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solarprominence · 2 years

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ok my brain has been mulling this over for YEARS but i'll never write it simply because i don't think i'm the right person to, since it's deeply racially charged, but you know how greek plays have been translated by white cishet male scholars for years, and now we're getting versions of greek plays that are totally different and shown in a new light by diverse modern scholars? and you know how the lord of the rings is diegetically written by this translator by the name of tolkien who translated it from its original westron?

well i've been thinking a lot about the orcs. they've been written as a clear-cut, morally evil race with all sorts of negative value statements put on them and lots of subtle (or not subtle) racist features. what if another author besides the diegetic tolkien, some modern elvish scholar, translated the story, or added notes from their own historical studies on orcs, and found that the translator was deeply biased against orcs, and in fact even says many things that aren't true about them as a race? they're implied to be naturally violent, ugly, destructive, unhygienic, non-empathetic, and have no apparent appreciation for art, music, or craft of any kind. but this conflicts with the archaeological research that's been finding artifacts from orcish homesteads across the anduin, in the brown lands and mordor; beautifully crafted pottery and weaving, and well-tended farms, artful weaponry, excellent construction work with its own type of architecture (an incredible find when they had been assumed to be an entirely nomadic people up until then), evidence of schooling, and altogether much evidence of rich culture and strong community bonds. with all of this, how could anyone assume the orcs were evil? they were people. and eventually, they were soldiers, commanded in a war they had no choice but to fight. and the studies of the cultural impact of saruman's reign, and the introduction of the uruk-hai, have been practically nonexistent, which this middle earth scholar finds tragic. imagine having an entire city's worth of new adults spawn practically overnight. how were they fed? clothed? taught? how did they learn language so quickly? and, for the (still significant) few that survived the war, how/where were they housed? how were they treated by the rest of orcish society? they had been taught to be soldiers and knew nothing else— how did they learn a new way of existing?

i want a new translation of lord of the rings, where the "historical inaccuracies" in the portrayal of the orcs that led to cultural misjudgements of them are brought to light. where tolkien is shown to be an incredibly biased narrator. but it's not really my story to tell. someone please write this

#it started out as an angry rant abt how racist the books are in general #and then turned into 'what if he was an unreliable narrator. abt this race he made up'#i get that there are higher messages about elves being a symbol of the good ol days pre world war and whatnot #and he had to contrast them with bad guys they didnt have to feel bad abt killing #but uhhh too bad u should always feel bad abt killing lol #things i had to google to write this:#the word diegetic #what language was lotr supposed to be translated from #what was that mud race called again #what was the river that seemed to separate the good guys and the bad guys (actually i checked my copy of the two towers for that)#im sure i got other shit wrong too no worries lol #pls dont read any of this in bad faith #lotr #tolkien #lord of the rings #jrr tolkien #tw racism #this isnt even touching on the issues with the word 'race' to refer to fantasy creatures #or on the actual '''''evil''''' human race that was in the books that was based on middle eastern stereotypes

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whippedcloudsofcream · 4 months

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#barbara gordon #my uploads #slur tw #tarantula’s entire character is so wild #she’s a racist stereotype and also fights for the ppl #she’s a rapist #she’s ableist af and got her ass kicked by babs #she’s one of dick’s most loyal friends??#she fully admits babs would split her head open if they went toe to toe again #in the first issue she appears in she was just some weird vigilante and now she’s like one of the most hated characters in dc #i dont feel anything towards her but the way they handled her is insane and an example of very poor writing

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injuredcrow · 2 months

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idk if its just me but recently i’ve been seeing a lot of people online complaining about people in china being ‘racist’ or wtv. ‘theyre chinese thats why theyre racist’ ok how about i snap ur neck, RACIST. stfu u fucking sinophobe stop acting like ur sooo morally pure or some shit ur just a fucking racist who jumps on every opportunity 2 shittalk chinese people. i hope u die

#daisypost #tw rant #i am not defending them if theyre racist btw. i think no one should be racist and u literally have the whole fucking internet 2 educate #urself. stop fucking stereotyping us u fucking hobbyless bitch

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robthegoodfellow · 2 years

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Directly follows this snippet. Takes place in Spin Me Right Round universe, where Billy’s path deviates before he assaults Lucas in canon timeline (hence the vibe between them here is less fraught than you’d expect). Despite that, Billy still has to confront the lingering effects of being raised by a bigot (by which I mean, his own racism), and this snippet reflects on that process. Trigger warning for mention of racist stereotypes and past encounters with derogatory terms related to Latino community.

