Mediocre Negro Is Everything We Didn’t Know We Needed.

Personally, I can’t say that I recall a time in which just hearing someone speak was enough to give me pause in whatever it was that I was doing and immediately focus all of my attention. Wait, hold on, I actually can remember at least one occasion, but that held greater significance. That particular instance was when I watched President Obama step onto the proscenium to accept the Democratic Nomination for President of The United States. I watched, riveted, as my eyes were brimming with unshed tears and I remember thinking to myself about the unparalleled historical significance of such a moment as well as the superhuman levels of ass Michelle was surely going to put on him later on that evening. No, this moment isn’t as broad reaching as Obama’s nomination. However, it still leaves a deep impression on me. That moment being when Marc Lamont Hill accurately described all the black celebrities used as props for photo ops with Trump as “mediocre negroes.”

The cavalcade of regrettable coons that have been touted out like old theater props and photographed close to Trump has all but begged for the categorization of “mediocre negroes.” Hill makes it a point to mention that most of the black celebrities who, if they were strippers at Magic City, wouldn’t make the B-Squad of that night’s lineup even if every other stripper was stricken with a sudden case of shingles and restless leg syndrome.

The best that Trump’s team has been able to accrue are noted public figures whose relationship with Black America is almost entirely a pre-conceived notion of White America if not severely strained. There’s Kanye West, a man so deep within the Kardashian-void that his entire consciousness and belief system has been converted into “Whatever Kris Jenner Believes Will Generate The Most Headlines.” Or maybe it’s best to turn the lens towards everyone’s favorite shucking and jiving uncle that somehow managed to fetishize Crest 3D Teeth Whitening Strips, Steve Harvey. Steve Harvey is so craven for the acceptance of White America that he has done everything in his house-nigga repertoire to demean and undervalue his core audience by selling problematic tenets of Respectability Politics under the guise of sage advice. Lastly, we could take a gander at Don King standing behind Trump wearing what can only be described as a Canadian Tuxedo bedazzled to the point that even those afflicted with blindness would be forced to turn away, lest they further damage their eyes. Grinning as if he’d finally found the secret to achieving legendary Coon status which is, ironically, even more Cooning.

Mediocre Negro is anything and everything that would accurately describe the parade of “Meh” that is currently wading in and out of the Trump Tower. I thank Mr. Hill for giving a name to what I suspect is an early movement of self-hating black people that now have martyrs that have burned themselves at the altar of Black Twitter all for the facade of White acceptance. I’m certain they’ve gotten tired of only having Stacey Dash as a spokesperson and therefore appreciate the new bevy of options available.

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