I can almost hear my deceased husband’s voice saying to me as Flo said to the bird in the Progressive Insurance commercial as the bird is seriously thinking of crapping on a car:
“Don’t you do it.”
His words would be: “Alma, don’t say it. Shut up. Just be quiet.”
But he know me. He knows I’m just like that bird. I’m going to do it or say it anyway and damn the consequences.
Recently, I read two supposedly tributes to women who worked for two separate families basically until they were too old to perform the jobs. In my opinion, it was a retelling of “The Help”.
I don’t think they were called domestic employees back then because the person did everything for that household from cooking breakfast, dinner, supper, cleaning the house, laundry, to taking care of the children. And most didn’t live in that household. So, to have breakfast ready by six in the morning meant they had to leave home very early.
I was left wondering how was it a tribute which is an act, a statement, or gift of words that is intended to show gratitude, respect, or admiration when the entire books were about how hard these women worked and how they made ‘you’ feel happy, safe and how much you loved their cooking.
I need someone to help me wrap my mind around this one. Because I’m not getting it. Unusually, I’m a very understanding person. Perhaps someone can help me to understand how was that tribute? When it was all about me, me, me, my family, my mother, my father, my sister, my brothers, my cousins, my grandparents, our house, my house, me, me, my life, me, my husband, me. How in the hell is your mere existing a tribute to someone else’s life?
Never once was there a mention of their showing their appreciation with a kind word or a gift. It was all about the two authors and their families. Their wants, desires, and depression and whatever the devil else they were talking about. Did these people even realized these women sometimes put in as much 12-15 hours per day???
But in the end these employers knew so little about these women lives who worked for them that the authors visited them as adults to so called learn more about them but the visit wasn’t about the former employee. Still everything was about them, them, them, and how they felt. I would have told you to get the hell outta my face. I would’ve said it before I could stop myself.
No one on God’s green earth could possible be so utterly ignorant to not know that wasn’t a tribute. They couldn’t possible have not known those were insults. It would have been better had they simply kept those words to themselves.
Normally, I say to each their own when I’m asked to review a book or article. But people need to take the time to educate themselves on what is racist and insulting and what is not. I know perhaps some are going to unsubscribe but I can’t live a life not standing up for anything.
I believe like Alexander Hamilton said, “Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.”