To Kelly, this history was just a bummer, ruining an innocent good time. “What is racist?” she asked. “When I was a kid, that was O.K. as long as you were dressing up as, like, a character.” (Sidebar: I’m a few years older than Megyn Kelly, and it wasn’t. It’s also very much beside the point in 2018.)
, New York Times
James Poniewozik must live in a bubble in an alternative universe. I read this opinion piece, and had a good chuckle at how older folks have some selective memories when it comes to how barbaric their own generation really was so they would sound credible to the younger sheltered Victorian flowers.
So let me set the record straight.
I am a couple of years younger than Megyn Kelly. I was a child of the 1980s, and I grew up in a diverse neighbourhood.
But to say that that white kids didn’t wear blackface back then is an out and out untruth.
I never did, and I would not have because it is disrespectful.
But when I was in the eighth grade, one of our assignments was to dress up as a historical figure, and then be in the role, first talking about your subject’s achievements, and then field questions from the teacher and students.
I picked Don Johnson.
Don’t ask, but Miami Vice was all the rage, and that was my first foray into cross-dressing.
Then there were two white boys who did theirs together on Stevie Wonder and coincidentally enough, Diana Ross.
In the 1980s, in Canada in a diverse neighbourhood.
Yes, it was wrong in so many ways, but let us not pretend this wasn’t a thing back then. It was.
It was wrong, and I, as others have noted, “appeal to tradition” doesn’t make it right. Kelly, being a lawyer, is trained in logic and she should have known better.
But when I hear people in older generations say that never was a thing back in their day, I just shake my head.
Yes, it was.
It still goes on.
It won’t stop if we pretend that this isn’t a current problem that happened often in the past.
So, as usual, the Times presents a distorted version of reality, sweeping truths under their rug for the sake of a narrative that has nothing to do with reality…