Milton Academy is a prestigious prep school just outside Boston. This is where this phony baloney Toure Nesblet went to plus Toure (fake African name) was born
Touré shrugs. “I’ll have the fried chicken,” he tells the waiter. Hold the stereotypes.
“I don’t care if anybody cares,” the single-named author, hip-hop journalist, cultural critic and provocateur says. “It’s a taste issue, and fried chicken is just good. In my life, I have rejected the white gaze. I’m freed from it, so I’m not really concerned with what people may or may not think about what I do.”
Not usually, anyway. But there is one thing, Touré says: He will not eat watermelon, anywhere, ever, and especially not in public. It’s not in his personal repertoire of “performing blackness,” which he explores in “Who’s Afraid of Post-Blackness? What It Means to Be Black Now,” a straw-stirring racial memoir-cum-manifesto.
“As soon as I see the red insides of a watermelon I feel ancient racist images slither into the room like a cold, sinewy, sinister breeze,” he writes. “When I was young my parents schooled me against eating watermelon in front of white people lest I confirm ancient stereotypes. I will eat fried chicken with impunity in front of anyone but because the anti-watermelon virus latched on to me early I have no taste for it.”
But go on ahead if you want to, Touré says. Even if the Rev. Jesse L. Jackson told the author that he’d never eat watermelon in public, either, it’s not a felony offense under the rules of performing blackness. After all, Touré says, those rules don’t even exist.
http://articles.washingtonpost.com/2011-10-03/lifestyle/35279323_1_tour-post-blackness-fried-chicken