Monday, February 09, 2026

Primate (2026): President Trump Thinks This Film Stars Barack Obama

The chatbot and I spent hours examining the System of White Supremacy and the 2026 flick Primate. We connected British director and Racist Suspect Johannes Roberts’ latest horror film, which dramatizes a White family lynching a rebellious chimp, to the Planet of the Apes’ franchise, MacArthur “genius grant” recipient Jennifer Eberhardt’s landmark research, and the February 2009 police shooting of Travis the Chimp - which also marred Black History Month and led to Racist commentary about then-President Barack Obama.

I unhinged from my device and headed for the bathroom to attempt a potty break. Before I reached the commode, a distant television blasted the image of President Donald J. Trump’s February 6 social media post displaying the faces of former First Lady Michelle Obama and her husband on the bodies of two apes.

After my lavatory break, I told the bot it’s probably important that this movie is set in Obama’s native homeland of Hawaii. The uppity chimp who’s lynched at the end, has a first name that starts with the letter “B” - just like President Trump’s allegedly Kenyan nemesis, Barack.

 
Dr. Eberhardt’s lauded 2008 project, Not Yet Human, shows that White and non-white people in the US, perhaps the world, reflexively associate black people with monkeys. The President of the United States associates black people with monkeys. Nearly 250 years ago, when President Thomas Jefferson was not raping black children like Sally Hemings, he wrote that black females prefer sexual intercourse with “male orangutans.”

300 years of White pseudoscience, 100 years of the King King franchise (valued over $1.2 billion), 70 years of the Planet of the Apes franchise (valued over $2 billion), a 2009 Google apology for Michelle Obama search results yielding distorted images depicting a chimpanzee, and our current president’s social media suggests that the global White collective views a film like Primate and instantly envisions the naughty chimp as Obama, LeBron James, prizefighter Jack Johnson, and/or black people at large.

As such, Roberts did not concoct a mediocre slasher film that’s an ode to a 1980s Stephen King book-turned-movie featuring a rabid hound. He constructed a deliberate lynching fantasy for all who prayed to see the first black president slaughtered like Travis. 

Bot said I should mention that Primate is based on medical deception. Animals with rabies do not become mass killers. If Ben’s a “crazy nigger” threatening White lives and power, the audience cheers on the White lynch mob. The “infection” is tissue paper camouflage using a biological lie to justify a racial execution. 

This movie reveals itself in its character’s names. The chimp is old, reliable, faithful, black Ben. This name evokes such comfort and savoriness for White people, they branded Ben’s servile face to their denatured white rice for decades. It speaks to the monkey, and black people’s, subservient and minstrel existence as dictated by the System of White Supremacy. We serve their research goals with our bodies and their amusements with our suffering. When their experiments conclude or we’re no longer entertaining, we’re eliminated. 

Which is exactly what White people wanted for Barack. They got their wish with Primate. 

Counter-Racist scholars such as Dr. Carol Anderson and Dr. Frances Cress Welsing emphasized the historic number of death threats and venomous White rage targeting President Obama during his tenure in the White House. Dr. Welsing concluded that White Men felt especially anxious and threatened by a non-white male, even jokingly, being thought of as the most powerful man in the world.

A major component of Primate’s plot and gruesomeness is the decay of White manhood. Obama’s furry twin butchers all the White dudes first, leaving an opulent, Hawaiian “whore mansion” filled with unprotected, young, scantly clad White Women. Beyond being monkey casualties, the White guys on the screen are nearly effeminate.

In the first 5 minutes of the film, the one black character mocks his White pal for having “never talked to a real girl.” Before being snuffed, Ben straddles this White beau in a White girl’s bed, pens down his arms, and rips away half of his face. Before losing his jaw, the White boy’s last words are an idle threat to have animal control jab a needle deeply into Ben’s rectum. Sodomy and sexual violence are time-tested means of establishing and maintaining White Manhood.

The only White father of the film, Adam, is hearing impaired, habitually absent, and abandons his White daughters and adolescent house guests with a knowingly infected simian on the premises. The veterinarian interrupts dad’s book signing to inform him that Ben is rabid, yet he doubts her. 

As opposed to herds of murderous White males, Race Soldiers with badges, and robed klansmen who’ve taken pride exterminating countless black males in the name of safeguarding White femininity, the White Men of Primate are an impotent indictment of “the man’s” failures to protect and manage his castle and non-white property. 

The bot was initially resistant to this counter-racist interpretation, but Robert’s usage of the pool verified every Racist molecule of this project. Just like the negro apes, and Uncle Ben’s grains, prohibiting black people’s access to swimming pools is an ingrained aspect of White Culture. 

When the White girls recognize that Ben’s revolt has begun, they instantly remember the chimp can’t swim, so their only sanctuary becomes the pool. Primate evokes generations of White violence that denied the existence of black swimmers and infinite Racist canards about burly Bens intent on ravaging sun-burned White chicks. The White girls are now manless and trapped in a pool with an insurrectionary beast denying their exit. 

The failure of White Manhood, and White Power more broadly, is so widespread, no one has a charged, functioning phone. When the phones do work, the White girls can't give the 9-11 operator sufficient information to initiate a rescue. But the most glaring dereliction of White duty is that this household lacks a firearm. Primate spits in the "cold, dead" face of Charlton Heston, the former spokesperson for the National Rifle Association and lead actor for the first two installments of Planet of the Apes. These White people abandoned all sense of protection, adopted a jungle beast, dressed him in an “aloha” t-shirt, and thought of him as “family.”

White people did accuse Barack of taking their guns. 

Without pistols or White penises, the White girls are left groping for shovels, bottles, and other primitive weapons to combat a substantially stronger Ben. They critically turn to the signature Race Soldier weapon: a rope. During a 2016 discussion of the film franchise The Purge, Admitted White Supremacist Dr. Martin Kevorkian described the symbolism of a White family requesting a rope to confine a black male who has a salivating, White gang begging to lynch him. Kevorkian said this mimics the long history of hanging black males for the maintenance of White Power - which necessitates black death.

The White Women make two attempts to lasso Ben, and they both fail. The second attempt is a protracted tug of war, where the noose does go around Ben’s head. The bot and I think this display, as well as Ben’s eventual double empaling, serve as reminders and nostalgia for the primitive White violence used to control black people a century past. The resurrection of White Power and White Manhood demands a black blood letting. Unreliable mobile phones and 21st century gadgetry are not the necessary tools to stop “woke” beasts and extract black blood.

