Multiracialism and Its Discontents
Jun. 7th, 2008 08:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraBen spent yesterday fielding phone calls from various circuses. Try Booth called in tears – not only are the authorities sending Congo and Kimba, the bad elephants, back to Texas, they're also taking Francis! But Try isn't offering as much money as Hullsalt & Jollyornot.
He's mulling the gig over. It would be for three weeks. The money's not huge, but it's not insignificant. God knows we need the money – the Little Store just had its worst week since January.
And Robin could join him after the first week. Robin could make the big bucks cleaning out the tiger cages before he goes off to horse camp! Maybe he could learn to ride a unicycle!
I finally finished the Scott McClelland book. Abysmally written – the fact that George Bush hired a guy who writes this badly to be a communications point person tells you an awful lot about George Bush.
I suppose I should read Dreams From My Father next.
I'm reluctant to. I identify with Obama's mother, another quirky white lady, and I've finally copped to the fact that my visceral dislike of Obama springs from this projection: I think Obama gives his mother very short schrift. In the one excerpt from the book I've read, Obama denigrates a chick he wants to make because she tells him with tears in her eyes that she's not black, she's multiracial.
And I'm thinking, Right! Multiracial, that has to be our inheritance in the twenty-first century, no more white and no more black.
Obama wasn't buying.
Pseudospeciation is the worst problem that confronts us. Obama's no antidote.
In other news, I'm dreadfully behind on projects I was supposed to have completed weeks ago. Dr. H would tell me I've set myself up for failure by taking on too much. But really, what are my alternatives?
He's mulling the gig over. It would be for three weeks. The money's not huge, but it's not insignificant. God knows we need the money – the Little Store just had its worst week since January.
And Robin could join him after the first week. Robin could make the big bucks cleaning out the tiger cages before he goes off to horse camp! Maybe he could learn to ride a unicycle!
I finally finished the Scott McClelland book. Abysmally written – the fact that George Bush hired a guy who writes this badly to be a communications point person tells you an awful lot about George Bush.
I suppose I should read Dreams From My Father next.
I'm reluctant to. I identify with Obama's mother, another quirky white lady, and I've finally copped to the fact that my visceral dislike of Obama springs from this projection: I think Obama gives his mother very short schrift. In the one excerpt from the book I've read, Obama denigrates a chick he wants to make because she tells him with tears in her eyes that she's not black, she's multiracial.
And I'm thinking, Right! Multiracial, that has to be our inheritance in the twenty-first century, no more white and no more black.
Obama wasn't buying.
Pseudospeciation is the worst problem that confronts us. Obama's no antidote.
In other news, I'm dreadfully behind on projects I was supposed to have completed weeks ago. Dr. H would tell me I've set myself up for failure by taking on too much. But really, what are my alternatives?
