Hey y’all, I managed to get through airport security without
having TSA demand to search my Afro for whateverthefuck…
…and the fact that I took note of not having someone treat
my hair like some exotic contraption in need of thorough public inspection got
this bitch thinking.
Let’s jump right on in, shall we?
Last Monday my sister began a trip that was supposed to end
in Boston. At the airport she
encountered a TSA agent who told her that they were going to have to inspect
Pause…allow the incredible affront of that shit to
Since my sister was traveling for business, she went to that
calm detached place women of color know all too well…and endured a rubber glove
wearing TSA agent searching through her Afro as if black women’s natural hair
is some unmarked package left sitting unattended for over 15 minutes in the
I found out about the Afro search via text, and I
immediately felt concern over the humiliation, anger, and frustration my sister
had just endured.
I also thought about a recent flight where a group of blue
haired white women of a certain age went through security before me. I remember them because they had huge
hair…1980’s soap opera hair…hair teased to within an inch of its life and then
sprayed as if hairspray is life support in a can.
At the time, I thought their hair looked like cotton
candy…and I enjoyed seeing them in their big hair clique as they teased and
talked loud and easily moved through the security check.
But now…after hearing about my sister’s treatment at the
airport…I couldn’t stop wondering why the hell those women didn’t have some TSA
agent dig into their hair.
Hell, you could have hidden a small child in that shit!
I checked in on my sister but then became distracted by
breaking news on Twitter.
There had been an explosion in Boston…and then another.
My sister was en route to Boston, so I quickly sent her word
of the breaking news and asked her to check with security in Chicago. And it didn’t escape me that I was
asking my sister to reach out to airport security as a resource less than an
hour after they treated her like a freak.
C-Money’s flight was cancelled and she returned home to
decompress from a tense day of travel coupled with knowing that some sort of
terrorist incident was going down in a city we both called home during our
It’s hard to see a place I spent years enjoying and
exploring deal with violent death, bombs, and an armed lock down…just as it is
hard to imagine the heartache of those who lost someone dear or the pain for
those who struggle to recover.
I can’t even comprehend what it would be like to have my
face and name go viral for some shit I didn’t do.
Now, tis true that having some asshole at airport security
indulge in a public display of racial intolerance is a far cry from having
major newspapers and a gaggle of wanna-be online investigators erroneously
convict you via article and post of a horrific act of violence.
But I can’t help but think that these things feed into each
other. The notion that people of
color are fair game for false accusations and humiliating scrutiny…the commonly
held belief that all that this is okay and we shouldn’t complain if we didn’t
do anything wrong…the big fucking lie that an apology washes it all away.
Several people were physically assaulted after the
bombings…many others were threatened and taunted.
I guess I should be glad that my sister wasn’t held under
suspicion of flying to Boston while black…just like I’m pretty sure I’m
expected to feel relief because I made it through security at the same damned
airport without having someone demand a public fingering of my Afro. Are they just inconsistent or does my sister have a more militant 'fro?
Anyhoo, I’m stuck on angry disgusted that folk are physically
inspecting black women’s hair or patching together bullshit to accuse innocent
people of color of shit they didn’t do…while other briefly inspected folk are
putting together motherfucking bombs.
As I explained in a post months ago (wince), my brother went
through a patch of misery that I can’t go into any detail about. Suffice it to say that his misery was
my misery…and when he emerged from it, I then found myself dealing with my own
patch of post-misery misery.
Add to that an extended stretch of work-based overwhelmification, and…well, lets
just say that this bitch’s Afro was wilting.
Shit, my Afro is still wilting!
Many of you know that I’m co-guardian of my older autistic
brother. I’ve written about the
challenges of guardianship and how taxing they can be…they are often as taxing
as being a sibling is empowering…and for the last several months, trying to balance the
two was all I could do.
But of course that’s not all I had to do…cause life doesn’t
pause when a body is going through a ton of emotionally challenging shit.
Anyhoo, I thank y'all for your encouragement and support.
Trust that a bitch hasn’t retired or fallen off a cliff…or
been in jail (thanks to a certain Trinity from Nashville for offering bail
money if that was the case!)
This thing called life sure as shit is a wild ride!
Oh, and bitchitude is back. Look for posts beginning tomorrow…
I’m not a fan of car racing. I grew up with plenty of it on the television, though. My father was a car person…the type who
unwinds on the weekend by tinkering with a car for hours. He used to watch the big races…and it felt
like they took forever, eating into prime mindless weekend television in my
I’ll also confess that I don’t know a lot about Danica
Patrick…other than the fact that she drives fast, makes really bad Go Daddy
ads, and is one of the few women racing cars for a living.
Anyhoo, you don’t have to be a fan of car racing or Danica
Patrick to appreciate the history made over the weekend at Daytona.
On one hand, I was dismayed to see our dirty laundry
(mainly, the fact that the Republican majority in the Missouri General Assembly
has less home-training than a gang of feral cats) aired out as content for
people who enjoy feeling that the middle of the nation is an absolute hot mess.
But on the other hand…I’m kind of glad that Rep. Leara gave
me the opportunity to go off on the epidemic of hypocrisy rampaging under the
dome in Jefferson City.
Rep. Learafiled a bill that would make it a class D felony
for any member of the General Assembly to propose legislation that restricts
the right of an individual to bear arms, as set forth under the second
amendment of the Constitution of the United States.
Rep. Leara then took to the press to acknowledge that this
bill is absolute bullshit filed to make the point that he’s not going to stand
for anyone trying to take away Missourians Constitutional rights.
But Leara is full of it.
He and his Republican colleagues are members of an army
waging relentless war on women’s Constitutional rights, with a freakish glee and dedication.
They've even gone so far as
to say the reason they feel validated to restrict women’s Constitutional rights
is…wait for it…to protect people.
Pause…allow to marinate…continue.
Tis like a policy-based math equation.
Constitutional right - protection of people = restrictable as hell
I happen to disagree with Rep. Leara’s definition of
“people” and most of what comes out of his mouth…but I also think the best way
to back fools like Leara off of is to hold them accountable for their inconsistent
application of their own logic.
Rep. Leara just filed a bill containing felony penalties
should any legislator attempt to legislate restrictions on Missourian’s second
Now’s the time to ask Rep. Leara and the rest of the
conservative gaggle to stand up for the Constitutional rights of Missouri women
to have UNRESTRICTED access to the full range of reproductive healthcare.
Oh, I already know that Rep. Leara will fail to file a bill applying felony penalties to lawmakers who fail to respect privacy rights.
His kind is incapable of understanding how his over-the-top defense of one amendment to the Constitution shines a glaring light on his nonexistent defense of the rest of the law of the land.
If you get lost on the way to the Jefferson City, a swarm of flies and the smell of fresh bullshit will guide your way...