He and McKinney fell into a pseudo routine, heading to the community courts when practice let out and staying until either it got too cold or too late, and then Billy would drive him home. They figured out that if McKinney was wearing orange sweatbands on his wrists, Billy could more accurately aim for his hands without turning his way, and McKinney had taken to calling a stream of “B—B—B!” whenever he was coming up behind for an open shot.

Sinclair joined them one afternoon when Billy wanted to try a drill that only worked with three players—turned out the kid was more athletic than he looked, and way more into basketball than Billy realized. Apparently he and Sinclair, Sr. followed the Indiana teams religiously, college and pro, but Junior had been so desperate to talk ball with someone nearer his own age that he didn’t shut up for like half an hour, going on and on about their draft prospects, singing the praises of Stipo and Special K, bemoaning the Pacers’ shitty season—1 and 8 since New Year’s, which… yikes.

McKinney had tolerated the high-pitched chatter with good grace, not that Sinclair needed more than the odd grunt for fuel, and gave him some pointers to improve his stance, his shot. When Billy had asked later, en route to Maple after offloading McKinney, why he’d never mentioned even the slightest interest in basketball before, Sinclair had replied, with more hilarious vitriol than should be possible from the mouth of a literal child: “You’re a Lakers fan.”

“We’re not even in the same conference!” Billy had countered, indignant despite the amusement. “Hate on the Celtics, for Christ’s sake.”

“I can hate on both,” he declared.

“Whatever, dude,” Billy said, dismissive, deliberately provoking. “You just wish you had some of that magic—I get it.”

Sinclair had boiled for the rest of the ride, to Billy’s glee.

And look—he’d started all this with the goal of improvement, but it was a narrow, maybe selfish, maybe dickish kind of improvement: upping his game to antagonize some douchebag. But the more they practiced, just them two and with the team, the more he just… liked it. He really, really liked playing point guard. It felt… good?... to set the guys up for success, to tip into motion the dominos that put points on the board. Even though he wasn’t scoring as much, himself—it was a different kind of satisfying, knowing he’d made the right call when someone else made a bucket.

Which was great—maybe his heart had grown a couple sizes or whatever—but… there was another unintended side-effect. One that he was simultaneously so reluctant to confront directly and yet so desperately glad for that… he could hardly have explained it if asked.

He recognized it now because it had happened to him before, back home. It was—it was like this: So, Neil was… fucking racist, right? Billy’s whole life, the bastard had spewed all kinds of vicious, vile shit, and more subtle, insidious shit. Like, it took Billy ages to figure out, when he was little, what his dad meant whenever he mockingly referred to Frito Banditos, even long after the chip company discontinued the mascot. Another one: in third grade, Billy learned the meaning of greenback a couple weeks before he heard Neil rant about a seemingly similar term, and it took a mortifying mix-up at school for him to realize his dad hadn’t meant skyrocketing rates of soggy dollar bills.

Even as a kid, a part of him knew Neil was off-base—knew he was wrong—but as the years wore on, and all that garbage piled up in his ears, it… it poisoned the well water. Billy didn’t mean to, but for a while, an invisible finger pressed Play on the tape recorder in his brain whenever he crossed paths with any Latino—and he’d tense, get all awkward, precisely because he’d be trying to act normal despite the foul phantom torrent reminding him on a loop that they were all gang bangers, drug dealers, lazy freeloaders, illegal aliens, on and on and on.

And Billy’d had this paranoia, that somehow… they knew? That one look in his eyes and his thoughts would be manifest, even though he didn’t believe those things, even though he would press Stop if he could, bash the tapes to smithereens if he knew how. He’d been polluted—felt it intensely—how Neil’s ugliness had become his ugliness.

It wasn’t until middle school, when he started surfing sometimes with this kid Joaquin, who’d then introduced him to Manny and Luis, that he realized he could filter out the mental contaminants through… well, meaningful interaction with people—with the targets of Neil’s bullish bigotry. He’d started recording new stuff, true stuff, over the old.

