Friday, February 20, 2009

RACIST CARTOONS - (Click on photo to enlarge)





There has been some discussion recently on the topic as to whether black history month is really necessary anymore now that we have a black president. Into this debate blunders the New York Post. Yesterday, the day after President Obama signed the stimulus bill, the paper ran a cartoon depicting the bill's author as a dead monkey, full of bullet holes and covered in blood after being shot by police. “They’ll have to find someone else to write the next stimulus bill,” says one of the cops. On the previous page of the paper was a photo of President Obama signing the stimulus package. It is reported that threats against the President’s life have been on the increase in recent days.

A firestorm of criticism did not dissuade the editor of the Rupert Murdoch owned Post from claiming that the cartoon has no racial undertones, that it's not about Obama, and that it was simply referencing an incident earlier this week when police shot a pet chimpanzee. Moreover the editor claimed that he was unaware that blacks had ever been portrayed as apes.

I find it astonishing that the editors of the New York Post would claim ignorance of the long and disgraceful history of cartoons both depicting and insinuating that all those who are not “white” are more closely related to apes than human beings. This practice may have begun as a convenient, if ignorant, misreading Darwin’s Origin of the Species, but the idea was quickly embraced by white supremacists and planters in the South to justify slavery. (Animals and beasts of burden do not require the rights of human beings.) Confederate cartoonist Adalbert Volck used simian features to depict not only blacks but political figures who favored emancipation. Abraham Lincoln was repeatedly drawn with pronounced simian features, and was frequently described by his detractors as “The Original Baboon.” (See Cartoon)

The recent New York Post cartoon, which bluntly asserts that the stimulus package must have been conceived by an ape is therefore doubly offensive given President Obama’s pronounced admiration for Lincoln. The claim that no racist aspersions were being directed at President Obama by asserting that the stimulus package had it’s origin in the mind of a gorilla does not bare scrutiny. The cartoon is a throwback to the worst kind of racism.

Through the 19th century it was common practice to portray anyone who was not white as Ape-like. Not only blacks, but Irish, Chinese and Jews were often categorized as subspecies of human beings inferior to Arians and White Ango-Saxons – as the cartoons amply demonstrate.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Rum by Gum

News item: The State Legislature is in session and Governor Huntsman has proposed that the State of Utah do away with its Private Club Law. Senate President Michael Waddoups, Republican from Taylorsville and Sen. John Valentine of Orem have responded with a law that would eliminate private club memberships and replace them with drivers license scanners in every tavern, bar and restaurant in the state. The data collected would be fed into a central law enforcement data bank: The Senators explained the notion behind the new system:

“If a restaurant is serving alcohol, a person would have to show ID when ordering alcohol. That way if the restaurant patron later went to a bar, the bar tender would know how much the patron had already drank.” Sen. Valentine

“We need to know who is going into these establishments and how much they are drinking… The system would also be most helpful in facilitating DUI arrests.”
Sen. Mike Waddoups.

Senator Waddoups is also proposing amendments to State Liquor laws requiring that restaurants store alcohol and prepare drinks behind blinds in secure areas away from patrons so that “impressionable children” could not see the drinks and be influenced or tempted by their allure.

RUM by GUM
The Anthem of the Utah State Liquor Control Commission (AKA DABC)
Lyrics by G.M. McDonough

Oh we’re coming, we’re coming, the righteous and true
We have an agenda that we will push through
With laws most Orwelian, oppressive and odd,
Abusive, intrusive and ordained by god,

Chorus
Away! away with rum by gum
Rum by gum, rum by gum
Away! away, with rum by gum,
The song of the Liquor Commission.

Oh you don’t have to drink to sell gin, rum or rye,
Just remember your marketing class from the “Y”
It’s really quite simple for everyone knows,
It all tastes the same when you’re holding your nose.

Chorus
Away! away with rum by gum
Rum by gum, rum by gum
Away! away, with rum by gum,
The song of the Liquor Commission.

We put little labels on all that we sell.
To warn that the contents will not do you well
Don’t laugh at these warnings, or think it’s just guff,
We know that it’s poison we ordered the stuff!

Chorus
Away! away with rum by gum…etc.

We’ll put paper bracelets on all who drink beer
At ball games and concerts so we needn’t fear,
That innocent children outside the turnstiles
Will fail to recognize who are Gentiles.

Chorus
Away! away with rum by gum… etc.

We’ll have guards at the gates to check all your IDs
And if you’re Hispanic, you’d better say: ”Please”
No license no liquor - its righteous we think
That illegal aliens should never drink!

Chorus
Away! away with rum by gum… etc.

Oh our stores are not cluttered with slow selling wine
That cost you a fortune, and tastes so divine.
It’s the alky, the wino we’re trying to please,
If we could just do it, we’d only sell squeeze!

Chorus
Away! away with rum by gum… etc.

We have plenty of agents and all under age
Who help us bust clubs and the St. Pats Parade
Don’t say it’s entrapment or some kind of Joke,
Just look at what happened to Brophy’s Dead Goat!

Chorus
Away! away with rum by gum… etc.

Oh we’re coming we’re coming our brave little corps
To keep our state worthy and wholesome, and pure,
Jon Huntsman appoints us to serve ‘til the end,
As long as we maintain our “T” Recommend”

Chorus
Away! away with rum by gum…etc.

So tourist before you set foot in our state
Take heed that we’ll track every move that you make
The places you enter, and how much you drink
What faith you belong to… the thoughts that you think.

Away! away with rum by gum
Rum by gum, rum by gum
Away! away, with rum by gum,
The song of the Liquor Commission.