Part two of the first post addressing the trope of black friends being secondary to white characters (read The Best Black Friend Trope Part 1). Which has given mid whites delusions of grandeur in real life. When outshined by the black person they’ve placed in this role, on some Scarlett O’Hara, “Gone With The Wind” shit, their disillusionment begets rage. It’s a stereotype rooted in the mammy trope, the caring, submissive help. An accessory that solely exists to support them, because we’re not human in their eyes. We’re their property. Only for the person who decides their fates to be a black Goddess, above them (read Jaquana Cornelius Is Kali Ma). Karma.
The subtleties of these film portrayals in certify representation matters, because people internalize what they’re watching subconsciously. These movies aren’t harmless, they’re reinforcing slavery and dehumanization. Be honest with yourself, how do you participate in this fallacious hierarchy? Via: NoMoreLateFees