Like… how Joaquin’s family had been in California long before it was even a state, and still visited relatives just over the arbitrary line in Baja; how Luis was living proof that everything Neil had sneered about the Sanctuary movement was bullshit, because there was a genocide going on in Guatemala and the US was backing the slaughter—had a hand in all the bloodshed plaguing the region, in fact; how Manny’s uncle had been one of the artists who’d transformed the concrete pylons of Coronado Bridge into a towering medley of murals, remaking Chicano Park into something beautiful rather a bleak reminder of the wholesale destruction of a neighborhood in favor of a motorway.

How Joaquin could make him laugh harder than anyone else with his lightning-fast, brutal quips, but Luis showed him the value of just sitting on his board, legs dangling, and feel the rise and fall of the surge like a pair of lungs beneath him; how Mexican food was hands-down the best thing Billy had ever tasted—not that there’d been much competition, considering his Ma’s favorite dish involved pickled fish and Susan’s most adventurous seasoning was salt; how as soon as Billy mentioned wanting a tattoo, Manny had brought him badass sketches of skulls… and when Billy’s mom had passed, had dropped off this little painting of some lilies, which he’d only been able to look at once and then put it away in the shoebox—safekeeping, not safe for opening.

It wasn’t like they were constantly hanging out or baring their souls—and Billy bared almost nothing—but you spend enough time with people over the years and you can piece stuff together. He missed them—wished he’d let them in, let them see more of him than the laid-back, wise-cracking beach bum. Hadn’t seen them since last March, when he’d gone off the rails. Hadn’t even said goodbye before leaving town.

Anyway. Went without saying, but Neil’s myriad prejudices hadn’t been limited to Latinos, and so—yeah, sometimes with Sinclair, with Jeff, and McKinney and other guys on the team… same playback problem, different tape. It wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been when he was a kid, probably because of the groundwork he’d already done thanks to his surfer buddies, and because he wasn’t an idiot child anymore who only had his parents to go off of—he read shit, and he had eyes.

Yet he couldn’t ignore—and was secretly relieved—that another round of re-recording was afoot, because just knowing abstractly, academically, that Neil was full of shit and racism was, you know, bad… it couldn’t compare to actually getting to know a person. First, there’d been Sinclair, and Jeff, to a limited degree—and now…

He was pretty sure he and Patrick McKinney were… friends? Guys didn’t exchange bracelets, or whatever, so unless they were Labradors in human form like Eddie, it was sometimes hard to tell when you’d crossed from the neutral status of “teammates” to something chummier. On Billy’s end, nicknames meant you were in—and he didn’t seem to mind Billy trimming his first and last—but maybe for Pat, the “B” was just… expedient?

It was more than that, though, because… like, he knew that Patrick had two older brothers—one about to graduate from Purdue and one living in Chicago who worked in advertising and had been involved in the Coke Adds Life campaign his first year in the business. That his father had died of cancer five ago, so his uncle, his mom’s brother, had moved in to help keep the household afloat. That he didn’t like his uncle much, for reasons Billy could guess.

Pat was shy—he tended to clam up in group settings, preferred to quietly observe, only piping in when he felt strongly about something—but once you got him alone, he had a mega puckish streak. Laughed easily, ragged on Billy nonstop, always in good fun, and could take it as well as dish it. Which was fortunate, because: ABBA. And just in general, the dude’s musical tastes were weird as fuck. He showed up at the community courts with a boombox one afternoon and started blasting a disco mix, for crying out loud. Claimed he played better when he had some groovy tune stuck in his head.

So, yeah. Friends, or… getting there.

The results of all their extracurricular practice were—pretty immediate, and pretty obvious. Both of them got more minutes with every game, the team started winning more than losing. Billy pretended not to notice how Carver was increasingly ornery about it—real waspish, pun definitely intended. When Coach announced the starting line-up ahead of a Friday match toward the end of January with Hargrove and McKinney at one and two, Carver flushed to the roots of his lame accountant haircut, but waited until the team had been dismissed to the showers to unleash on a poor innocent locker—the clanging kick carried over the hiss of water and booming chatter, and even when most of the team had finished getting dressed, Carver’s every movement was imbued with a violent flourish.