When Ben is finally “put down” - twice, his blood drains into the same pool where nearly nude White Women were just held captive. Bot emphasized the “double” execution of Ben mirrors the spectacles of extreme violence enacted during lynchings. It’s insufficient to merely kill a black dude. White Men require his testicles. White People demand negro knuckles, fingers and teeth as souvenirs of the time they quieted Ben.

This is what hoards of White people, maybe even our current President, dreamed for Barack.

In fact, Ben got the same death as King Kong a century earlier, both are tossed from a building and plunge dozens of feet to obliteration. Both “falls” represent the restoration of White People to the supreme position, on top, with the beastly ape/negro at the very, bottom - meaning the grave.

Bot also emphasized Ben is not rabid. Rather, he’s engaged in "guerrilla warfare" because he talks back. We’re told Ben was a research animal to help White people communicate with chimps. Ben has an elaborate speech pad, where he can strike different keys to play audible words. He can even conjure rudimentary sentences. Roberts’ Primate is aping Planet of the Apes, where those gorillas’ acquisition of language is a key component of their overthrow of White people.

Primate’s most important and repeated line is: “Bad Lucy.”

White Lucy is one of the main characters, and she does survive the chimp revolt. In the context of this film, and the horror genre more broadly, White Lucy is “bad” for shacking up at “Whore Mansion,” doing drugs, underage drinking, and being a neglectful big sister. In the context of Ben’s uprising, White Lucy and her White family are “bad”/Racist because they stole/enslaved this chimp and brought him half way around the world to their man-made “Eden” on a colonized non-white island. 

Barack’s homeland has no native chimps. In fact, Hawaii is one of the most sensitive and isolated archipelagos in the world. Consequently, they have very strict biosecurity prohibitions on admitting non-native species like Ben. As with lynching, there is a long history of invading, “bad” White people - like Barack’s White mother, bringing species and things to the islands with disastrous consequences.

Ben has been stolen from his family, used as a lab subject, and stuffed in a Hawaiian dungeon for the entertainment and intellectual gains of White people. Bot say it’s important that Ben dons a red t-shirt for the whole rebellion, signifying the history of circus and “street grinder” monkeys, which wore similar colors, and minstrel mockeries that equated chimps to black people. Ben’s a “house nigger” while White Lucy, and the rest of Ben’s White wardens in general, are very “bad”/Racist. Because the final line of the film is “Lucy bad,” Ben’s verbal indictment of White people is a massive aspect of why this film is considered “scary.” 

Victims of Racism are not supposed to sass White people.

Not even to expose White lies. And White Lucy is critical lie in this flick. 

On November 24, 1974, paleoanthropologists Donald Johanson and Tom Gray discovered the 3.2-million-year-old fossilized remains of Australopithecus afarensis in Hadar, Ethiopia.” They named her Lucy. The bot thought about this and concluded, “‘Lucy’ is the ‘Mother of Mankind,’ proving that all human life originated in Africa.” “By naming the White daughter Lucy, the film ‘reclaims’ that name for White womanhood.

Similar to Pres. Trump’s ongoing lies that he won the 2020 presidential election, many White people seem unwilling to except that human life began with melanated hue-mans in Africa. Filmmaker Roberts doubles down on the names of White characters relating to the origins of mankind by christening the delinquent White father “Adam,” suggesting he and White Eve were the first to walk the planet in Eden. 


On his 1975 album The First Minute of a New Day, which features a gorilla on the record cover, the late Gil Scott-Heron talks to a live audience between performances. He also noted the Racist tendency for White people to falsely claim being the genesis of human origins on earth. Acknowledging how media manipulates our thinking and sympathies, Scott-Heron encouraged that moviegoers be mindful about which characters they celebrate. He referenced a similar horror film where an animal stalks and slaughters young White people, Jaws. Scott-Heron told the crowd he rooted for the killer shark because he was in the water, the predator's natural habitat. The splashing White people are trespassing. 

Despite Roberts structuring this film so that audiences relax and relish dead Ben’s blood staining the pool red, I cheered for my upstart guerilla brother. Ben may have been smuggled for all we know. Sissified White boys threaten to anally violate him - which may have already happened at the research laboratory, and he’s the property of White adults who neglect their own offspring. How much joy is in Ben’s life being caged by Whites on an island where he never sees another chimp? 

Like one White man said in the late 1950s. He said he doesn’t care what kind of car a negro has. He’s said he’s still a nigger. And when he rides by in a shiny car, to him, it’s just a monkey in a car. White people built the care. Put a monkey in it. Train the monkey to drive the car, so now, you’re looking at a monkey in a car. See, but black people don’t see themselves that way. But this is how the White Supremacists see us, and they are the ones who run our business. And we have to know that. That when they look at us, that’s what they see. That that’s what they see. And at a subliminal level, what they see begins to spill over into our brain. So that we see at a subliminal level see each other that way and indirectly see ourselves that way.” Neely Fuller Jr. 2008 (months before the election of Barack Obama) 

Pres. Trump probably watched Primate before posting his Racist image of the Obamas. I bet he at least saw the trailer. And I’m for certain he remembers Travis, who, like countless black people, was put down by White officers’ bullets. Roberts, who is British, confessed to remembering and being influenced by the chimp's 2009 escape and shooting death.

Travis. Barack. Ben. They are one and the same according to our president and Whites writ large. The trio are at least close relatives.

Tuesday, June 04, 2024

Admissions Granted (2024): #ANTIBLACKNESS #SIFFTY

 

Produced and Directed by: Hao Wu (@beijingloafer), Miao Wang

Run Time: 90 Minutes

Rating: 0 Stars, The Worst of 17 Films Gus Saw @ SIFF2024


While the US Supreme Court was dismantling so-called “affirmative action” programs in higher education during the summer of 2023, Gus T. invited Dr. Jennifer L. Pierce to discuss her book: Racing For Innocence: Whiteness, Gender, and The Backlash Against Affirmative Action (2012). A White Woman/Suspected Racist and expert on both “affirmative action” and the System of White Supremacy, Dr. Pierce’s text exposes how dialog on this contested program reliably and deliberately misrepresents “black” people (especially “black” males) as “unqualified,” lazy applicants seeking unearned handouts at the expense of hardworking, scholarly Whites. Racing for Innocence details how decades of cinema and Supreme Court decisions suggest that because of “affirmative action,” “whites are disadvantaged vis-à-vis black Americans.”


