Shades of Understanding: The Black, Female, Democrat Conundrum

Black. Female. Democrat.  If you’re not ALL of those things, this post may not apply to you.  The 2008 presidential election has been especially exciting for me.  (The final outcome was the highlight but I’ll write about that next week.  I still need time to digest.)

Leading up to the Democratic Convention, the country’s registered Democrats (and dissatisfied Republicans) were faced for the first time with two historic candidates: a young, charismatic mixed black senator from Chicago and a seasoned, well-known female senator from New York by way of the White House by way of Arkansas.  Both lawyers.  Both senators.  Both representing a fight for injustice.  One married to whom many considered to be the first “black president.”  The other on his way to becoming the first “actually black president.”  One a great orator.  The other a calculated speaker.  Not a knock to Barack Obama but I was a Hillary Clinton supporter.  Seeing as my side did not prevail, I will not dwell on my reasoning for leaning her way.  Just enjoy the below picture of my puppy Rodman sporting his “Howl for Hillary” shirt during her concession speech during the Democratic Convention.

Howl for Hillary

Howl for Hillary

I think the most interesting thing about my choice of candidate was the reaction I received from other Black, Female Democrats (BFDs) in my life.  Some were appalled that I could even CONSIDER not voting for the black candidate, as if I was abandoning my race.  I didn’t realize that it was my obligation to vote for any black person running for an office.  If the person is qualified AND the best candidate, Hell yes.  If not, it may be my responsibility to help them become the best candidate, not just to give them a position and cross my fingers.  Luckily, Barack Obama was a candidate I could and did (eventually) support.  But what if he wasn’t?….

Until Hillary was out of the race and had conceded, I was hoping to see a Clinton back in the White House.  Following the father-son Bush deal, how cool would it have been to have a husband-wife succession?  Bush-Clinton-Clinton-Bush-Bush-Clinton.  And I still feel Bill Clinton should be the first First Gentleman.  Couldn’t you just see it: Bill Clinton in linen suits reading to underprivileged children in DC?  Simply magical….

In the words of Sojourner Truth, “Ain’t I a Woman?”  Does a black man usurp a white woman in who’s holding my best interests at heart?  Who decides if I’m more or less a woman than an African-American?  Am I not allowed to consider the politics when race and gender are an additional factor?  I feel it should be a personal decision.  Clinton and Obama could have been (and I believe were) BOTH candidates for me.  I’m proud to call Barack Obama MY President Elect.  But I’m still not giving up on Hillary.  I respect her too much not to hold out hope.  No offense to Biden but an Obama/Clinton or Clinton/Obama ticket would have been this Black, Female Democrat’s dream come true.

Still sporting her “I Voted” sticker,

Jo’van

Shades of Understanding: New Millenium, Same White Cleopatra

Imagine 1963; the politics, the Civil Rights Movement, the Vietnam War.  Fast forward 35 years;

  • Barack, a man of obvious African descent, is realistically running for the presidency
  • Halle and Denzel have Oscars in leading roles (Morgan finally got his for supporting)
  • Oprah is arguably the most powerful woman in America (Condi coming in a close second)
  • Tyra has managed to create and host two surprisingly successful television programs (my she’s come a long way from Victoria’s Secret and Sports Illustrated)
  • Beyonce is EVERYWHERE
  • Cool is defined by Rihanna, Kanye and Usher
  • Two of the “whitest “sports in history are dominated by Tiger, Venus and Serena.
  • My 40 year-old boss is greeting me with a daily frat boyish “Yo”, a fist pound and discussing how T.I. is true gangsta rap
  • There is a line of clothing actually called Apple Bottoms (It still amazes and mystifies me when people suffering from the dreaded Noassatall (sound it out) have baggy apples for pockets)
  • Queen Latifah, rapper-turned-actress-turned-singer-turned-actress, is the only celebrity in history (at least in the US) to have her own full line of branded cosmetics under a major cosmetic distributor (Go Cover Girl!! The Queen’s Collection in the light purple packaging.)
  • And I use all of their first or stage names because everyone knows EXACTLY who I’m talking about.

African-Americans have come a long way in 35 years.  (Permanently pigmented brothers and sisters of lighter shades, keep your head up.  There is hope for us all!)

However, the one iconic role identified with the entire continent of Africa has been once again given to an actress lacking of pigment (at least in her skin).  The Welsh-beauty Catherine Zeta-Jones is said to have been cast to play the iconic Egyptian-beauty Cleopatra in an upcoming film. Now, I LOVE Catherine.  I think she is truly one of the most gorgeous, glamorous and classy actresses of her time.  We forgave her horrible accent in Zorro and delighted in her acrobatic skills in Entrapment.  We laughed at the worst movie ever, America’s Sweethearts, and cheered her (and her wig) on in Chicago.  But Cleopatra: The Musical starring Catherine Zeta-Jones is just ridiculous!

Are you telling me that there is not one pigmented beauty (who can sing, dance and act) they could possibly cast as Cleopatra?  Not one?  And I don’t just mean throw a black girl in some gold jewelry and cat-eye makeup.  Beyonce would be a mistake.  No Cleopatra should EVER be blond.  And while I’m sure Angela Bassett could get her groove back jungle fever-style with Hugh Jackman’s Marc Antony, the features would all be wrong.  But what about Halle Berry, Rosario Dawson or Thandie Newton?

Do you think they considered any of these actresses for the iconic (and/or Oscar winning) roles of June Cleaver Carter, Queen Elizabeth, Helen of Troy, Joan of Arc or Jackie O.?  “Well, of course not, Jo’van.”  Weak cough, squirm in chair, clasp hands and lean forward for a more intimate delivery.  “It’s not that these actresses could not have done amazing jobs.  We just wanted a true historical representation.”  So why the hell the double-standard for this character?  Everyone knows she was the ruler of Egypt (which happens to be in northern Africa for all casting directors who seem to overlook that fact).

I understand why an undiscovered (more physically appropriate) actress for a film of this magnitude would not be chosen.  But at least pretend like you tried.  Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra was wrong in 1963 but it was at least understood for the time.  We’ve come so far since then.  Can’t people of African descent finally claim this one historic role on the big screen?  The most beautiful (or desirable, depending on how you see it) woman in history was brown, the shade variant is debatable but brown nonetheless.  Can we finally claim her as our own and see an image closer to a “true historical representation”?  Catherine Zeta-Jones with a spray tan and liquid eyeliner is not enough in 2008!  If that’s the case, let’s do a bio-pic on Jackie O. starring Halle Berry!

Annoyed,

Jo’van

(Note: I said that Cleopatra is the most beautiful woman in history, because being the Latin geek that I am, I consider Helen of Troy the most beautiful woman in mythology.  And don’t get me started on the horrible casting for her role in Troy.  Brad Pitt or not, there was absolutely no reason for Achilles to be prettier than her.)

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