It was honestly delicious to witness, though Billy made a point not to glance at him directly, monitoring instead with his—by now, very well-honed—peripheral vision. On the way out, trailed stoically by Baker and Copeland, the little pissant muttered, just loudly enough for everyone to hear, how the sport was clearly turning toward cheap tricks and theatrics, and wasn’t it a shame.

The door had barely swung closed when Billy keeled over, hands on knees, cackling like a fiend. Harrington, who’d been apprised of the plan since day one, playfully kneed him in the side and Billy flopped to the gross tile floor, still laughing, arms raised in a reclining Rocky victory pose. There was a smattering of chuckles around the room.

“Watch your back, B,” murmured Pat, leaning over him from his perch on the bench, his voice laden with amusement. “First it’s cheap tricks, then magic tricks, then…” He raised his brows.

“Turning tricks,” Billy finished, as though doomed to his fate, and Patrick snorted. “Don’t worry, man.” He accepted the offered hand and pulled himself upright. “No one’s gonna see me with the devil.”

They won that Friday at home against Jefferson High—a real nail-biter to the final minute, when Billy somehow managed a devious no-look bounce pass to Patrick in the paint for a jump shot so picture perfect that the bench rioted.

“That was some Showtime shit!” Pat hollered over the chaos of mobbing teammates at the final buzzer. He launched himself atop Billy in a semi-hug from behind, then bounded over to his mom in the stands, who was still in her scrubs under her winter coat.

There was talk of a celebratory bonfire at the quarry, and as he and Harrington were leaving the locker room, intending to at least swing by, have a couple beers, Billy paused.

“Hey, Mickey!” he called. “You need a lift?”

Patrick scrunched his nose, caught up with them as they headed for the parking lot. “Ma’s gonna want me home.”

“We’re not planning to stay long,” Billy tried. “Could ya talk her into an hour?”

“You made the winning shot,” Harrington pointed out. “That’s gotta earn you something.”

Pat shook his head wryly. “No one talks her into anything, but I’ll ask. Wait up?”

They hung back while he jogged to his mother in the lobby, winced when his beseeching look was met with an unimpressed flat stare. When her gaze flicked their way, they both startled, then simultaneously raised an awkward hand. She bit her lips, repressing a smile—the same way Pat often did—turned back to her son, and let him plead his case a bit more. Uttered a few stern words that had Patrick alternately shaking and nodding his head, then shooed him away.

“Home by eleven thirty,” he said, and waved his arm in an after you toward the winter night.

#fic snippet #wherein billy grapples with his racist upbringing #and he and patrick dominate on the courts of basketball and friendship #and enrage jason carver in the process #harringrove #but just in the background #patrick mckinney #is still in the chat #may i introduce you to my patrick mckinney headcanons #billy hargrove #spin me right round #racism tw #stereotypes tw #derogatory terms tw #if you have fic recs that address this aspect of billy #let me know…#curious to see how it’s been handled in the past

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tts-celestial-garments-au · 9 months

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So, I have a bit of a fondness for TTS, however, there's been something I've been thinking about recently that I have a bit of a problem with in regards to the show.

In my Celestial Garments AU, there are a lot of POC/POC-coded characters (my biracial ass just can't help it), and when that's the case, I like to double check for harmful tropes by browsing the @/writingwithcolor blog. But whilst doing that and working out the relationships between one of my Black woman characters and Raps, I realized something unfortunate about the show.

While I love multiple of the POC characters we get in the show, I noticed that they perpetuate various unpleasant and negative stereotypes, and some of these tropes even bring down the quality of the show by not doing more with certain characters.

Let's go over each of the POC shown in the series, and analyze if/how they feel into racist tropes:

Xavier:

I love this man, since I like wise, mysterious characters like him. But unfortunately, he is 100% a Magical Negro. Half the time, it feels like he is only there to provide wisdom, advice, and exposition for our white protagonists. And that makes me kinda sad, since you could do a lot more with him, even in very subtle ways. Maybe better show how he is a legitimately respected pillar of the community, and don't always have him go out of his way to help. Instead, he'll just be doing his own thing most of the time, or priorities his fellow commonfolk.

But sadly, in canon, that is not the case. Instead, he mainly just pops up to help the white people. We barely know anything about him as a person or his backstory, nor does he have an arc of his own. He's just the wise old guy who's often delegated to being a plot device rather than a fleshed out character.

