Posted on 03/15/2021 2:14:46 PM PDT by dead
My mother had a ban on pork, and I thought she was mad that I broke it. One afternoon four decades ago, when I was about 8, I walked into my family’s house after playing outside and saw my mother sitting in the yellow recliner with a book in her lap. She had found the copy of Dr. Seuss’s Green Eggs and Ham.
I knew that I was in trouble, because normally no one sat in the canary-colored La-Z-Boy, a throne reserved for my grandmother. Another member of the family occupying it automatically meant that something very serious had happened. Seeing the book she was holding, I briefly assumed that its subject was the problem; consuming unclean swine meats was a sin in our church.
But the real issue, I soon learned, was that Dr. Seuss was on our family’s list of banned authors—for precisely the reason that the famous children’s book author is in the news this week: Some of his works portrayed nonwhite people in a racist way. My mother went to what I now realize were enormous lengths to shield us from negative images of Black people, a seemingly impossible task for someone raising children in 1970s and ’80s South Carolina. The intensity of her displeasure over a Dr. Seuss book being in her home—and not even one of the objectionable titles—speaks to how much labor her plan required.
The book that got me in trouble wasn’t even mine. My youngest sister, Robin, had received it as a gift. But knowing that it was forbidden, my sisters placed it in my care because they were younger...
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“A Black person’s humanity can never be fully realized in the presence of whiteness,”
He’s arguing for segregation?
No my grandfather was 90 something and did not even think about the jewelry, his daughter my aunt did not notice it was missing until about a month later.
Try this:
During my two weeks in solitary confinement (the maximum sentence imposed under House Court), my mother let me keep the bicycle I stole. To this day, my sisters and I can still enjoy riding it every Christmas morning.
Or this:
During my two weeks in solitary confinement (the maximum sentence imposed under House Court), my mother let me keep the cocaine I bought. To this day, my sisters and I still buy our crack from the same dealer.
Freak show people
All kids have to learn about adversity
Or killing one another and us at genocidal rates
Ban Dr. Seuss?
Get a life ya piece of crap.
Go out and find real things to bitch about ya turd.
I think the evidence presented in the story says otherwise.
Child abuse form a mentally unstable mother
You are right! I was not thinking. I was just going by what I remember looking over the kid’s shoulders when they were reading them.
Put short, your Mom was a nutter... I live in a mutli ethnic nation, but I will ban exposure to the major ethnicity in my house?
Sounds about as Racist as you can get, yet this author tries to argue otherwise.
She was, at least, a denier of reality. And that alone messed up her kid's conscience and conciousness permanantly.
"A few years ago, I asked my mother why she put so much effort into concocting this Caucasian-free cocoon. She informed me that our childhood was part of an experiment she had envisioned before we were even born. “A Black person’s humanity can never be fully realized in the presence of whiteness,” she explained. Not a single day has passed since in which I have not thought about that sentence."
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