The latest film in this White Supremacist tradition is the MSNBC documentary Admissions Granted (2024). Slated for mainstream release later this month, California’s VC Film Fest told moviegoers that “Admissions Granted takes an honest and thoughtful look at the complexity of the affirmative action debate.”


There’s little honest about Admissions Granted.


The documentary showcases a number of “asian” students with gaudy résumés and sincere frustrations about being rejected from the ivy palace that is Harvard. As they continued to suggest that there were specific efforts to exclude or hinder applicants classified as “asian,” I began to wonder what percentage of Harvard’s students are classified as “asian.” You’ll have finished your popcorn and watched nearly the entire film before you’re told (without graphics or fanfare) that 28% of the Cambridge scholars are “asian.”


The big lie is at the center of this film. This falsehood is so redundant, I expect it, and now, respond aggressively when any person mutters “affirmative action” to grouse about people classified as “black.” Dr. Pierce, a White Woman, stresses that the greatest beneficiaries of “affirmative action” are people like her. White chicks. This is not confidential or new information. Time magazine wrote about this in 2013. The Admitted White Supremacist known as Tim Wise penned an essay last century detailing White Women’s rejection of “affirmative action” in spite of the fact that they’re the primary beneficiaries of the program.


Filmmakers Hao Wu and Miao Wang know this. Audiences get more deceptive stalling and have nearly exited theaters before they’re told that White Women benefit most from so called "affirmative action." The fraudulence and cowardly filmmaking at the core of this project are laid bare with whom Wu and Miao chose to inform us about this.


Whoopi Goldberg.


Not Dr. Jennifer Pierce. Not an ivy league, critical race scholar. Not even a screenshot of that Time magazine report.


Whoopi Goldberg.


Wu, Wang and I were all present for the Seattle International Film Festival's May 13th screening of their film. During the subsequent Q & A, I asked why they chose this Lion King (1995) alumnus to share such a vital piece of information. Both filmmakers responded, saying that they wanted to pick someone that viewers would recognize. They also conceded that there are many aspects to the discussion of “affirmative action,” and they hoped the scene would encourage viewers to research more about who has benefited from this program.


Wu and Wang said what they said. Their documentary is dishonest and anti-black, and logic suggests they chose someone who worked as a comedian and is commonly thought of as a “negro" "jester” to minimize the import of the statement. Ms. Goldberg is not an academic scholar. This film has loads of prestigious-degreed students and faculty to give expert, respected opinion. Why would a five second soundbite of someone widely regarded as a “black” “clown” sway White (or non-white) opinions on this subject or even encourage them to investigate more closely?


I hoped this film would showcase many informed “asian” (non-white, non-black) people voicing their allegations of college admissions abuses and their views and frustrations about Racism in education. Many “asian” students and their parents get screen time to share a wealth of opinions. 


However, Admissions Granted is an ode to a White Man. Edward Blum.


Victim of Racism Ward Connerly on the left, Suspected White Supremacist Edward Blum on the far right.
Ward Connerly & Edward Blum

Blum has spent more than a quarter century court-clogging under the guise that “affirmative action” wrongs White people. Anyone suggesting people classified as White are somehow wounded by “affirmative action” is militantly dishonest and dedicated to White Supremacy. Blum is so refined in his practice, he’s concocted a code for showcasing his partnerships with non-white people. Decades before he met Wu and Wang, Blum teamed with “black” male Ward Connerly to scrap California’s "affirmative action" plan in higher education. Admissions Granted discusses how the elimination of California’s plan correlates with a substantial reduction in the number of “black” students in the California university system.


One glaring moment illustrates the cast and filmmakers’s overall contempt for "black" students in California and the universe.


But you have to watch a lot of Blum before you get to this part. We’re treated to Blum’s home life, career accolades, we meet his White Wife and even his hound. In contrast, "black” people are mostly shown gyrating and shouting at protests, denying their presumed welfare-ish and undeserving student status, or being called names by the filmmaker. In fact, Blum gets more screen time than all the other “asian” students, parents and faculty - who were supposed to be the center of this project. I wondered if MSNBC’s support or other funding sources for Admissions Granted were contingent on this White Man being a central component of the film. Perhaps there’s less interest for a documentary exclusively focused on genteel “asian” students’ flimsy claims of academic discrimination at Harvard.


We don’t meet Danielle R. Holley’s Dalmatians or goldfish. Classified as a “black" female, we don’t learn about Holley’s accomplishments at Harvard law school, if she met President Obama while there, or how White Supremacy/Racism hampered her pursuit of a law degree. However, Hao Wu chooses this moment to add his voice to the film. He brands then-dean of the School of Law at Howard University an “affirmative action baby.” In my technicolor dreams, Ms. Holley, the current President of Mount Holyoke College, channels the spirit of Howard alumnus Chadwick Boseman and buries a Black Panther fist in Wu’s esophagus, then has security roll him down Howard Hill.


This scene illustrates the cowardice and anti-blackness that's the bedrock for this film. Wu and Wang lack the backbone to track down Hillary Clinton, New York Governor Kathy Hochul, blond entertainment mogul Taylor Swift, or hoops phenom Caitlin Clark and publicly, correctly libel them as “affirmative action babes.” Wu didn’t raise a peep to challenge Blum in any of the scenes that made the final draft. But he finds his courageous voice to insult a “black" female and provide non-white narration to the Racist tropes of "unqualified" “black” people debunked by Dr. Pierce and many others for over a decade.


Back to that other anti-black moment in this project.


Jeff Wang is one of the “asian” students who felt aggrieved by the Harvard admissions process. He and his father, Michael, are given ample time to detail their nuanced perspective on the admissions process and “affirmative action.” When we first hear Wang’s cries of injustice, he’s sporting blond highlights. The film moves forward, with lots of Blum, and after what seems like years, Wang returns. Sans blond and well-rooted at the University of California at Berkeley, he and his “asian” pals fraternize and discuss the politics of Racism and college admissions. They briefly (nanosecond) lament the lack of “black” students on campus. Things aren’t perfect. Jeff Wang didn’t get into Harvard, but Berkeley is a world class consolation prize. Wang’s future's so bright, highlights are redundant. In their stead, seated girlfriend-ly close, a real life White Woman. With blond tips.


