Kerry Washington (Full interview via The Advocate)
Kerry Washington (Full interview via The Advocate)
I’m so excited to share the next episode of our Doctor Who/Torchwood webseries ‘Legacy’! If you’re in the Philadelphia area, please join me and several members of our cast & crew at the Greater Philadelphia Doctor Who Fan Film Festival! It will be this Saturday, December 14th, from 1:30-5:30 pm. As well as the opportunity to view & discuss many excellent Doctor Who related fan films including Legacy, there will be a Doctor Who costume contest, trivia games with donated prizes you can win and more! Come out & cosplay in your Whovian best :)
Tickets are $16 online or $20 at the door. All profits from the event will be donated to benefit the Children of St. Jude’s Children Research Hospital. Join us for a great festival & celebrate Doctor Who with your fellow fans for a wonderful cause :)
In 2007, I was a 17 year old boy in high school who at first impression could be profiled as a criminal. I wore baggy clothing, had a foul mouth, and I fit the physical profile of guys who commit crimes every day. A lot like Trayvon.
After Trayvon’s death, white supremacist, Klanklannon, hacked into Trayvon’s email to try and find more pictures of him with gold teeth and smoke, things that would “justify” killing him as he made his way back to his family unarmed.
But what he found was college scholarship applications. Yes, Trayvon Martin had hopes of going to college to study aeronautics. He was also taking honors courses in high school. Even though Trayvon and I are a lot alike, that’s where we differ. He was actually achieving more than I did and had much bigger dreams as a junior in high school.
Another way we differ, is in the opportunity to live out our potential. I’m sure a neighborhood watchman wouldn’t have picked me to obtain a degree 5 years later, start a non-profit, write a book, and go on to reach thousands every day. And he didn’t pick Trayvon either, so sadly we’ll never know what his story could’ve been.
All of this to say, even if you don’t consider yourself racist, be careful of the stereotypes you draw based on looks. Everyone isn’t what they seem, but everyone deserves a chance to prove that.
- Derrick Jaxn
Killing it at game night (yep won all these lol) #tabletop #CardsAgainstHumanity
When Joanne Wilson stepped out to enjoy a balmy summer afternoon with her niece in 1956, she stepped into history. The two stood in front of a movie theater in downtown Mobile, Ala., dressed in their Sunday best. But the neon sign that loomed overhead — “Colored Entrance” — cast a despairing shadow.
“I wasn’t going in,” Mrs. Wilson recalled. “I didn’t want to take my niece through the back entrance. She smelled popcorn and wanted some. All I could think was where I could go to get her popcorn.”
That moment was captured by Gordon Parks, who was working on a Life photo essay that documented everyday life among an extended African-American family in the rural South. Although it was not among the final selections published in September 1956 as “The Restraints: Open and Hidden,” the photograph of Mrs. Wilson and her niece, Shirley Diane Kirksey, is among the most compelling of the project.
We usually associate civil rights photography with dramatic scenes of historic events. But this image helps us to understand that the battle for racial equality and justice was waged not just through epic demonstrations, speeches and conflagrations, but also through the quiet actions of individuals.
More than half a century later, the Gordon Parks Foundation honored Mrs. Wilson with a gift of that color print during its celebrity-filled annual awards dinner at the Plaza Hotel in New York City. Speaking in a lilting but strong voice, Mrs. Wilson recounted on Tuesday night what it was like to encounter and work with Mr. Parks — how comfortable he made her feel and her need to teach him, the Northerner, “the things we could do and the things we could not do” under the watchful eyes of segregationists.
White supremacists understood the power of the camera to expose their violent prejudices and turn the nation against them. As Mr. Parks recalled later, the risk of retaliation for participating in the Life story was great, both for the photographer and for his subjects. But neither he nor Mrs. Wilson would be intimidated.
Gordon Parks, courtesy of the Gordon Parks Foundation
A black classroom in Shady Grove, Ala., 1956.
“My family saw the photo essay as an opportunity to advance the cause of civil rights,” said Michael Wilson, Mrs. Wilson’s son and the family historian. “These pictures were going to be published in a national magazine. People across the country would clearly see the problem. They could see our plight. Maybe then we could get help.”
Despite the poverty and racial enmity all around her, Mrs. Wilson endeavored to make life for her family as normal as possible. In 1956, she married Troy Wilson, a longshoreman. They had two children. After receiving her college degree, she taught American government and economics for 36 years at Mattie T. Blount High School, which served a predominantly black and low-income community in Prichard, Ala.
Like her father, Albert Thornton Sr., she believed in the power of education to uplift African-Americans and prepare them to overcome racism and segregation. Each year, she organized a bake sale to finance a trip to Atlanta for her female students and introduce them to the city’s historically black colleges.
Mrs. Wilson, who was not featured in the final photo essay, survived its publication relatively unscathed. Her sister and brother in-law, Allie Lee Causey and Willie Causey, were less fortunate. Mrs. Causey, a teacher in a ramshackle one-room schoolhouse in Shady Grove, Ala., was quoted in the piece as advocating integration as “the only way through which Negroes will receive justice.” One of the most outspoken members of the Thornton family, she helped to organize voter drives and teach community members the Bill of Rights, the recital of which from memory was a prerequisite for African-Americans to vote in many Southern states.
