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I keep wanting to say something about what happens when single black mothers upset the Welfare Queen narrative, & what it means that Gabby’s father was married to her mother (twice) & is in fact on active duty right now & why her being a success with dark skin & poverty is fucking up NBC’s whole reality. But I have a feeling that if I start I might not ever stop. Because this is really about punishing her & her family for existing outside that narrative. This what happens when you don’t fit the stereotypes & you don’t have a white savior in your story & yet you succeed. They can barely accept the idea that we survive. This idea of us thriving, of parental love & sacrifice & a family that is healthy & happy & loving even if it is different? They don’t know what to do with that at all.
Gabby’s smiling & sweet & funny. Her hair isn’t done & sure there were some critiques of that hair, but even still black people showed up & showed out when whiteness tried to come for her joy. We’re scaring them. She’s scaring them. That’s what they’re not trying to admit even as the dehumanizing & demeaning patter continues. See, America has controlled the message about black women for so long, & now not only do we speak for ourselves in public, other people are stepping up to speak with us. Turns out some part of the revolution is being televised. And tweeted. And Tumbled. That’s what makes this all so fucking scary to them. We are own signals & there are too many of us in too many places to be silenced.