Screw Rachel Dolezal
I’m going to make this post short, sweet, and to the point. WHY IS NETFLIX DOING A DOCUMENTARY ON RACHEL DOLEZAL?
I’m not going to get into all the ways that this woman is trash because we already know. For the dumb, lost, and living under a rock, let me give you a quick synopsis. She’s the purest definition of “everybody wants to be black until the cops come.” Except the Cops, the Press, and the Feds came, and Rachel still wanted to die with the lie despite the fact that she’s clearly as white as pure snow. Rachel Dolezal is a white woman who spent the majority of her life living as a black woman and later became the head of the NAACP in Spokane, Washington. Despite the evidence, facts, and paternity test courtesy of Maury himself, Rachel claims that she is a “trans-racial” black woman, and she deserves an invite to the cookout just as much as you and I do. I’m sorry honey, but underneath that Trump inspired orange Cheeto dust tanning lotion is a skin tone that is somewhere in the 150 range of the Fenty Beauty scale. So, the answer is a resounding “HELL NAW.”
I can't seem to understand why Netflix decided that this was a good idea. It's just another chapter in a long list of shitty decisions.(See: Canceling Sense8 and hiring Lorcas to play Iron Fist). For those who give a damn, Netflix followed her family around for 2 years to create the documentary, “The Rachel Divide,” and it will be released in April. First of all, no one wants to see this bullshit. No one wants to watch as a white woman uses her privilege to co-opt a space and an identity that does not belong to her. No wants to learn more about this woman’s life as the Original Kardashian minus the butt implants. We’re not here for it. No one wants to see her attempts to create her own unique line of lace fronts, closures, and Wakandan inspired wigs. I surely don’t want to see her parading around in Kente or African Wax Print skirts that she purchased from one of her white colleagues on Etsy. She even made “Coolest Monkey in the Jungle” shirts after that H&M Fiasco and tried to make a profit out of it. She’s a trash human being.
Second, why are you allowing this woman to put her actually black children through this torment for her purely selfish reasons? I cannot imagine the anguish and suffering that these little boys must be going through. Not only do you have to live with the fact that your mother is an Internationally-known shit show, but now she’s forcing you to show your face on camera for her own personal gain? She has one son that’s only about 2 years old, and I’m 100% sure that he’s been over the bullshit since he was born. I know the other one 5 or more years until he can file for emancipation from her, but I know he’s probably had that paperwork ready to go since Cash Money took over for the 99 and the 2000. They probably spend as much time as they can at grandma’s house so that they don’t have to hear her off-beat clapping to Frankie Beverly & Maze every morning.
Third, I’m not going to watch this documentary at all; however, I may watch some choice clips on YouTube or MyVidster if it exposes her for the filthy liar that she is. Here’s a list of things that she’s lied about:
She’s Black
She had Cervical Cancer
She has been the target of hate crimes, including somebody leaving a noose on her porch
She’s black
She was born in a Teepee
She was the target of racial discrimination at Howard University as an undergraduate
Most of her artwork is original
She lived in South Africa as a child
SHE’S. BLACK.
On second thought, I wouldn't even want to see it then. Folks, including her own parents and brother, have provided the receipts on all of the above. There’s no need to say anything else.
Fourth, and finally, were there no real black women available or worthy of a Netflix original documentary? I could provide a laundry list black female businesswomen, entrepreneurs, actresses, musicians, athletes, superheroes, teachers, professors, scientists, engineers, every day original badass women, etc., who deserve to have their story told. Hell, Doc McStuffins and the unknown little black girl on the Magic School Bus deserve a documentary before Rachel Dolezal does. Monique couldn’t get the same money as Amy Schumer for her comedy special, but y’all wasted time, energy, and unlimited cell phone minutes to follow Rachel Dolezal around for two years? This woman is irrelevant, and I can’t imagine that this documentary fits into God’s plan, especially not during Women’s History Month. I hope this documentary fails, and I hope that black women read Netflix for filth for doing it. Stop playing us and treat us with the respect that we deserve.
P.S. “The Rachel Divide”? REALLY?!?!?!?!