Blondness reigned throughout the conclusion of the film, into the Q & A period, and for the duration of the 50th annual SIFF. Admissions Granted closed with scenes of "black" people protesting in support of “affirmative action.” As the Supreme Court guts the program, a "black" female, who’s probably not going to Harvard or Berkeley, whales in despair while brandishing the US flag. Red, White, & blue frame her crown of blond locks and tears.


A few minutes after this scene, the film concluded, and the audience was allowed to ask questions. Someone I think would be classified as a “black” female shared that she really appreciated this film even though things don’t seem to be headed towards Justice. She had blond hair too.


Coloring hair isn’t criminal activity. However, what you do with your hair sends a message. And non-white people have been skillfully programmed (often with films) to poison and mutilate our bodies and minds in pursuit of White beauty standards. Standards most people classified as White flounder to achieve themselves. Non-white failure of standardized White beauty tests was a theme painfully reinforced throughout this international festival.


Admissions Granted features former C.O.W.S. guest and former Howard law professor Frank Wu. He wrote the book Yellow: Race in America Beyond Black and White (2002), which examines how “asian americans” have been victims of White Terrorism and their resistance. As the the term “yellow” applies to this film, it concerns the scaredy-cat filmmakers who were brave enough to confront the White man’s dog and mock a "black" female dean, but too chicken to examine White Women’s supremacy in “affirmative action.”


Wu & Wang didn’t want the White smoke with the Swifties.


** Dedicated to Akai Gurley, who did not take any Harvard slots from more qualified White or "asian" applicants.

Sunday, March 06, 2022

REVIEW: King Richard (2021) #YetundePrice


“As we got closer to Venus’s birth, it seemed like every three or four days Oracene would go to the hospital. Finally, they said she was ready to deliver, and I took her to have Venus. As I was putting on the gown and slippers to go to the labor room, I started thinking about all the things I wanted Venus to do—to play tennis, to be educated, to be a certain kind of person. Then I thought about what that little baby was going to experience if she was going to do all that. She was going to go through all of the prejudice I had been through. She was going to be called names. She was going to be called “nigger.” I could visualize it all, and I didn’t want that for my child. Suddenly, I couldn’t bear for Venus to come into this world. Not that I didn’t love her. Of course I did. I didn’t love what she would have to go through—and if there was any way I could have stopped it, I would have. I started to yell. Pain tightened my chest and sweat poured off me like I was having a massive heart attack. My life rose up to haunt me and I couldn’t bear my child having to go through what I experienced. The nurses wanted to know what was wrong, but I couldn’t share with them what was happening inside me.”
- Richard Williams 

I generally avoid Hollywood’s “holiday” blockbusters (see: Django Unchained - Christmas 2012; American Sniper - Christmas 2014; SHAFT - July 4th, 1971) and films with predominantly black casts. The System of White Supremacy demands that black people be depicted as criminal, sexually sinister buffoons who must be governed by Whites. I was uncharacteristically excited for the “Thanksgiving” release of King Richard, a biopic detailing the origins of two of the world’s greatest tennis players and most well known Victims of White Supremacy, Venus and Serena Williams. And then, I was uncharacteristically impressed and appreciative. It’s a rare thing to sit through 2 hours of of black affection and self-respect. 

They’re no spoiler alerts here because we all know how the Williamses’ story concludes: Two gorgeous black females revolutionize and dominate women’s tennis and professional sports globally. Despite their unparalleled accomplishments, Venus and Serena continue to be brutalized by the System of White Supremacy. In fact, during a 2012 visit to Nigeria, Serena told an audience, “the greatest obstacle we had faced were those who at this stage caused racial uproar.” 

And with so much Williams domination, Racists have roared. 

King Richard is restricted to the pre-champion, adolescent days when Richard Williams, depicted by “Fresh Prince” Will Smith, and then-wife Oracene Price, portrayed by the lovely Aunjanue Ellis, invested maximum time and energy to develop their two tennis prodigies. A 10-part series may be insufficient to cover the ceaseless and trifling attacks targeting the entire Williams family from the White aristocracy of tennis. An abbreviated list of malice includes: 

  • Relentless, unfounded allegations that Richard Williams pre-determined the winner when his daughters faced each other. The two ran roughshod over the White girls of the WTA for better part of two decades and faced each other 9 times in a Grand Slam finals or the WTA Championship. Whites were certain the uncouth black dad instructed one daughter to lose on purpose. 
  • Indian Wells, March 2001. 19-year-old Serena took the crown, trouncing Kim Clijsters and a boorish crowd of thousands of unruly Whites. Spectators believed Mr. Williams “selected” Serena as the winner and made 20-year-old Venus withdraw with a sham ailment. Serena boycotted the event for over a decade, while Venus never returned. 
  • Being twice as good, paid half as much. Maria Sharapova is White, and that’s about all she has on Serena. Apparently, that’s enough. The two played 22 times. Serena won 20. Sharapova’s nabbed 36 WTA singles championships. 73 for Serena. Winning be damned, Sharapova consistently made $10 million more from endorsements per year than Serena.
  • Regularly referenced as males (or worse). In 2014, Russian Tennis Federation President Shamil Tarpischev branded the tennis icons “the Williams brothers.” Tarpishcev is a part of a White Supremacist chorus that dehumanizes black males and females. In 2001, Sid Rosenburg called the sisters “animals who should be banned from playing on the women's tennis tour.” 

White Supremacy and championships abound in the Williamses’ biographies. Although King Richard couldn’t make time for all of this, the dramatization poignantly captures the fears, horrors, vulnerability, and labor of attempting to parent black children in a System of Racism. 

The film delivers numerous bloody conflicts between Mr. Williams and a cadre of young black male criminals. They make lewd comments towards his daughters and terrorize and assault Mr. Williams. The father and coach wrote an autobiography (Black and White The Way I See It), which confirms this violence. Mr. Williams adds that he deliberately relocated Serena and Venus to a sleazy, vicious region of Compton because the “ghetto makes you tough and strong—unless it doesn’t do anything for you at all but get you killed.” 

