More than 900 prisoners and nearly 120 staff in one of South Carolina’s prisons will not be moved out of the path of hurricane Florence, despite South Carolina issuing an evacuation order for all coastal counties ahead of the category-3 hurricane.
Frankly, many of these outlets are blowing it when it comes to writing about race. This should be a time for media outlets to get their collective shit together when it comes to writing about Black folks, not double down on tired anti-Black cliches about “identity politics” and diversity hires. Because Trump’s policy positions create a unique threat for people of color, writing well about race is going to be critically important. Why should we trust that these outlets and writers are up to the task when they seem hell bent on proving they are not?
What she’s basically arguing is that while some staffers on MTV News’ masthead are Serious Journalists with Serious Credentials and Something Serious to Say, if you’re young, Black, and popular, you’re merely a Twitter star, even if you have those very same Serious Credentials. If you’re thinking, “Gee, that sounds kind of racist,” it’s probably because this is a racist thing to assume about a journalist.
A few years later, I had no choice but to stifle my emotions — to be the strong one. My mom married a troubled man; although, I begged her not to. My grandparents had to forcefully take me away after their wedding celebration because I was afraid to leave her alone with him. For the next few years I had to be the eleven-year-old girl to pull a knife on a grown man; the girl to bandage her mom’s wounds; the girl to hold her while she cried. I had to be the girl to call the police. By the time they showed up, my mom had already wiped her tears. Unfortunately, this was something she had to learn the hard way. The first time the cops were called and saw her crying, they agreed with my step dad that she was “hysterical.” She had to hide her sadness to be taken seriously. Eventually, they divorced. We didn’t really talk about it after that. The horror was over, and we learned that things were easier when you cleaned up your face and smiled. And I got good at it. And if I couldn’t smile, I hid.