Many rejoiced in the first black bachelorette, jumping an an opportunity the prove how far we’ve come.
So how far have we come?
We’ve gone from nude black women sold to white men as concubines guised as domestic workers, to black Women hypnotized by the sorcery of white supremacy willingly engage in sexual relationships with white men.
Some call it progress. Others call it romance or love. I call it collective amnesia, by an individual who has not only forgotten her history, but who has seemingly forgotten that she is black.
Bachelorette Rachel Lindsay is black only in skin color. Therefore, she is just another vessel to increase the self-esteem of white men. I’m not sure there is any greater glory for the genetically inferior white man to “win” the Black woman over a black man–especially one with everything going for him. This choice, although intertwined with what ABC portrays as “love” functions to substantiate the fictive superiority of white men.
Furthermore , the first black bachelorette was not for the black female collective. No, Rachel Lindsay existed as a vessel, a bridge for white men to manifest the destiny of their ancestors as they always have–through the body of a black Woman
Lindsay, bearing conventional success, attractive wardrobe, enviable physique, poise, and class, seemingly unravels a caricatured black female identity as realistic version of popular television show (and network sister) Olivia Pope. However she functions to represent blackness in color only as her accolades and conventional success consummate her journey to an illusive whiteness. This was an essential component to Lindsay’s casting as the network has about as much interest in featuring black love, as it does black people. The network hired Lindsay as an predictable black body controlled by the sorcery of white supremacy, who when placed in the pan-optican of the small screen will become her own oppressor in a gesture many perceive as liberating and advancing.
Lindsay maintains white superiority while placing black Women further into the ditch of cyclical disenfranchisement rendered in prime time television. The contemporary manifestation of an age old cycle, exploits black female desire to consummate a journey to womanhood–to be visible as woman not as a subjugated body. The contemporary implication is that sexual proximity to white men constitutes black female civility.
But Lindsay is anything but civil. Yes she has a career, and a face millions have grown to love—but all this is made possible because Lindsay has no collective love for herself. She’s an individual who sees herself as empowering “women” not those who share her rich lineage. It is this misplaced allegiance that allows Lindsay to walk away from a beautiful, loving and able black king for the fictive white prince of her childhood.
Eric is there to reel in the black female gaze, and curious white female guys–issuing his
functionality a strategic duality. On one hand, his rejection proves hopeful to the white woman seeking a black man, even promoting her friendship with woman like Lindsay who will cast aside an extraordinary black man to consummate their journey to gender. On the other end, Eric’s rejection tells black female viewers that no matter how good the black man, there’s always a white man who is a “better” pick.
But choosing that white prince will never make you a princess Miss Lindsay. As a mate to your oppressor, you will always be a courtesan when you could have been a Queen besides your natural mate–a black man.
May you live happily every after in the bliss of ignorance.
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Brilliant. Each step we take towards equality merely reveals the long standing problems within the toxic patriarchal framework. I just discovered Drop the Ball this morning and found myself underwhelmed. I want more choices.
I haven’t heard of Drop the Ball. Thanks for the information and the insightful comment!
We’re always too reactionary and proud to get attention and be “included”, no matter the platform.
Not surprised at all. They’ve been pushing this interracial propaganda for quite some time. It’s on most soap operas and dramas. Shows like Scandal,Empire,Power,Rebel,Shots Fired etc.. I knew when I saw Bachelorette advertise with a black woman I know she would pick a white man. How could she not? They weren’t going to allow black love to be represented on national television. It was rigged from the start.
I also have a friend that used to work on a reality show in Hollywood. He told me most of them are staged to get a reaction from the audience. He said they use “soft scripts”.
I have a question for you CC. How come none of the past white bachelorettes picked a black man? So is it wrong to assume the black bachelorette would choose a black man? I call BS!! I said it a million times before. Television is mental pollution.
As a black man, this is part of my daily (anti-racism/anti-white supremacy) code: Never ever knowingly compete against a white male for the love/affection/romance of a black woman; if I am courting a black woman and find out she’s gleefully and enthusiastically entertaining the advances and courtship of a white male, I will swiftly and coldly end ALL contact and communication with said black woman. She and the white male can have each other.
With that being said, had I been a competitor on that show vying for her love (which I never would be…see above paragraph), I would not have kissed her on the mouth knowing she uses that mouth to kiss the white male competitors.
Seeing that rudely breaches my disgust threshold.
I know how you feel. It makes you sick when you see the agenda at play. Makes my stomach turn!
I’m not going to say: I knew how this show would end but…. I knew how this show would end. …Smh. We have to do better…
“Some call it progress. Others call it romance or love. I call it collective amnesia, by an individual who has not only forgotten her history, but who has seemingly forgotten that she is black”. I concur. Like Mr. Mitchell said it’s no way I could have even been on that show, if Rachel was entertaining white men, I would have to call on my Black Self Respect and exit that tragic situation. I do not know, but I do not feel I am the same species as white people, so I would not want to kiss a black woman who has been kissing a white male or white female. Same as I wouldn’t want to kiss a black woman who has been kissing her dog, that would be a complete turnoff.