Between episodes of black hooliganism, there’s one moment where the vulnerability of black parents is exposed at the hands of White people. Mr. Williams and his soon-to-be-famous daughters return from practice to find a White female social worker flanked by armed White enforcement officers. The film suggests a snooping black neighbor instigated this intrusion. The White officials “needed to look” at the household, and, presumably, the nefarious activities of the black inhabitants. For decades, White Women - under the guise of “child welfare,” have flexed state authority to deposit untold numbers of Serenas, Venuses and Minister Malcolm X's (and his siblings) into ghastly depositories for black children. 

Smith gives a remarkable performance, and this scene is magnificent. Mr. Williams rules his household even in the presence of a blond White Woman and badge wielding White lawmen. He and Ms. Price invite inspection of their young savants and parenting techniques. Mr. Williams brags about being “hard” on his daughters before challenging the officers to arrest the [White] “parents at them tennis matches.” See Indian Wells. 

The film offers several sly glimpses of White parents berating their tweeners for poor backhands and wide serves, or simply telling a child to lie to escape defeat. Beyond sportsmanship, audiences see Mr. Williams’ vigilant observations of tennis star Jennifer Cappriatti, who debuted in professional tennis at the age of 13. Watching the White teen sensation’s narcotics arrest swayed Williams’ approach to shaping the genesis of his daughters’ unprecedented careers. Black girls aren't allowed a “second serve” for mistakes of youth.

This 2+ hour epic provides a heap of supremely captivating moments. As Venus and Serena begin amassing one of the greatest trophy halls in history, they read the first newspaper reports of Venus’s accolades while the 1991 video of the late Rodney King being bludgeoned by Los Angeles Police Department officers distracts their parents. This scene is beautifully executed with the children facing away from the television, their jubilee undisturbed. Meanwhile, Ms. Price musters the feeble hopes of a black parent in a System of White Supremacy when she tells her husband: “At least they got them on tape this time.” 

Again, no spoilers. We know having video of King being mauled meant nothing in Semi Valley. Los Angeles was left smoldering a year later, following the April 1992 acquittal of all White officers charged for bludgeoning Mr. King. When black lives are daily, globally pulverized, it is audacious and, seemingly, foolhardy to plan for and dream of magnificent accomplishments for black girls or boys. 

The Williams parents dared to plot their children’s path to tennis royalty in the face of unchecked police terrorism escalated by the 90’s War on Drugs. The film masterfully pivots from CNN’s Bernard Shaw reporting on the piñata-bashing of King’s skull to young Venus and Serena flanking former First Lady Nancy Reagan. The White tennis crowd and Williams crew are admonished to “Just Say No” to narcotics, or they too could end up beaten and jailed like Mr. King (Dr. Martin Luther or Rodney). The scene concludes with Mr. Williams jokingly branding the Whites in attendance KKK members before releasing a round a flatulence to answer the would-be-klansmen’s offer to take control of Venus’s career. 

The former First Lady and President Ronald Reagan did take selfies with the future tennis titans. Those pics paired with the photos of Mr. Reagan authorizing the federal observation of Dr. King’s holiday could be an impressive collage. Call it the: “Proof we’re not Racist” album. 

Venus and Serena hobnobbing with White powerbrokers signaled their burgeoning star power and generational tennis acumen. And it was just as Mr. Williams planned. In spite of White Supremacy and all lesser obstacles, he and Ms. Price believed their black babies would be extraordinary. 

One thing I appreciate most about this project is being immersed in an affectionate black family. To borrow from Ta-Nehisi Coates, audiences witness “all the love poured into [Venus and Serena]. The gasoline expended, the treads worn carting [them] to [tennis matches]. The embraces, all the private jokes, customs, greetings, names, dreams, all the shared knowledge and capacity of a black family injected into” the beautiful tennis conquerors we now exalt. 

But King Richard is not Pollyanna. Ms. Price and Mr. Williams have bitter disagreements about raising their girls and life in general. The two divorced years after the events depicted in the film. However, the two attempted black parents remain flirtatious and share tender moments in front of their offspring. 

And, poignantly, the film includes all 5 girls of Mr. Williams and Ms. Price’s attempted family. Mikayla Bartholomew resurrects older sister Yetunde Price, who was "accidentally" shot to death by gang members in 2003. While discussing the film, Serena revealed, “I think I cried the whole time. Whenever she came on film, I just — personally, I just started, like — I mean, even still.” The film triumphs showing the intimacy and love that molded two legends, and Yetunde’s presence is a powerful component of this origin tale. 

Although Yetunde was 31 at the time she was killed, her death illustrates the fears and vulnerability of Ms. Price, Mr. Williams, and every attempted black parent who cannot protect their child from the omnipresent violence of White Supremacy. Mr. Williams courageously, candidly shared the fears and frailties of a black father in the section of his autobiography that details Venus’s birth. 

King Richard climaxes - there’s still 35 minutes of movie after this scene, but this is the big finish - with Mr. Williams confessing his fears as a black dad to his daughter, “Junior.” Smith gives a master performance, tearfully telling Venus she’ll be “representing every little black girl on Earth.” She and Serena will be called niggers and worse. There will be days when it seems the entire tennis stadium is brimming with White Supremacists, thirsty for the Williamses destruction… and her black father will be helpless. 

Call it a pitiful truth, but this brilliant bit of cinema and parental honesty should be replicated between non-white parents and their offspring. Lying about or minimizing the System of Racism and the power individuals classified as White wield over black lives is dangerous and a hallmark of defective parenting. Venus and Serena were prepared to dominate the WTA. Mr. Williams and Ms. Price were equally vested in readying their two prodigies for the System of White Supremacy. The morning before Venus’s first big match, her mother provides a big dose of tactile love, braiding her daughter's hair and breaking out the beads, which were a fashion staple of the adolescent Williams sisters. While pampering, Ms. Price reminds her girls that they’re just like slave-turned-abolitionist Sojourner Truth: beautiful, strong, trailblazers. 

Smith and his exceptional co-stars didn’t just win over Gus. King Richard bagged six Academy Award nominations, including one for Best Picture. In spite of this, there’s been a staunch, vocal White chorus determined to malign this project. 

