It’s that time of year again, Black History Month. This was my post for last year, when too many white folks were up in arms about critical race theory–that thing they know absolutely nothing about. Since then, it’s only gotten worse, with actual African American Studies and history under siege from the forces of Mordor. So I figured, why change the theme from last year, since we’re still stuck in the same place. Enjoy the repeat.
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From the moment I saw a poster of a Black Dwarf lady for the new Amazon Prime series Rings of Power, I made the prediction that come late summer and into the early Fall, I’d be living off fanboy tears and lembas bread. Turns out, ain’t enough lembas bread at Costco to go with the fountain of white tears shed over Black dwarves, hobbits, mermaids and other fictional characters. It’s been a flood. And frankly, for some of you, I’m just plain embarrassed.
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“When I get mad, I put it down on a pad.”
Some thoughts on Black pain, anger, trauma and reactions, in these times. They may be unprecedented, but in other ways, been here before. Warning ahead of time–this one is long. Bring water, snacks, and a gas mask.
Image: Protestors watch fireworks go off as the Minneapolis 3rd Police Precinct burns.
On SFF markets and the problem of diversity.
This is one of those long ones. Grab a snack.
Art by Joe Orlando. From the story Judgment Day! in the March-April 1953 issue of Weird Fantasy.
Harriet Tubman is finally set to grace the front cover of the $20 bill. For many it’s a dream come true, especially since folk been “dreaming of Harriet” for a minute.
Image: from a source I won’t name that seemed to be parodying black history with an allusion to “Harriet Tubman in space.” I am both jacking and subverting that sh*t.
Phenderson Djèlí Clark 