Diary of an #AngryBlackWoman
We’re all well aware of the steaming hot mess that is The New York Times vs. Shonda Rhimes. The paper’s coverage of one of television’s most prolific professionals was offensive, insensitive, clumsy and just plain amateur.
I’ve been covering the story for several days, and in the wake of the Times and other major media companies continuing to get it wrong when it comes to covering, discussing and analyzing race, there seems to be only one logical solution: the diversification of newsrooms.
Why? Well, because…
I don’t know any black journalists who would have let a single keystroke in Alessandra Stanley’s ignorant review slide.
I don’t know any black journalists who would dare — with a straight face — write about big booties as a “new trend.”
I don’t know any black journalists who would deign to fetishize cornrows as a hair fad for fall.
I don’t know any black journalists who would describe a romantic comedy with an all-black cast as a “race-themed” film.
And, I certainly don’t know any black journalists who would re-victimize Michael Brown by calling him “no angel.”
Enough is enough. It’s time for more of us to storm these newsrooms to help conceive, create and guide content that’s for us, by us and about us. Who’s with me? — xxAT