Thursday, May 23, 2013

White Father Accused by Walmart of Kidnapping His Bi-Racial Kids

When I came across the following story about a bi-racial family accused of kidnapping their own kids, it really struck home with me. 

DC Breaking Local News Weather Sports FOX 5 WTTG

Apparently, Joseph went to Walmart to cash a check and when he arrived home with his three daughters, he found the cops waiting for him.  It seems that the police had been alerted by Walmart because Joseph and his daughters, "just didn't fit."
"He asks us very sincerely, ‘Hey, I was sent here by Walmart security. I just need to make sure that the children that you have are your own,’” Joseph says.

"I was dumbfounded," says Keana. "I sat there for a minute and I thought, ‘Did he just ask us if these were our kids knowing what we went through to have our children?’

"He took my ID and asked my 4-year-old to point out who her mother and father were."

Joseph says the officer told them a Walmart security guard reported seeing him in the parking lot with the girls and thought it was strange.

Soon after the officer left, Keana called Walmart demanding an explanation. She says after asking to speak with a manager, she was transferred to a Walmart security officer who denied raising the alarm. The officer said it was a customer that came forward.

Keana says she was told, "Well, the customer was concerned because they saw the children with your husband and he didn't think that they fit. And I said, ‘What do you mean by they don't fit?’ And I was trying to get her to say it. And she says, ‘Well, they just don't match up.’” (source)

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Special K, The Fat Shaming Cereal

I'll be honest, even if I liked the taste of Special K, I would never spend a dime of money to purchase it because of the continual fat shaming focus of its commercials.  Sure, they have a few ads with plus sized women but largely, Special K, sells the idea that if you eat their cereal, you can attain or retain a slim physique.  The following ad is appearing in Canada but with a different person doing the voice over.

transcript below the fold

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

All marginalised people are practiced at biting our tongues

This is a guest post from Sparky, of Spark in Darkness.  Many of you are  familiar with him from Livejournal, as well as from his insightful and often hilarious commentary here. Each Tuesday, Womanist Musings will be featuring a post from Sparky. 
Senior Partner #1 likes me to be “discreet”  about my sexuality and in a million ways tries to poke me back into the closet as much as I can. Usually I bite my tongue

Senior Partner #2 loves having a gay lawyer and will use me for bonus novelty points whenever she thinks it will earn some prizes; she treats me as a toy. Usually I bite my tongue

I have a colleague who makes life very difficult because we have been instructed to “avoid each other” because he can’t keep a civil tongue in his head. I’ve nearly bit my tongue through on that one.

I bite my tongue because arguing with one’s bosses is something to be done sparingly and they both do things I won’t bite my tongue about, so I have to stock up my Awkward Conversation points. I bite my tongue because the firm already believes they are being tolerant by hiring me. I bite my tongue because I don’t want to be considered awkward. I bite my tongue because this is far from the best time to job hunt – and I know there’s no guarantee any other job I get will be better

One of my neighbours can’t formulate a sentence without a slur. I bite my tongue

One of my neighbours’ child needs his mouth washed out with bleach. I bite my tongue

One of my neighbours thinks they’re wonderfully sweet when they comment on how we’re almost like a “real couple”. We get some variation of the same patronising bullshit every week. I bite my tongue.

I bite my tongue because I’ve already riled up one neighbour enough to leave snide little menacing notes on my home and car (for over a year now – they’re starting to repeat themselves. I ask you, is it that hard to keep the hate fresh? At least show some originality). My car has been scratched, a lot. I don’t feel safe enough to risk alienating more neighbours.

One of my friends is married to a very noisy bigot. She won’t keep her mouth shut, they’re a really awful person. I try to avoid her – but that inevitably means I avoid my friend and when we do meet, when I complain he gets a long argument (and then complains). Inevitably, I end up biting my tongue

One of my friends has a hanger on even she knows is offensive as hell, but she’s desperate not to upset her.  Whenever her friend puts her foot in her mouth, she silently pleads with me not to say anything. I bite my tongue.

One of my acquaintances needs to do a lot of editing to their internal monologue and it keeps slipping out. But when I point out what they’ve said, they can spend in excess of 3 hours on dramatic apologies and reciting all the wonderful things they do and attitudes they have. Most of the time, I bite my tongue.

I bite my tongue because my friends are caught in awkward situations. I bite my tongue because I don’t want to drop them in it. I bite my tongue because I don’t want my social time to descend into an argument. I bite my tongue because I know I will just be embroiled in more cluelessness or bigotry I have no energy or inclination to battle through.

I don’t spend much time with my family now because of the amount of times I have to bite my tongue. Failing to bite my tongue just raises vast numbers of relatives against me, all of whom aren’t homophobic, but… I bite my tongue and avoid them.

All marginalised people are practiced at biting our tongues. There are many many reasons why we do – because we know we’ll be the one who suffers for speaking, because we’re tired, because we’re sad, because we just don’t want to do this again. But remember: