some thoughts on rangeela.

damn, i was hoping rangeela would fall at a time when i was present on campus, because i wanted to write to chimes talking about what a farse rangeela is, how it shares many qualities with the efforts at the earlier parts of last century to parade africans around in cages on show in major cities like new york. they did do that, right? i´ve heard tell.

in any case, it belittles Other cultures and the otherness of other cultures to a spectacle, instantaneously de-complexifying them and classifying them all together because of their otherness, which doesn´t make any since does it?, as a nice show for the white man to watch. a nice parade for me to watch of everything i´m not. they should have some sort of display of dutch culture, west michigan dutch culture though, or better yet the culture of my friends who get piss face drunk and chain smoke and stroke their dicks and sit around. you guys still do all that shit, right?

i´d like to be in rangeela myself, painted black with big red lips. could you see it? i´d do a little minstrel dance for the president byker himself, yes massuh!