NEW BLACK PARADIGM

New Black Paradigm

New Black Paradigm

Introduction

Black history month is almost upon us, and it currently feels like it weighs a ton. I've not ever solely embraced the idea of relegating the observance to February - as every black comic has sharp out, it's the shortest month of the year - because it habitually feels less like a tribute than more segregation, a perennial alternate for lastingly integrating very dark annals into the bigger American narrative set forward in textbooks, every day papers and such. But the last ten years of very dark annals has been so dubious, so double-edged and so increasingly alien to what I've habitually considered of as racial and social progress, I'd nearly be eager to skip the entire thing in '05. And I'd overtake for one cause in particular: Condoleezza Rice (Horgan, 1991).

Discussion and Analysis

For years now, my anger for Rice has been simmering. With her tight smirk, serpentine look and hopelessly immutable hairdo, she's been Bush's very dark doppelganger to a tee, albeit better-spoken. Initially, I considered she was advancement on the public-image front, perhaps - different her boss; she didn't holiday resort to church-spun homilies, crass emotionalism or awful syntax to make a point. But absolutely I'd wanted that under the starch there was some bit of sistah empathy, some significant attachment to a Southern upbringing of flaming crosses and firm segregation that virtually all of us over 40 share but can't inevitably display, particularly in politics. I had less and less belief as time went on that Rice harbored such a attachment, but I kept wish living anyhow (Horgan, 1991).

I have finally gotten wise. Rice's latest, shockingly so straightforward ascension to secretary of state has tilted my long simmer into a boil. I now seem free to call her what she is, a ...