Rooster Girl eats breakfast like a full-grown man. She can and will eat more scrambled eggs than K.
She horks hers down, finishing before the rest of us and then makes the sign for more and points at our plates.
Give me your eggs, dammit!
I was thinking that if Rooster threw a party, the top names on her guest list would be Bob Evans, The Quaker Oats Man and Aunt Jemima.
Then I started thinking about Aunt Jemima.
How long had it been since I last saw Aunt Jemima? Surely she couldn't still be Mammy as she was when I was a child. Surely we've come farther than that, right?
I did a google image search to find her. Here's what she looked like in the 1970's when I was growing up:
I also found this more radical (and true) illustration and a lot of scholarly writing about african-american exploitation in advertising.
As I looked up images of Aunt Jemima, I found this ad by Haddon Sunblom from 1955.
It speaks for itself.
Then I found this great image from when Aunt Jemima joined
the Black Panther party and fought back.
Make your own damned pancakes.
It turns out that Aunt Jemima is now a beautiful, African-American woman who looks like she has a great recipe for pancakes, but Cracker, you're going to have to make them yourself.
An innocent blog entry about my daughters breakfast led me somewhere political.
Writing this, I paused and called an African-American friend of mine to ask her about Aunt Jemima.
She talked about how hurtful the image was and still is today - even with the update. My friend feels like the new image still suggests Aunt Jemima is a subservient caretaker who doesn't seem to have a life beyond making white people breakfast. She's not called Ms. Jemima Smith, she's still your "Aunt Jemima."
How will I teach my children to understand the issues of race in America and to be allied with all kinds of people that don't look exactly like them?