Lance:

This disappointed me so bad. Personality wise, I don't see too many problems with how Lance is written, though I could be mistaken. But narratively? Oh boy.

Lance is considered a "major character" and member of the main cast, being present in all three seasons and often accompanying the main group. And yet, somehow, he gets very few singing rolls (despite having an amazing voice), no real arc of his own, and very little time in the spotlight.

Cass has a whole song about "waiting in the wings," but Lance is the true one constantly waiting in the wings. I don't even remember an episode that's all about him. He has room for depth, and yet it's never explored.

He also, to my dismay, is constantly regulated to the "Black best friend" roll more often than not despite having so much potential. What is he often described as? Well, he's Eugene's best friend. That's essentially how he was introduced as in his debut. He's a sidekick, and we never really get to seem him lead during their times together. They are supposed to be partners in crime, and yet we mainly see Eugene taking charge, Eugene coming up with the plans, Eugene telling Lance what to do, Eugene getting the final hit in.

It's never Lance who goes first or makes a plan. I'm fine with characters being more followers than leaders, but in terms of duos, I think they should both be able to lead each other.

Honestly, the fanfic writers are better to him than the show ever was. There are fanfics in which he supports Varian and hangs out with Varian, Catalina, and Kiera, but in those, even when he's supporting Varian, there will be a large part exploring how his backstory has caused him to react this way. He gets depth and emotional intelligence and appreciation from the author and readers.

The show rarely explores his strengths and instead chooses to show his weaknesses and flaws, and whilst characters having flaws is great, you need to balance it out a little. The fandom knows that he has some amazing qualities, but the show never highlights that the way they do for the rest of the main cast.

The only times Lance gets to shine is when he's in a fanfic, and that makes me really fucking sad. And even then, part of his role is to support other people. Whilst I love Varian-Lance friendships in fics, it makes me sad that Lance never gets supported. He's always forced to take care of other people, and I have yet to find any fics where Lance is getting lifted up rather than doing the lifting.

It's just really disappointing and noticeable that they mainly do this to the only MOC in the main cast.

Adira:

If how Lance was handled made me feel bad, it is nothing in comparison to the immeasurable disappointment I feel in regards to how Adira was handled.

She was one of the most interesting characters in the series, to the point that I would 100% want a spinoff just about her travelling around and doing stuff. Many in the fandom have even called her the best character in the show, and I can see why. Which honestly makes how they treated her narratively much worse.

Adira clearly had her own personal goals and backstory, but she is still regulated to being the "mysterious Asian mentor". And worse off, her whole role in the series is to guide the white main character around and support her journey. Adira's whole (barely even finished) arc revolves around Rapunzel, and it feels disappointing. She has so much potential, but she is constantly forced to revolve around the white lead.

And once Adira starts having her own stuff (like the thing with Hector), she's quickly taken out of the story again. And then they don't even manage to finish her plotline properly. She has so much potential, and yet she's constantly being pushed aside.

Kiera:

Not completely stereotypical, which is good. I can't think of any stereotypes she fits into, though it does feel a bit weird that her red-head sister gets an episode around her, whilst Kiera doesn't. But at least she's pretty well written (in my opinion). But, I might be mistaken on the lack of stereotypes, so if any Asian folks have anything to say on her, please add more in the replies/reblogs.

The Separatists of Saporia:

Oh Saporia, you poor, underexplored concept. You had so much potential and were so intriguing, and yet this happened to you.

Other folks have commented on the antisemitic aspects of the Separatists and how they are designed, and since I am not Jewish, I can't exactly comment on that much. But I will believe people on that, and even then, I myself have some complaints to make.

Andrew's race/ethnicity is hard to pinpoint (racial ambigious character alert), but he clearly has a lot of ethnic features and there is no way in hell that he is white. And what is this character's main trait? He is a terrorist who has enslaved an entire kingdom. Not a good look for one of our few MOC in the series.

Juniper is one of the only Black woman in the show, and not only does she have little to no speaking lines, but she is also a violent terrorist and seems to fit the "Angry Black Woman" stereotypes, at least from what I remember. She at least always looks pissed off, which is...a choice.

Kai is a large, dark skinned man who is also part of this group of terrorists. A "Scary BIPOC Man", if you will. Great...out of the few brown/black men we have in this show, basically all of them are either big and muscular, or soldier/warriors. That's nice...