In late November, Dr. Jessica Taylor whined about Mr. Williams being the source of the film’s eponymous title - as though this was yet another example of “black male privilege” and Venus and Serena getting shafted in their own biopic. I’m certain the film’s executive producers, who happened to be Serena and Venus, thoroughly enjoyed this critique of their dad.  

Just maybe.. two black daughters wanted to give their attempted black father some love? 

To put a bow on “black history month 2022,” Kim Masters of Southern California’s KCRW’s interviewed the film’s director, Reinaldo Marcus Green. For the better part of twenty minutes, Masters consistently found her way back to asking Green how much material had to be sanitized to hide from audiences the philandering, flawed, black-male-brutishness of Richard Williams.

Apparently, it’s difficult for White Women and White Men to appreciate and commend an attempted black father who not only worked to make sure his offspring were not “running with hoodlums and doing drugs,” as the Williams patriarch told the White social worker, but also believed his black girls would conquer the über White world of professional tennis, become international black powerbrokers, and bankroll Oscar-nominated Hollywood flicks showcasing their affectionate, flirtatious, constructive attempted black family.

Mr. Williams’s autobiography, which was published years before this film, gives the highest praise to Ms. Price and her essential and complimentary role in coaching their daughters. In fact, during the book promotional tour, the beastly, black Mr. Williams told BBC Radio: “Through my girls and through a lot of women that was around me, I learned that womens (sic) have some of the greatest ideas in the world. The mens (sic) just need to learn to listen to them.”

Thanks to superb black parents, Venus and Serena have our ear.

Friday, December 31, 2021

Alice Sebold's 'If They Caught You," LUCKY #BlackMisandry

 

Anthony Broadwater
“If they caught you,

long enough for me

to see that face again,

maybe I would know

your name.

I could stop calling you 'the rapist',

and start calling you John or Luke or Paul.


I want to make my hatred large and whole.

If they found you, I could take

those solid red balls and slice them

separately off, as everyone watched.

I have already planned what I would do

for a pleasurable kill, a slow, soft, ending.

First,

I would kick hard and straight with a boot,

into you, stare while you shot quick and loose,

contents a bloody pink hue.

Next,

I would slice out your tongue,

You couldn't curse, or scream.

Only a face of pain would speak

for you, your thick ignorance through.

Thirdly,”

“Should I hack away those sweet

cow eyes with the glass blades you made

me lie down on? Or should I shoot, with a gun,

close into the knee; where they say

the cap shatters immediately?

I picture you now,

your fingers rubbing sleep from

those live blind eyes, while I rise restlessly.

I need the blood of your hide

on my hands. I want to kill you

with boots and guns and glass.

I want to fuck you with knives.

Come to me, Come to me,

Come die and lie, beside me.”


They were going to turn this into a movie.

The above poem is from Alice Sebold’s 1999 “memoir,” Lucky, which purportedly details her 1981 rape by a black male while she attended Syracuse University. Sebold’s biography was recently spotlighted after convicted rapist and registered sex offender Anthony Broadwater was exonerated for this crime. He’d already served a sixteen year sentence for sodomizing a White Woman while steadfastly maintaining his innocence.

Ironically, executive producer Timothy Mucciante was working on the film adaptation of Lucky and found Sebold's account fishy. He hired a private investigator, which cemented his belief that a black male was wrongfully caged. He’s now working with Broadwater to make a documentary about his experience of White Terrorism called Unlucky.

Many White-dominated outlets have discussed this case and the destruction wreaked on Broadwater’s life. The former U.S. Marine decided against having children because of his status as a “rapist.”

But there is no analysis of Sebold’s poem, which is smack in the middle of a book that boasts a million copies sold. And they were going to turn it into a film!

This poem - and Lucky in total - represents another dynamic of White Power: Individuals classified as White are allowed to be publicly, violently angry and vengeful. Whether the 2015 Mother Emanuel AME Victims of White Terrorism or Anthony Broadwater himself, black people are obligated to forgive and reconcile with Racist Woman and Racist Man. The book publishing industry - which is dominated by White Women - would not tolerate the publication of a manuscript where Dylann Storm Roof’s Victims talked about their fantasies of violent retribution against Whites.

But Lucky sold a million copies… And was about to made into a film.

Dr. Tommy J. Curry and Melissa K. Stein visited The C.O.W.S., and both talked about the willful erasure of White Women from the scene of Racist violence against black people. Both scholars dissected how White Women like Sebold were often present for lynchings and, sometimes, like Sebold’s poem, participated in the bloody carnage.

Sebold's poem is not the product of sublime imagination or literary genius. Sebold is writing the history of her White Supremacist ancestors. Every act of torture she hopes to carry out, has been executed against black males many times over.

She kicks off the poem with the most cliche act of White barbarism, hacking away “Negro” testicles. The similarly dubious accusations of Carolyn Bryant Donham cost 14-year-old Emmett Till his genitals and his life. Countless White Men have raped White Women, non-white females, and other males. You do not hear anyone talk about castrating Harvey Weinstein or Jerry Sandusky - both White Men are convicted sexual abusers.

After proving once again that Whites are the undisputed champions of genital mutilation, Sebold hopes to slice out the black male tongue. In 1944, White Supremacists lynched Rev. Isaac Simmons “so they could steal his land.” The White Terrorists “killed him brutally – shooting him three times and cutting out his tongue.”

Sebold talks incessantly about her White virginity and innocence throughout the text. All pretense of “White fragility” is lost when it’s time to pluck out “Negro” eyeballs. Like Broadwater, Isaac Woodard was a U.S. veteran. On the February 1946 evening he received an honorable discharge, a White South Carolina police chief beat him in the face until he was permanently blind. The History Channel states that Emmett Till also had both eyes gouged out.

It’s not surprising that Sebold includes that White Syracuse University security officers, when told that her alleged “Negro” rapist was in the vicinity, “were not as much university representatives that night as they were hunters with a fresh scent.” One of the White "hunters" uses his billy club on three random black males, even though Sebold writes, "It was wrong to hassle, and perhaps physically hurt, three innocent young black men on the street."

Animals, not people, are “hunted.” And black males are never presumed innocent.

Sebold’s father explicitly brands random black males “animals” following his daughter’s alleged rape. White men rape and rob the elderly in Sebold’s Lucky. They are not dehumanized, and no one speaks gleefully about carving their carcasses in retaliation for White wrongdoing.

