Shorter America's Best Critic: Race and neurosis
RVCBard, you think you're not worthy? Well, you're not! Aren't you glad I told you? Now STFU!
Slightly (and much more rage-filled) longer:
Hey, jerk-off. Fuck you. No, really, fuck you. I'm so glad for you that somehow, in spite of this, this, this, this, this, and this, you have never once entertained the idea that a lot of straight people think you're worthless to society. Aren't you just a superior human being. And I'm so glad that you broke your own goddamn arm patting yourself on the back for all you've done for us whiny shiftless negroes in your infinite and unending warmth and grace. I shure am real sorry that we just keep on yappin' and a-whinin' and muckin' up your pretty, pretty mind with our desire for actual equality, actual respect and fair goddamn treatment. Sorry to trying to take them seats up near the front of the bus. We should be glad to be on the damn bus.
RVCBard is trying to do her thing, do her part to make the world a better place, to do better work. Sometimes that starts with a small group of people. A group that, if instead of sneering, you'd read about is focused on producing. Which sounds a lot like the seed of a theatre company. So...does that pass your muster, Mr. Thomas, suh? Can she go ahead now, suh? Much obliged.
Now, I know, you're going to come back and say I'm calling you a racist and that using "slave dialect" is offensive and you're not acting like the massuh. How dare I slander you like that?!? Dude, look at her post. Read this one. See the bit there about condescension? She's talking about you. That's what you're doing. That's what people who have power do to people who don't. It's also called bullying.
You, my good friend, are the walking, talking embodiment of white privilege. Honestly, if it was possible in the laws of physics, I shouldn't have written my piece; I should have just linked to yours and said, "Everything you read here? This is why black artists get screwed." I'd almost think that RVCBard made you up, just to prove her point.
I know you saw a play about a black person written by a black person the other day, but how exactly does that translate into "real power" becoming "accessible" to Blacks (and double super-fuck-you for looking down your nose at whatever RVCBard wants to call herself)? Did a black person program it? Did a black person select it? Was it produced at one of our many, many large, well-funded and nationally recognized black theatres? Or at one of the large, well-funded, institutions led by a black artistic director? No? Really? You don't say. And, gee, I wonder if it has anything to do with Black History Month, the shortest fucking month of the year, since you didn't see it in April or May or September? But, you know, the president's black so we make decisions now. I saw that shit in a trailer, so it must be true.
Asshole, I go after you and tangle with you and mock the shit out of you because it's fun, because you're so often wrongheaded, mean-spirited and full of shit, but mostly, mostly, because, you, sir, are the motherfucking inside voice of the establishment. You, sir, are the quiet little voice inside of other critics' heads that says "Good niggers sit quietly and don't make waves...or even better, just go off with their own kind. It's just better that way." You are America's most honest, most perfect, most true critic. Adding nothing to the work, nothing to the discourse, nothing to anything at all, but your own rancid, blinkered, self-satisfied opinions. Your all-encompassing love for the "canon" isn't smart or interesting or even perceptive. It's boring and weak and cowardly. Yeah, cowardly. You want to sneer at people who choose to go anonymous, but you're the real coward. So scared of anything you haven't been told is good that you shit on it out of reflex.
Did I mention fuck you? Because, if I didn't, hey, pal, fuck you.