So, out of our very small cast of POC, three of them are terrorists. Fun.

Ruthless Ruth:

She is one of the two Black woman in the series, and god am I disappointed. Literally a "Strong Black Woman", and a violent "barbarian" at that. This hurts my soul. I just- I just can't. I can't deal with this shit. Two out of two of the Black women in the show are violent criminals. Why? Just....why?

Captain Quaid:

This guy is only in one episode, and he seems okay to me. I can't remember too much about him, though, so I can't say for sure. If anyone has any comments on him, please mention them in the replies.

Fernanda Pizazzo:

Not sure how to feel about her, but she's giving me "Romani Fortune Teller" vibes, in like, a bad way. I'm not sure how to describe it, but it's there.

Madame Canardist:

I thought Fernanda was bad, and then I saw this character. Holy fuck.

If there is an outline for how to write an offensive caricature of Romani folks, I'm pretty sure some of the crew read it and used it verbatim for writing her. It would almost be hilarious how stereotypical it is, if not for the fact that this portrayal is deeply harmful. -1000/10, very icky no good.

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So, yeah, I mostly love this show, but the way the characters of color are written/designed is very bad and harmful. They are always either caricatures, bad tropes, or have their potential wasted in order to support the white leads. I hate it, and it adds yet another gripe I have with the show.

I just think it's very important to always acknowledge as a fandom the racism in the show. I'm just glad that the fans are better at writing the show than the showrunners, since ya'll have improved a lot of this stuff in your fanfics and stuff.

I'm not sure exactly how to end this post, I just felt the need to make it, especially the parts about how the narrative handled Xavier, Lance, and Adira. They deserved better.

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woomycritiques543 · 1 year

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Charlie is a Hellborn demon. She's not white. She's not a human.

Do you even know what "coding" means anon?

It means "applying racial traits and or sterotypes to a non human character." Are you people just trying to gaslight at this point?

She's white coded asf, the people that are shown as the "worst" in the series are poc coded asf or are darker skinned. Those are some weird asf implications. Considering that her appearance is inspired by a white, European doll (which still makes this the "white" savior trope if the main character is implied to be based off of the appearance of a white person. She's also a person in power. So having a white coded rich character + poc coded characters being shown as "more evil" = huge disaster.) most of the poc characters are greywashed despite the show clearly being ok with giving demons human looking skin colors, yet Charlie is shown to be the "heroine" of the story while the "sinners" she has to "save" are (almost) all confirmed to be poc.

They're showing demon with the physical traits of a white person to be the "savior" of demons with the physical traits of a poc. While showing the poc coded ones as "c^nnibalistic savages" and the rich, white coded one as the "sweet preppy one who wants to make them good again!" (somehow) while her poc gf works under her as a manager to her hotel. Same with how the show presents a victim mentality with a british sounding monarchy who's shown to mistreat a minority (sound oddly familiar poc followers?) yet the show wants to present him as the victim and not actually hold him accountable for this. While his "love interest" is one of those minorities, who ive heard, "used" to be his slave that was sold to him by his rich, british sounded father for a day. Yet ive also heard that despite that, the british sounding rich character still uses his past slave to his advantage and constantly treats him as "bellow" him on top of it.

They also named the only character who has an afro and darker skin "COCO." after the fact that she's based on a black woman while naming another black character "RAT."

Yet much of you still find that these implications arent weird?

Because as someone of a minority, this combined with the "slave" plot from Season Two of Helluva Boss is EXTREMELY weird.

What the fuck?!

(This is describing things that are canon and said by the creators themselves. Please dont spam me about quoting the wiki.)

(The series also never explains what they were arrested for (not like Verosika was performing "illegally" and they wouldnt have known whether Verosika caused the sea monster since they dont know about demons. So with the "SICK DEVIANTS!" and the "pig dick" along with the constant hate comments from the script on their sexual nature. Theres a huge chance that the script (the writers) choose for them to be arrested just for being... sexual. Yeah um... a person of color getting arrested for showing their sexuality... being played off as a "joke." You legit cant call yourself "progressive" and then constantly pull shit like this towards minorities (autistics and all) and not somehow be seen as a hypocrite. Jesus Christ...)

