Ketanji Brown Jackson’s Melanin Was The Hardest Sell Of This Millennia
Disclaimer: This is a celebration post!
I’m forever in awe of the progress being made in the African American community. They continue to overcome that 400-year head start most people have on them.
We’re living in the most extraordinary of times, and if we fail to appreciate this moment, we might miss it.
It’s not every day that we get a highly qualified, female, and Black individual being endorsed by everyone who matters to take a seat on our supreme court — this was indeed a first.
Her confirmation hearings were predictably brilliantly tragic, simply because the incredibly fragile male protestant landowners, who’d previously had the monopoly for consideration to any office of importance, decided to take center stage to balance barrel loads of arrogance, incapacity, and intellectual vacancy.
They made clear that the 400-year head-start they should have had on judge Ketanji Brown Jackson was not nearly long enough!
But this was not supposed to happen — at least not by the framers’ estimations. So we couldn’t properly adjudicate how the boys chose to suffer and externalize their dismay at the prospect of sitting female African American justice.
The African American woman has come a mighty long way.
The Black woman’s place in American Society
Film directors have labored for years to find a place to fit the Black woman in American society.
Their earliest attempt was to cast her as the mammy, played by Hatty McDaniel’s Character in Gone with the wind. She was a nurturing, friendly, and always smiling slave or servant who functioned to justify the mistreatment and subjugation of African Americans.
Their second attempt was to cast her as Jezebel. A sexually insatiable young woman who was animalistic in her desires, a trope that served to justify the sexual abuse of Black women during and after slavery.
Their third and final attempt was to cast her as the sapphire — popularly known as the angry…
