Told to “get over my past!”
Meanwhile…
Savoring another delectable home-cook meal with the family when my BFF, Wesley, stated that he wanted to share a picture of a restaurant with me.
Nothing seemed peculiar nor out of the ordinary as Wesley retrieved the photograph. Just thought my BFF wanted to inform me about another eatery as he knows that I enjoy scouring restaurants near and far, as well as, collecting recipe books and menus with the intentions of replicating the meals and desserts in my kitchen.
Whatsamatta with you, Myrtle Beach?
Is this a figment of my freaking imagination?
Folks, is this contemporary insidious manifestation for real?
Made me wanna take my black power fists and my Angela Davis afro to Myrtle Beach to protest this inflammatory caricature!
Made me wanna ask management, diners, and especially the residents of Myrtle Beach how they can patronize an establishment that proudly touts a racially-insensitive name!
Are the people in that city so de-sensitized to a historical term that denotes racial implications?”
Is this a subtle geographical segregative maneuver on behalf of the white residents who are still clinging to the notion of black inferiority and white supremacy?
And, why are the locals of all hues embracing the daily absorption and mass marketing of an egregious slur and of an abrasive image?
Mercy!
As noted, the accompanying marquee in Myrtle Beach displays a giant-size “black baby.” Insult to injury, the restaurant is called “Tar Baby’s Pancakes, Inc.”
What a damn shame!
When will inherent neurosis, myths, stereotypes and campaigns promoting black inferiority ever cease?
Frederick Douglass made it clear why an educated slave was a dangerous slave.
So, as an educated slave, on my way to Myrtle Beach to ask my fellow slaves…
Whatsamatta with YOU!?
