The bottom is currently falling out of the sky and cable is down. So I am going to watch RHONY on the laptop unless that goes down next. Hell, power may go at this point. It’s been an interesting week. Also it is monsooning and there is thunder and lightning and Banjo hasn’t pooped today. So how is your day going?
So a lot of the white women are confused about what to wear to Harlem Ramona has a convenient new friend who just happens to be black. Oh dear Lord. First up on the trip is and old timey speak easy. Im already concerned we will not be getting to see Dapper Dan. Everyone is also on edge for the election results. Then Ramona says that she is bothered that people are separated by color. Only Ramona would say that. But somehow everyone is fine with it? Eboni gives everyone a “Harlem” candle. Each one has their own scent. I want one!
Eboni Teaches The RHONY About Harlem
I love that Eboni gave everyone a photo of a famous black man in Harlem. I know all of this as I suspect most of your do. I’m going to pause here and inject a bit of politics involving critical race theory. I have (somewhere) some very beautiful and intriguing photos of famous black authors. I may have mentioned them before because I love them. They are basically post cards. I used them in my college reading classes at an HBCU and in my second grade class where there was only one white female student. My assignment was the same at both levels. Everyone gets a different card and writes about their thoughts on what the person is thinking in the photo. In the second grade class I posted the photos and essays in the hall, as one does.
A few days later, my principal called me into the office. This was never good for me. The black child apparently told her parents about the assignment. They came raging into the office because I was “teaching about slavery.” The word slavery never came out of my mouth. The word black never came out of my mouth. I simply gave everyone a random card and told them to write about what they saw. Their essays were brilliant and didn’t mention race at all. It was things like, he is sad because he is waiting for his girlfriend and she isn’t coming. Or she is happy because it is her birthday. All right there on display in the hallway.
It was Black History Month and the other teachers praised me. They girl, whose name was something like Miracle or Heaven was out of district, and I immediately knew she was being abused and kept reporting her abuse to the counselor. I feel like that was the real problem. She was out of area probably because of previous abuse concerns and my fucktard principal kicked her out of school shortly thereafter. This situation has been on my mind a lot lately. Currently, there is a lot of drama over something called “Critical Race History.” It seems to be a very convoluted topic. But it reminded me of those irate parents who didn’t want me to “teach about slavery.” It’s my belief that we should teach ALL THE HISTORY. Sorry for the long off topic kind of political rant.
And Now, Back To The Show…
The ladies don’t like the educational aspect of the cards. I love it. Even Ramona’s new black friend is over it. I could talk about the Harlem Renaissance with Eboni all day long. This is the first time I’ve actually liked Eboni. Ramona leaves early. Off to fuck someone, but she blamed it on vertigo? This opens the door to talk about penises. As one does at the dinner table. Wait! Is that it for Harlem? They didn’t see a thing!
I could care less about Leah or her kid going to high school. Ramona invites Eboni over. Because, production. Eboni brings up politics and how happy she is to have a female, black vice-president and Ramona shuts her down right away. She can’t even say it is great to have a female vice-president. She’s just refusing to talk about it. The re-education of Ramona doesn’t go well. Ramona feels like she is being preached to. Eboni tosses out the “white fragility” term. And here we go. Yet, somehow they hug it out. I’m so pissed I wanted to go to Dapper Dan’s atelier!