The only priority and lone focus of the book is to reinforce the mythology of the black male rapist, the innocence and purity of White Women, and the necessity for White violence to keep the black male penis subdued.

If Sebold was raped by a White Man (or White Woman), there is no universe where an audience would be treated to her depraved fetish to “fuck” a White man with knives. Only the culture and System of White Supremacy craves and devours literature and movies that justify extraordinary (often, extralegal) violence against black males.

The final line, where Sebold beckons Broadwater to come “die and lie” with her, suggests a familiar component of necrophilia and sexualized violence against black people - black males especially. The fact that a million mostly White readers feasted on Lucky and the presumed guilt of Broadwater for nearly a quarter century without question or interrogation is evidence of the widespread belief in the black beast rapist and the White duty to violently subdue him/“it.”

Mr. Broadwater said he never read Lucky, which, thankfully, spared him from reading about the lynching a White Woman planned for him.

Thursday, December 17, 2020

REVIEW Isabel Wilkerson's Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents

For many reasons, we needed rescuing from 2020. Covid-19 disrupted all areas of people activity and life around the planet. Simultaneously, police slaughters of black people prompted global protests against the System of White Supremacy. In the midst of a U.S. presidential election, violent confrontations between enforcement officials and citizens, and an unprecedented viral scourge, Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Isabel Wilkerson allegedly tossed us an elixir. 

There’s been a lot of snake oil this year. 

Wilkerson compiled decades of topnotch reporting for The New York Times – much of it addressing Racism/White Supremacy. Her 2010 publication, The Warmth of Others Suns : The Epic Story of America's Great Migration, is an eloquently written, meticulously researched narrative of 20th century black migration. I, like former President Barack Obama, caped hard for Wilkerson’s first book and was piqued by news of her latest offering. 

Alas, hopes of consecutive constructive books were quickly annihilated. Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents is dubiously poor in quality. Where The Warmth of Other Suns provides enormously detailed information and high-quality, clear writing, Caste is a mealy-mouthed presentation of sloppy metaphors that works hard not to offend White people. 

Oprah Winfrey, who’s networking with entertainment mogul Ava DuVernay to adapt this text into a documentary film, declared, “[Caste] might well save us.” Winfrey, DuVernay, and Wilkerson are all qualified and entitled to their respective views. But it’s highly doubtful Caste will help us end Racism or even get a better understanding of the problem because “this book is pointedly not about racism in itself,” writes Wilkerson. 

Some readers may logically conclude that Wilkerson’s primary objective is to get non-white people to swap the term “Racism” for her book title, “Caste.” In nearly every 2020 interview and in the text, Wilkerson explains that the term “Racism” is too limited to encompass the systemic terrorism Whites wage against black people. She submits that “caste” is more adequate to convey the omnipresent and never-ending suppression of non-white people and labors mightily to persuade readers. The term “caste” appears more than 1,000 times in the book – which does not include the title. 

In chapter six, Wilkerson dissects “The R-word,” writing that for Whites, “The word is radioactive—resented, feared, denied, lobbed back toward anyone who dares to suggest it. Resistance to the word often derails any discussion of the underlying behavior it is meant to describe, thus eroding it of meaning.” 

Wilkerson chucks “the r-word” and often identifies people classified as White as “members of the dominant caste.” Caste provides a full course of word-salad as Wilkerson describes the rape of black slaves as dominant caste enslavers being “invited to impregnate the women themselves if so inclined.” 

Pussyfooting and circumlocutious dialog that presents information in a convoluted and indirect way helps maintain the System of White Supremacy. Talking about Racism in a manner more palatable to the “dominant caste” helps maintain the System of White Supremacy. Minister Malcolm X notoriously encouraged us to “make it plain.” 

One unambiguous goal of Wilkerson’s work is to not offend White people. The book redacts the “r-word,” often deliberately shirks labeling anyone as White, and name-drops a collection of so-called well-meaning Whites. Wilkerson devotes an entire italics section to the work of Jane Elliott – an Admitted White Supremacist, and bookends the text alluding to the 2017 killing of Heather Heyer. Many reference the Charlottesville, Virginia protests that lead to Heyer’s death as an example of Trump-inspired White rage and extremist violence. 

In fact, Wilkerson and others include Heyer’s martyrdom alongside the 2015 terrorist attack of Dylnn Storm Roof. After researching and visiting the South Carolina Mother Emanuel AME congregation, Roof sat with black worshipers before slaughtering 9 people. Wilkerson omits the names of all of Roof’s victims. Readers are not told that Roof may have committed a White Supremacist political assassination, as one of his victims was State Senator Rev. Clementa Pinckney. 

Conversely, Heather Heyer, a White Woman, is named repeatedly in the text. Wilkerson describes the 2018 police shooting of Botham Jean and the 2015 police assault of Thabo Sefolosha. Like those butchered at Mother Emanuel, Jean’s murder and Sefolosha’s suffering are depicted as anonymous black victimization. The hashtag #SayHerName was created to acknowledge how black female Victims of Racism and violence are often ignored and minimized. Wilkerson continues the same pattern throughout Caste – although often applied to black males. 

One male who is named is Wilkerson’s deceased White husband, Brett Hamilton. 

In the acknowledgements, Wilkerson first makes it clear: “this book is pointedly not about racism.” Then she tells us about who inspired this project: 

“Finally, I am grateful beyond language for the love and devotion of Brett Hamilton, the kindest and most giving husband I could have wished for, a gift from the universe. Many of the observations in this book first found a voice in our deeply fulfilling conversations and in our life together. While it breaks my heart that neither he nor my parents lived to see this culmination of what we, each in our own ways, sought to transcend, I feel his cosmic embrace as I send this out to the world…” 

A C.O.W.S. listener pondered how we would respond if a black male authored a bestselling book about Racism, where he gushes about his White spouse who “transcends” race. I’ve yet to think of such an author, so I’m still pondering. 

Incidentally, months after Caste’s publication, The C.O.W.S. hosted Dr. Paul Ortiz, whose research on White terrorism against black Florida voters is referenced in the book. He celebrated Wilkerson’s writing ability, said he’s had the privilege of being a part of speaking engagements with her, and explained how he explicitly instructs his students to avoid dangerous clichés like notions of “transcending” Racism/White Supremacy. 

