Oh. My. God.
apdt: I know i aint to ghetto!
faith evans - you gets no love
The Help is billed as inspirational, charming and heart warming. That’s true if your heart is warmed by narrow, condescending, mostly racist depictions of black people in 1960s Mississippi, overly sympathetic depictions of the white women who employed the help, the excessive, inaccurate use of dialect, and the glaring omissions with regards to the stirring Civil Rights Movement in which, as Martha Southgate points out, in Entertainment Weekly, “…white people were the help,” and where “the architects, visionaries, prime movers, and most of the on-the-ground laborers of the civil rights movement were African-American.” The Help, I have decided, is science fiction, creating an alternate universe to the one we live in.
I think I will always remember the summer of 2011 as the summer I tried not to lose my shit around old, white women talking about The Help.
I do not even want to get started on how I feel when I hear someone say “oh The Help was really good!”
True I have not seen it, but the preview is so condescending and disgusting I cannot even bear the thought of viewing such revisionist, “white burden” bullshit