As Life later reported, Mrs. Causey’s candor and activism infuriated white supremacists, who taunted the couple about their participation in the photo essay. Service stations refused to sell gas to Mr. Causey, a woodcutter and farmer. He was soon accused of owing money on his truck, which was seized by alleged creditors. Without it, he was unable to work. Two weeks after the photo essay was published, Mrs. Causey was fired from her teaching job. Unable to make a living and fearing for their safety, the couple moved out of Alabama.
Mrs. Causey, who died in 2006, never taught again.
Despite these setbacks, the family had no misgivings about appearing in the piece. “Everyone was very impressed with the article,” Mr. Wilson said. “They felt that they had made a friend. Gordon had become part of the family.” After the essay was published, Mr. Parks would periodically check in with Mrs. Wilson’s parents.
Mrs. Wilson’s only quibble with the photograph of her and her niece was that Mr. Parks did not tell her the strap of her slip had fallen. “I always wanted to look neat and nice,” she said. “I did not want to be mistaken for a servant. Dressing well made me feel first class. I wanted to set an example.”
But Mr. Parks may have had a reason for the oversight: a desire to stress the human side of an image that, in its refinement and flair, could at first be mistaken for one of his fashion photographs. In this context, Mrs. Wilson was not just challenging racism and stereotypes through meticulous self-presentation. She was also going about her daily life, like millions of women, black and white — tending to the needs of an energetic young child, but in a hostile environment.
The price she paid for meeting this responsibility, as anyone who has cared for a child knows, was the distraction that made her overlook the fallen strap. Yet, it is this poignant detail that helps us to identify with her. And it is this appeal to empathy, a central goal of Mr. Parks’s civil rights work, that helped him to challenge racism’s abiding myth: that we are fundamentally different.
The decision of the Gordon Parks Foundation to honor Mrs. Wilson challenges another misconception: that history is principally the domain of the famous and powerful. As the Life photo essay shows, history is also made through the daily, unheralded acts of ordinary people. What we see in Mr. Parks’s image is a determined and self-possessed woman, challenging stereotypes and fortifying herself against the poisonous tide of oppression that threatened to engulf her and her family.
Mrs. Wilson’s humanity was under assault, and she chose, in her own way, to fight back. Fifty-seven years later, that moment is potent proof that even the smallest gesture, seen through the right eyes, can change the world.
Mine is Hawkeye. I’m dead, unless I can convince him to recruit me to SHIELD.
LOL, Same here. And he has an arrow aimed RIGHT at me, from what looks like about 10 feet away.
ha. haha. I have Clint and Coulson. I’m doomed. DOOMED.
Coulson and Fury…
It’s been nice knowing you guys.
Mine is Commander Shepard. I’m going to plead for my life & promise never to be seen again, she might let me live
You know, the ones who want people of color to shut up & stop demanding representation. To stop pointing out incidents of white washing, to cease actively resisting our cultural erasure, to stop ‘making everything a race issue.’
Because clearly from a white point of view, nothing has to be a race issue. White people already have all the representation they could ever want, and the crumbs from the table should be enough to satisfy the ‘others’.
Because the default human being is a white person, and every time there is a protagonist with a positive portrayal who is also a person of color, it is to be a victory shared by every person of color. You don’t have the right to want a princess or heroine from your own ethnic background-there are a few non white ones so just take refuge in that.
The angry white people are upset because we have made them feel as though they aren’t allowed to have an opinion. Just because they don’t agree that there is a racial aspect to every casting, they’re not racist. It’s not racist to want to silence the complaints of people of color. It’s just white people enjoying their privilege over us. It’s a luxury that we will never know.
It’s easy to say to a person of color who wants more positive representation should ‘stop whining on the internet about it’ and ‘go be a director or producer or something’. That is an acknowledgement of white privilege.
If a white person wants to see a positive portrayal of a white protagonist, they simply have to turn the page or look at nearly any show or movie. If a person of color wants the same, we must devote our lives & careers to that goal. We have to work ten times as hard as a white person in order to get the same thing they get simply by being white.
This is not news to us. We already know this. But many white people are tired of hearing about it and especially tired of being told that their opinions on the subject are meaningless, that they have no place talking about it. They don’t enjoy being silenced and being made to feel irrelevant.
We don’t like it either, and it happens to us extremely frequently. That is at the root of the problem. Why don’t we stop trying to silence each other and just LISTEN.
What is it about people of color wanting positive representation that upsets you so much? You say you are not racist, so how does it harm you if someone wants to put an end to whitewashing? How does my silence benefit you? I don’t think your silence benefits me.
Don’t bury your feelings of resentment and irritation. Share them if you have them. Let everyone around you know the true contents of your mind and the depth of your feelings on the subject. I want to know what you really think. Everyone should know where their friends stand.
And this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg.