This one actually made me chuckle a bit. Add movie critic Wesley Morris to the list of people attacking black conservatives. In his critique of the movie ‘Django Unchained’, Morris spews an ironic attack on conservatives who happen to be black.
Samuel L. Jackson plays crusty, waxen Stephen as a vision of depraved loyalty and bombastic jive that cuts right past the obvious association with Uncle Tom. The movie is too modern for what Jackson is doing to be limited to 1853. He’s conjuring the house Negro, yes, but playing him as though he were Clarence Thomas or Alan Keyes or Herman Cain or Michael Steele, men whom some black people find embarrassing.
There is irony and then there’s irony. One bit of irony on this is the fact that Morris is attacking people like Thomas and Cain for leaving the plantation of leftist servitude. But, there’s another bit of irony on a cultural basis.
He states that some black people are embarrassed by these black conservatives. But, you know what else embarrasses some black people?
Effeminate little creatures of color with jobs like the, makeup artists, movie critics and things of that nature. The Spanish have words for this, I’m can’t seem to get the exact translation, but I believe “dabiñe” or “meccoslabios” apply here.
I don’t know which is more embarrassing. Men of authority, wealth, and power, or dabiñes? You tell me?