(self explanatory 👆🏾)

(the lower class minority of the series (imps) being sold as a slave to the british monarchy of the show and the series labelling the ex-slave's relationship with his past master who takes advantage of him constantly as a "cute" and "romantic" relationship.👆🏾 Did I mention that they are also showing the minority in the situation as "theives" towards the monarchy with a british accent?)

(The representation of Voodoo as "evil"/only showing the evil spirits/misrepresenting harmful spirits as "evil.")

I swear that I am this close to making a video on this.

Yikes!

#helluva critical #hazbin critical #oddly racist implications.#race talk tw #I swear this website that some of the most batshit anon questions I have ever seen.#imagine having your show take place in hell just so you can have an excuse to shove stereotypes and racial coding onto your characters #and not get caught (yet)#yikes Viv...

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thewokecatgirl · 1 year

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believe me when i say i really support poc as the protagonists in television! but chop socky chooks is one of the exceptions! BECAUSE THE SHOW PROMOTES RACIAL STEREOTYPES!!! TWO OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS, CHICK P (THE WOMAN) AND CHUCKIE CHAN (THE GLASSES GUY) ARE WALKING CHINESE STEREOTYPES, WHEREAS K.O. JOE (THE BIG GUY WITH AN AFRO) IS LITERALLY A BLACK STEREOTYPE!!! THIS RACISM IS UNACCEPTABLE!!! I SUPPOSE 2008 WAS A DIFFERENT TIME!!! BUT NOW WE HAVE BECOME MORE EDUCATED AND WOKE AS A SOCIETY!!! THE ONLY GOOD THING I CAN SAY ABOUT THE SHOW IS THAT IT DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT TO A YEAR, AND I HOPE TV CHANNELS ARE NO LONGER AIRING THIS RACIST SHOW!!!

#tw racism #chop socky chooks #anti chop socky chooks #racism #racial stereotypes #anti racist #blm #black lives matter #stop asian hate #stop aapi hate #blm ally #satire

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just-a-little-anxious · 1 year

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I'm boutta start hyperfixating on my country's history and culture.

Like, Dutch architecture, Dutch folklore, Dutch history.

I mean the history is awful for the most part, that I already know. But I am interested in the history regarding our fight with the sea, or the way we shipped around tulips. Maybe even the history on a geographical level, like the ground and swamps and stuff.

I'm particularly interested in the folklore. I always thought I didn't know anything of it, but it turns out I know more than I thought about it, because of some comics I read as a kid. Witte Wieven (basically ghosts), weerwolven (werewolves), de bokkerijders (goats with wings and devil worshippers or something), the lange man (apparently we have a version of slender man too? But he would knock on windows and look inside)

anyways I fuckign love it

#tw unreality #unreality #tw horror #just tagging. I mean i personally am scared of slender man. sooo.. yeah :/#my posts #dutch folklore #dutch culture #the netherlands #also i know about sinterklaas. It's just santa claus but more racist #like santa claus with a black stereotypical sidekick instead of an elf #his horse is cool though #like santa claus goes through the sky with a sled with reindeer #but sinterklaas just has one horse and walks over houses. my guy is an old man and literally doing parcour

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daydreamerdrew · 1 year

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Hit Comics (1940) #10

#again no Jimmy #guess he’s not coming back #I like the part where Raleigh tells Michael the bee that he deserves a daisy for his good work #quality comics #red bee #my posts #comic panels #racist stereotyping tw #racist language tw

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zoeywades-spouse · 2 years

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So I’m finally playing season 2 of Chasing You and what the actual fuck is wrong with it?? It’s depiction of Romani people is so incredibly racist. Like come on, calling them racial slurs and the whole fortune-teller trope ain’t it RC

#it’s so fucking gross #they’re real people #not some prop in your book for you to shove stereotypes and racist tropes onto #romance club #chasing you #клуб романтики #tw: racism

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mxbitters · 2 years

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i just decided im gonna actually scroll through d*lls k*ll so i can do that thing that’s basically in my blood passed down from my gramma to my mom to me where i look at things, don’t buy them and then just recreate them in my own quirky lil way <3

