We love our network of working…men. YWM encourages you to sound off about the influence of images in the media. Today’s guest blogger is Garret Jenkins.
Fresh off the Golden Globe Awards…

IS THIS REALLY A GROUNDBREAKING PRODUCTION FOR DISNEY? OR IS IT A REINFORCEMENT OF CLOWN-MAKING , DILLUSION AND SELF-HATE?
Folks know that I pride myself on being a husband and father of two beautiful children, one of which happens to be a 7-year old princess named Morgan. She’s my first born, one out of two of my better half’s best pieces of creative work. We want her to be fearless, independent, forever educating herself, questioning that in which she feels is not right, and stating so loudly so she is heard and her presence is known. She’s a bright young lady, got that interrogator mind and mouth (gets it from her momma), and a level of confidence that puts me at ease often, for I feel she’s developing into her own and is listening to her inner drum and thus marches to her own beat. But at this age, she’s also very much into the social circle of the other 7-year old girls in her school. Often, the topic of conversation revolves around most things Disney related.
Whether Disney’s cable channel (i.e. Hanna Montana, Suite Life of Zak and Cody, Corey in the House), it’s radio station (Playlist: Every kid that they have on a show of theirs, they have a song in rotation on the station in addition to your Sean Kingston’s, Some American Idol runner-ups, etc.), and of course it’s movies (PIXAR’s productions in regards to the theater releases, viewing/purchase of DVD’s of the pre-PIXAR/Disney 2-D cell animated works). Ironically, not only have we as a family bared witness to the election of the first African-American President, but we are now about to do the same as per Disney’s first African-American character addition to its “Princess” line of animated works (it only took them 72 years since their unveiling of “Snow White” in 1937, but I’ll give them a 34 year pass due to segregation). Now while I’m happy that my daughter will finally have an actual character to identify with, one who resembles her the most (prior to today, the closest we had was Jasmine from “Alladin”), my feelings are but marked with a big-azz asterisk (see: *) like Barry Bond’s record setting home run. Regardless of the fact that Disney consulted with and included in their cast one of America’s most successful media titans of our time (who happens to be African-American) in Ms. Oprah Winfrey, as well a number of other veteran and new African-American acting talents providing their voices for the film’s characters (Keith David, Terrence Howard and Anika Noni Rose), the mark was missed the minute they decided to deviate from allowing their first EVER African-American themed animated film to depict black-on-black love, and decided that such was too narrow an appeal, probably wouldn’t generate enough box office receipts domestically and internationally, and decided to go Benetton with this love story! Meaning you ask? . . . . . Allow me to expound upon this.
Disclaimer: The following copy content will be expressed as I see fit, in a vernacular that I deem fit. My delivery may be crass at some points, eloquent at others. You may chuckle, you may grit, but these are my words, so get over it. Overall, said point will be made. Now . . . Let’s begin.

STEREOTYPES. . . . BE DAMNED!
Yes, this story could have taken place AFTER segregation. We can also get upset about Disney reinforcing stereotypes all we want. I read the criticisms/reviews in such pubs as the Village Voice (thanks for the link the other day, ST) and such. Yes, there is a firefly with a stronger Lou-weezy-anna accent and exaggerated pronunciation than the Lady-whose-bonafied-fried-chicken-you-loves from those Popeyes commercials. Even at her the height of her pissisity (due to Popeyes only chargin’ you $4.99 for her bonafied chicken), she’s still has nothing on this gabby-gums of a firefly’s speech patterns. Hey, guess what? There are folks of our race, down in New Orleans who probably did/do talk just like this. Thing is, we’re pissed when the “other man” puts a spot light on this, for we feel we’re only allowed to be depicted as such by mainstream media, and never in a more favorable light. Yes, this is true. However, some of our most successful critiques/comics have always presented themselves or their characters that play on said stereotypes, and we laugh and learn with them before we call them out for doing so. Richard Pryor had Mudd Bone, Chris Rock has his delivery and teefus, and let us not talk about Steve Harvey’s country azz delivery that is all day every day, syndicated radio on the daily! I’m not even going to harp on this fact, for it’s a fact. But again, we know what’s what, so don’t front. This shit is bigger than a firefly, so let us move on to what that is . . . . . . . . Read the rest of this entry »