of the films of Sidney Poitier and some of the Charlie Chan films, even the approved, mainstream vehicles manage to undermine racism in refreshing ways. “Hollywood Chinese” features a clip from “The Mountain Road” in which James Stewart’s character talks about a woman played by Lisa Lu as if she doesn’t speak English–an assumption Dong says he encounters in daily life–and she answers him in fluent English.

“When I meet people,” Dong says, “they often ask, ‘Where are you from?’ ‘I’m from San Francisco.’ ‘Oh, I mean where’s your family from?’ When two white people meet, is that the first thing they ask?”

ReelInjun_121610.jpgUnfortunately, the majority of Hollywood’s representations of people of color have fostered the false impressions that prompt such questions and assumptions. In “Reel Injun,” director Neil Diamond mentions John Ford’s celebrated “Stagecoach,” in which the white characters race across the southwestern landscape besieged by hostile “savages” on all sides, as a particularly damaging work. This popular, prize-winning film starring John Wayne, widely considered a classic, has shaped ideas about Native Americans for generations. “Reel Injun” raises the question of what happens when Indian kids recreate movie battles between cowboys and Natives. The Indians lose every time, right?

“I really believe,” says Nancy De Los Santos, “that when any young child sees somebody that looks like them doing something that they admire, that’s how they start to get the wheels turning in their brain and in their heart saying, ‘I can do that.’”

What’s true for children, she finds, is true for adults as well. Exposure to positive models is all-important. “Jimmy Smits stated very clearly that seeing Raul Julia on stage made him decide he could be an actor. The same basic thing happened when I got into the business. I always loved television and film, but it wasn’t until I went to the University of Texas and met a Latina who was in charge of television production that I knew I could do it.”

While the overall quality of Latino representation has improved, De Los Santos says, “The quantity just isn’t there.” The problem will be solved, she predicts, only when more Latino writers get a place at the table.

bronze_screen_121610.jpg“I think it’s a challenge for the non-Latino writer to create a three-dimensional Latino character,” De Los Santos says. “It’s not impossible, but it’s a challenge. Here in L.A., many Latinos are in the service community. The non-Latino community knows Latina maids and Latino chauffeurs and gardeners. What you know is what you’re going to write about. An actor can always bring something more to a role, but I think it starts with the writing. Usually it turns out that people hire someone they know to do the writing, or any other job. The people who are doing the hiring are not Latino or African American. It’s a very difficult cycle to break. And more authentic images are not going to be created until Latinos and African Americans are at the table.”

Opportunities for writers are fewer in the current financial environment, De Los Santos realizes, so her longed-for increase in the quantity of Latino images is unlikely to happen soon. The change in majority consciousness that healthy representation could engender would also affect that representation in turn, in a kind of feedback loop.

“We all have a primal need to see ourselves,” De Los Santos says, summing up. “That’s why cavemen put their handprints on the walls in caves, to say, ‘We were here.’ We should all be in the movies.”

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Finding the Filmmakers’ Work

The Bronze Screen,” “Baadasssss Cinema,” and “Baadasssss!” are available on DVD. “Reel Injun” is currently making its way in theaters. 

“Hollywood Chinese” recently became available, separately or in a boxed set entitled “Stories from Chinese America” with two other DVDs showcasing Dong’s work. One of these, the supremely charming “Forbidden City, U.S.A.,” features vintage footage from the legendary all-Chinese nightclub in 1940s San Francisco, as well as present-day interviews with the men and women who wowed its patrons. The third disc in the set contains three short films, including the Oscar-nominated “Sewing Woman,” based on the life of Dong’s mother, who came to San Francisco as an immigrant; “Lotus,” an historical feature set in a Chinese village where a woman is struggling with the decision to have her daughter’s feet bound; and “Living Music for Golden Mountains,” a portrait of Dong’s music teacher, a Chinese immigrant in San Francisco who kept in touch with his cultural identity through music. 

Dong’s distinguished body of cinematic activism also includes three landmark films on homophobia, collected in a previously released boxed set, “Stories from the War on Homosexuality“: “Coming Out Under Fire,” based on Allan Bérubé‘s book about gay and lesbian veterans of World War II; “Licensed to Kill,” asking convicted murderers of gay men why they did it; and “Family Fundamentals,” focusing on gay and lesbian children disowned by religious parents.

Oprah: ‘I’m Not Even Kind of a Lesbian’

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Leave it to Barbara Walters to ask Oprah Winfrey about the rumor that just won’t seem to go away: Is Winfrey’s best friend Gayle King really her lover?

Tonight ABC will air a Barbara Walters special titled Oprah: The Next Chapter” that looks at Oprah’s 25-year television career and yes, her personal life. Including, as Oprah would yell: lesbian ruuuummmooors!

Winfrey has consistently denied these rumors, but in tonight’s show
Walters asks her one more time. “I’m not even kind of a lesbian,” Winfrey answered.

“And the reason why [the rumor] irritates me is because it means that
somebody must think I’m lying. That’s No. 1. No. 2, why would you want
to hide it? That is not the way I run my life,” Winfrey told Walters.

Winfrey’s sexuality rumors have followed her for years.

“Investigative journalist” Kitty Kelley released an unauthorized
biography in April, alleging Winfrey has gone through great lengths to
conceal her “lesbian affairs”–including hefty payoffs–and publicly
attached herself to her long time boyfriend Stedman Graham so she can appear
more normal to her audience of housewives.

But the real news here is Barbara
Walters hasn’t learned a thing about asking celebrities about their
sexuality.




Oprah’s best friend Gayle King denies rumors also.

“In 2000, I pushed Ricky Martin very hard to admit if he was gay or not, and the way he refused to do it made everyone decide that he was,” Walters told the Toronto Star. “A lot of people say that destroyed his career, and when I think back on it now I feel it was an inappropriate question.”

Yeah, girl. So mind your own business.

The interview airs Thursday on ABC. 

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