#listen. the pony stuff. is cute. and i need to step up my GAME #it's only fitting considering they spit upon punk with their rich white racist bullshit #like 2020 was like oh my fucking god but also theyd BEEN awful before then with the whole cultural appropriation thing #AND THE EMAILS WITH THAT ONE PARTICULAR THING??? ik it was something with an anti native stereotype i cant remember what #but the fucking email they sent back to that person. un-fucking-believable and it astounds me that they even still exist #mlp tw

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someone---who---cares · 10 days

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Knowing Better: The Part of History You've Always Skipped | Neoslavery

Knowing Better is a former high school teacher. As he says at the start of the video, he had always believed in the whitewashed version of American history in which Lincoln was a hero who tried to free slaves and slavery ended after the Civil War. Then he found out by himself that the reality was much different, much more complex, an infinitely uglier. This video should be shown everywhere.

#video #history #American history #slavery #Civil War #Abraham Lincoln #President Lincoln #abolition of slavery #segregation #tw: lynching #racist stereotypes #Jim Crow #racist propaganda #Youtube

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wikagirl · 2 months

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I forgor I wanted to post this so here it is a month later.

Time to clown on the "indian" aka stereotypes about natives art project week stuff from primary school (like 2007/8) I found in a box at the very tippy top of a shelf while cleaning my room

so first of can we please talk about how dusty this is? when I say it was at the tippy top of the sehlf I mean it like it was so far back I had to get a broom to pull the box forward, this thing has not seen the light of day for 16ish years

but now on to the contents

so first we have these little pouches which, by themselves, would be a pretty neat and cute arts and crafts project if it werent for the context of the overarching theme

then we got these things which I am assuming are supposed to be a pretty sad mockery/imtation of the medallions that are a traditional item in a lot of tribes in different variations across the american continent.

Gotta love how primitive these are, like it just shows the image that (sadly) most folks still have over here especially on the country side where learning about what european settelers did over in america is not seen as relevant enought to german history to teach about even tho the way settelers "managed" the "native issue" was literally the blueprint for concentrationcamps but that‘s a topic for a nother day

but I have give little me credit tho for scribbeling a literal thunder dragon on there, little me had good taste.

then we got a flimsy little cardboard tomahawk and a drum made from a flower pot and like 8 layers of that thin paper people weap sandwhiches in. Again, the drum would be a cute idea for a craft project if it weren‘t for the context.

While I‘ll most likely toss out the other stuff I will try to actually salvage the drum, sand off the acrylic paint and give it a new paint job and slap some fake moss on it, make it a little fairy core drum so when my bff rings her ocarina we can be a little fairy bard group at larps.

okay and not for the the ✨costume✨

yeah it-…its literally just a sheet with a neckhole and these fringey bits cut into it and a strip of fabric from the same sheet with little bisons on to it 😐👌 I am cringing as much as you are (probably)

so um yeah that‘s it. that‘s the post. I could write an analysis about this and how it perfectly displays the lack of care of european schools to properly teach about american history and what kind of rotten foundation the great land of the free is actually built on but honestly I don‘t really feel like I need to? I think you get the point?

like literally native hisotry is an OPTIONAL topic not in history but in ENGLISH class in 10th and 11th grade and only for vocabulary reasons, most of the time teachers tend to pick australian aborigines because it is a less political topic…aaand yeah its just really sad I guess.

I got lucky in 10th grade and had a teacher that eas close to retirement so she just didn‘t give a shit about the curriculum and freestyled about anything she was passionate about and since she lived in the US near a rez for like 10 years this was one of the topicss

also really glad that the internet exists and gave me the recources to educate myself more on topics like this because oh god I don‘t even wanna know what I would be like if that wasn‘t the case.

#welcome to the cringe fest #comon lets form a circle and point the finger of shame on the german education system 🫵#gonna use the sheet as a cleaning rag the fabric soaks up water real nice #tw racsim #because imo this is a pretty racist image that we were being taught in primary school #like they could have done so many other projects with us why did it have to be THIS??#they could have taught us something about the local wildlife here or…idk how to read a map??#like anything usefull instrad of this if the only thing they have to offer is racist stereotypes #also they made us do a little show at the end of the fucking project #like it was an open day at school that anyone could come visite #and the made us do a little dance around a fire at noon #and tie a kid dressed as a cowboy to a totem pole and pretend like we‘re sacrificing him??#shit was fucked up yo

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