Because this year I want to feel like the Barefoot Contessa at Thanksgiving, I am doing extensive research on recipes. By extensive, of course, I mean open two recipes for mashed potatoes in tabs, watch one video about brining turkeys, then move onto looking for Black Friday deals for new refrigerators.
All while getting distracted in the Best Buy ad and what to get my grandmother for Christmas and wondering what I would do without Target…
Which leads me to being over the whole thing and continuing to watch Harry Potter bc that makes me happy.
“Our blacks are so much better than their blacks. You have fought against probably your family, probably your neighbors… that’s why we have very impressive blacks… Obama is not a descendant of the blacks that suffered these Jim Crow laws, he’s not the son of American blacks that went through the American experience, [but] the son of a Kenyan.”—
Ann Coulter, defending Herman Cain, and claiming “their blacks” - meaning black American conservatives - are better than blacks who are liberal. First, who’s being divisive again? Second, is anyone else quite disturbed by her saying “our blacks” like it’s some kind of ownership?
It’s a little awkward to see professional race-baiters, who are white, using the phrase “our blacks” and questioning the authenticity of President Obama’s experience as a biracial man in America.
This reminds me of a conversation I overheard on campus. A member of the Campus Republicans said he supported Cain winning the nomination simply because “he’s blacker than Obama,” and if he were to win, “the Democrat party gets its race card cut up, and the GOP can’t be told they’re racist.” I asked him if he thought Herman Cain was essentially their cause célèbre. And he called me a racist.
No. Claiming Cain as your black is racist. Period. End of story. Fin. Here’s the video:
The single best part of this is we’re now going to be treated to a litany of defenses from other racist conservatives about how we’re just taking her out of context or don’t have a sense of humor. It’s priceless.