Dr. Ortiz said he read Caste, but skipped the acknowledgments. 

Wilkerson paints a full White circle with Heather Heyer and her spouse. The acknowledgements conclude Caste, while her book begins with this dedication: “To the memory of my parents who survived the caste system and to the memory of Brett who defied it.” Wilkerson fails to offer detail for many components of Caste. Names of black people are omitted, footnotes are absent from the body of the text, and Wilkerson refuses to offer a sentence explaining how her White hubby defied White Supremacy. Marrying a black female does not count. 

Wilkerson insists that White people are ignorant about Racism, ignores the history of sexual exploitation of black males, and offers a plethora of faulty logic. This book – and the subsequent film – is dangerous material for non-white people. Works like this deliberately promote confusion about what Racism/White Supremacy is and how it works. 

This book is so dangerous and lame I now give The Warmth of Other Suns the side eye. 

 

Mother Emanuel AME Victims: 

Reverend DePayne Middleton-Doctor 

Mrs. Cynthia Graham Hurd 

Mrs. Susie J. Jackson 

Mrs. Ethel Lee Lance 

The Honorable Reverend Clementa C. Pinckney 

Mr. Tywanza Kibwe Diop Sanders 

Reverend Daniel Lee Simmons, Sr. 

Reverend Sharonda Coleman-Singleton 

Mrs. Myra Singleton Quarles Thompson

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

The C.O.W.S. Book Club: Chris Kyle's Americian Sniper

The Context of White Supremacy has hosted a book club for a decade. We've covered a lot of material and learned a lot about White Supremacy/Racism. Back in 2014 we explored Chris Kyle's American Sniper. The bestselling book was made into a feature length film - that was released on Christmas Day 2014. This book reveals a lot about what it means to be White. Look out for the urine. Whites have done a lot to disrupt our archives, so here are all the links for the text. With armed Whites contesting masks and terrorizing black people at will across the U.S., it might be a good time to re-visit this text.

 

  1. The C.O.W.S. AMERICAN SNIPER Part I
  2. The C.O.W.S. AMERICAN SNIPER Part II
  3. The C.O.W.S. AMERICAN SNIPER Part III
  4. The C.O.W.S. AMERICAN SNIPER Part IV
  5.  The C.O.W.S. AMERICAN SNIPER Part V
  6. The C.O.W.S. AMERICAN SNIPER Part VI
  7. The C.O.W.S. AMERICAN SNIPER Part VII (Conclusion)

 

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Sunday, March 01, 2020

UPDATE: The C.O.W.S. Counter-Racist Yoga Retreat: Washington, D.C.



The summer of 2020 offers a bounty of exciting events. Tokyo, Japan hosts the Olympic games....

And then came the rona. 2020 has been cataclysmic, confusing, and rife with cancellations. The Summer Olympics got postponed, classrooms from kindergarten to grad school have been vacated or limited to dodging penises and swastikas on Zoom, and the yoga studios and gyms are mostly still empty. 

The U.S./Canadian border has been sealed for two months, which forced the cancellation of The C.O.W.S. Toronto Retreat scheduled for May. Lots of losses this year.

In the midst of global protests about Race Soldiers routinely suffocating black people and a novel respiratory virus that's reported to also be strangling black people (literally and economically), making time to breathe is all the more important for Victims of Racism. During our debut counter-racist retreat in Virginia, we affirmed and experienced why self-care must be a critical component of all counter-racist efforts. The System of White Supremacy is designed to drain the vitality from non-white people. It's imperative that we engage in self-maintenance, activities that replenish our life force and inspire us to make improvements and solve problems.


And it's always a good time to have healthy, delicious food!

This is why The C.O.W.S. is moving forward with plans to host the summer counter-racist yoga retreat in Washington, D.C. If Covid-19, protests against Racism, or other unforeseen 2020 catastrophes occur, we'll notify as soon as possible of changes.

We'll take adequate safety measures, including: 
  • An abundance of soap for hand washing.
  • Cleaning materials to sanitize the residence.
  • Social Distancing
If anyone has suggestions to help ensure everyone's safety, please, share. 

Originally, we planned to visit the Smithsonian and the Library of Congress. But.. the rona. It's unclear what public venues will be open come August or how interested people will be in wanting to be in a large crowd. As they say, we'll wait and see.


Even if we can't frolic  throughout the nation's capitol, we will have healthy delicious meals - like what's pictured above, calming yoga, and constructive counter-racist dialog. They might still be protesting by the time we get there.

Date: Wednesday, August 5th to Sunday, August 9th. 
Where: Washington, D.C.

There are a relatively small number of Washington locations that can adequately house a dozen people, so time is of the essence.
 
The investment for the D.C. retreat is $680. This includes:
  • All meals (Plant-based breakfasts, lunches, dinners and snacks. We'll enjoy the versatility and deliciousness of veggie-based cooking. No one will be hungry.)
  • Lodging
  • Morning and Evening yoga classes taught by Gus T. Renegade (200hr certified/ 85hr prenatal certified)
  • Counter-Racist Workshops
  • Cooking Workshops
  • Quality contact with like-minded Victims of Racism

This does not include:
  • Transportation
  • Travel Insurance
  • Yoga Mat

A $400 deposit is due by June 22nd. The deposit is non-refundable. The remaining $280 is due by July 19th. Payments can be submitted using PayPal (https://www.paypal.me/TheCOWS), CashApp (https://cash.app/$TheCOWS), or check/money order. Please, email Gus for mailing information.

For Parents!
There were a number of attempted parents who mailed Gus with sincere interest in attending the retreats with their offspring. However, Racism makes many things financially challenging for non-white people. To compensate, as long as there are eight paying adults signed up for the retreat, the cost for children ages 14 and under is $340. All adults and children are expected to participate in all workshops and yoga sessions during the retreat. Children must be at least 10 years of age.

Parents must submit a deposit of $170 by June 22nd to reserve a spot for your child. The remaining $170 is due by July 22nd.

Hopefully, the last half of 2020 will be astronomically better for black people, Victims of Racism. Make The C.O.W.S. Washington D.C. Counter-Racist Yoga Retreat a part of the improvement. #EatWellUseLogic