The easy thing to do is to talk about how HORRRRRIBULL the New Yorker cover was.
I don’t blog to do the easy thing.
I’ll bet when Barry Blitt penned this lil ditty, he probably thought to himself…”yeah, I nailed that shit. This is off the chain. I didn’t miss a thing. Look how complete the analysis is, down to the flag in the fireplace. Ain’t no one seein this. Pullitzer, here I come.”
While I am far too cheap to subscribe to the New Yorker, I read it regularly online. It is classic Northeast Corridor insular intellectualism. They do what they do well. And yeah, the Cover is well done.
In a vacuum.
Out here in the real world…Blitt fucked up.
He should have talked to Spike Lee about the what happens (or what doesn’t happen) when you trot out heavy duty satire around Black folk.
Of course most folk at the New Yorker are so busy waxing geo-political and post-racial about Obama they seem to have forgotten that Barack Obama is Black man #1 right now. What you say or do to Barack Obama, Michelle Obama or the WeeMichelles (Shouts to WAOD)
Black folk who wouldn’t know the New Yorker from a brochure for the Chrysler New Yorker have seen this cover and are…uh…Let’s just say they aren’t pleased.
On the heels of The Etherization of the Former First Black President and his Wife in the eyes of Black folk, Nuts-Gate, and the still smoldering ashes of Tavis Smiley’s status as the King of the Black Pundits, it is becoming abundantly clear that in the eyes of many Black folk, anything that takes away from Barack Obama’s presidential aspirations is taken VERY personally.
Black folk were late to the party, remember, This time last year, Hillary Clinton was 25 points up on Obama in the polls, even amongst Black folk. I am pretty sure that this over-protective impulse amongst Black folk is a subconscious reaction to being so late to the party.
Combine this default nuclear response to anything percieved as disrespectful of the Obama Family with the universally unmentioned fact that Obama (like Colin Powell and Condoleeza Rice before him) isn’t alloted a certain regal status afforded other National level Politicians.
Barack Obama carries around issues that don’t actually exist, while John McCain gets a pass on Upgrading from his disabled wife who sat by and waited for him to come home from Vietnam to a sugar daughter who could afford McCain with the economic infrastructure to parlay his admirable Military history into a national career in Politics.
That is an everyday situation for Black folk and white folk just don’t get it.
Satire doesn’t play when people actually think what’s so over-the-top satirical is true.
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you.
and the WORST part of all this is…
The Obama article INSIDE the magazine is a a revealing insight into what makes Obama tick.
But who cares about all those words when there is a pretty picture on the front.