A lot of y'all got mad when I questioned your knee-jerk, rabid, UN-reciprocated crusades in support of the "12 Years A Slave" flick.
Well, this Vanity Fair cover is one of many bitter fruits y'all are going to reap as a result of this entrenched knee-jerk behavior pattern of constantly throwing on your Superwoman cape in support of any and all random Black-skinned faces. All without ever asking the simple questions of:
(1) What's in it for me and African-American women like me to support this?
(2) Who benefits from this [movie, TV show, record deal, etc.]?
(3) Who benefits the most from this [movie, TV show, record deal, etc.]?
There's not a single African-American actress shown in any of these photo shoots. Not. A. Single. One. The WW appear to be in physical contact with other people in their poses. While the two foreign BW are featured in an inner page while standing or sitting in isolation from other people.
And a lot of y'all are still wearing your Superwoman capes in support of the African actress featured here [and lots of other places]. At the risk of committing blasphemy, I wonder: What has Lupita Nyong'o ever done in support of African-American women to have earned your rabid, knee-jerk support?
What a lot of y'all don't seem to comprehend is that, for the most part, BM actors (foreign and domestic) and foreign BW actresses are rising at your expense.
When you give UN-reciprocated support to BM creatives and foreign BW creatives, you are supporting your own displacement and erasure. This "12 Years A Slave" movie that generated all this "pub" for the NON-African-American Black creatives involved in it was based on the real-life experiences of African-American persons.
There's a connection between sowing and reaping . . .
