Adiba Nelson shows us how one company got it horribly wrong.
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It was a simpler time then, back in the 40s, 50s and 60s. Waistlines were tiny, Pepsi used real sugar, and racism was balls out and in your face.
Coon. Blackie. Moulie. Sambo. Blurple. Gorilla. Darkie. Spade.
When I think of the fact that my grandmother used to hear these words every single day and knew with the absolute sureness of a fighter pilot that they were being intentionally hurled at her, it makes me want to scream, cry, and burn everything in sight.
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That’s every racial slur (I can think of) that was used to refer to a black person who couldn’t pass for white, couldn’t pass the paper bag test, or was simply, DARK. Jarring, right? Make you want to vomit? That’s OK, it does me too. When I think of the fact that my grandmother used to hear these words every single day and knew with the absolute sureness of a fighter pilot that they were being intentionally hurled at her, it makes me want to scream, cry, and burn everything in sight. However, if you think about it, one might say she was somewhat “lucky.” There was never anything shady about what people were trying to say to you, or about you in those times. Back then if you were black, you knew just how people felt about you, because they were overt in their disdain, blatant in their contempt, and all out balls to the wall in displaying their hatred by way of lynchings, tar and feathering, dog attacks, fire hose attacks, church bombings, rapes, drownings, and public humiliation—just to name a few. We Blacks, especially we “dark” Blacks, always knew where we stood. We may not have accepted it, but we were always well aware of it.
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But this post, and these words, are dedicated to the racism, or rather, colorism that I see, as a black woman, a dark-skinned black woman, every … single … day. The colorism that is covert to most, but overt to me.
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Fast forward 65 years (from 1950), and while most people wouldn’t dare mutter those epithets (either because they abhor the mere idea of racism, or they know better than to say those things out loud), racism is still very much alive in the most covert (and overt) of ways, and it is beginning to join hands with its hideous cousin, colorism. Now before I get into this little diatribe, let me address the folks who just threw up their hands and cried “Racism and colorism go both ways!” (because you know you did). Yes, I know they go both ways. I am well aware of the fact that there are plenty of black people in the world who don’t like white people, and will happily call them every name under the sun. I don’t condone it. But that’s not what this post is about. Maybe that will be another post for another time. But this post, and these words, are dedicated to the racism, or rather, colorism that I see, as a black woman, a dark-skinned black woman, every … single … day. The colorism that is covert to most, but overt to me. The colorism that, whether realized or not, intentional or not, is alive and well. And on what would have been Martin Luther King, Jr.’s 86th birthday, that colorism that was splashed all over social media without a care in the world, all in the name of “advertising.” Maybe you missed it. I almost did until my fellow Good Men Project writing pal, Alexander Yarde posted it on Facebook. No worries, I’ll slide it in here right now. I’ll even do you a solid and give you some time to absorb and digest it. I won’t even be mad at you if you throw up. Hell, I wanted to. So here ya go folks. Here’s how Woolite said “Happy Birthday Dr. King—Greatest Civil Rights leader to ever walk this earth!”
There ya go. Dark skin Black girl. Black dress. Tagline: For the Love of Darks.
Now, before you say “Heeeeeyyyyy … you’re playing the race card!”, let me show you a picture of ALL the models used in this “Woolite for Darks” campaign.
Is the proverbial lump in your throat yet?
We can’t move around it. We can’t run from it. We can’t pretend it doesn’t exist. We can’t throw it in the laundry and let Woolite wash it away.
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It’s subtle, right? So subtle. If you’re not looking for it, or if you’re not Black, or if you just don’t want to see it, you’ll miss it. You’ll miss the “subtle” colorism on display because you’ll be distracted by the model’s stunning beauty. You’ll miss the subtle colorism because you’ll be distracted by her big, naturally curly hair. You’ll miss the subtle colorism because you’re not Black. You’ll miss the subtle colorism because you’ve never been called “blackie,” or “darkie,” or “blurple,” or “gorilla girl.” You’ll miss the subtle colorism because you never saw years and years of minstrel shows where Black people depicted you in white face (or any face for that matter), with big pink lips (please don’t bring up White Chicks to me—that argument is so played and ridiculously out of context). You’ll miss the subtle colorism because you’ve never been passed over for your light-skinned friend because you’re “too dark.” You’ve never had your face blacked out in a yearbook picture and your teeth inked in with white out “so they could see you.” You’ve never been told “we don’t carry makeup that dark.” You’ll miss the subtle colorism mostly because you don’t want to see it, and you don’t have to see it. But dark-skinned black women like me, we see it every day. We can’t move around it. We can’t run from it. We can’t pretend it doesn’t exist. We can’t throw it in the laundry and let Woolite wash it away.
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And while the social media manager over at Woolite probably didn’t know this bit of history, one has to wonder (that one being me) if somewhere in the back of this person’s mind there wasn’t a small advertising executive jumping up and down in excitement at this small, “innocuous” opportunity to “poke the bear.”
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You see, there is a long history of degradation and imposed “shame” around being dark-skinned. In the days of slavery, the dark-skinned slaves were not allowed to come into the “big house.” They were known as “field negroes,” and had to wait for anything they needed at the back door of the house. They tilled the fields, tended to the animals, picked the cotton—anything outside of the house, they did it. They were sold at auction for less and always considered inferior. And they were often called “darkies.” The light-skinned slaves were known as the “house negroes.” They typically had fair skin and were considered “acceptable enough” to be seen in public with their owners, and acceptable enough to cater to any guests who might come by. They were sold at a higher price, and often treated much better than the field negroes, if you consider being raped by the master and/or beaten by the mistress “better.” They were also often called “mulattos.” And while the social media manager over at Woolite probably didn’t know this bit of history, one has to wonder (that one being me) if somewhere in the back of this person’s mind there wasn’t a small advertising executive jumping up and down in excitement at this small, “innocuous” opportunity to “poke the bear.”
What Woolite failed to factor in (or be aware of at all), is that due to recent events, all the bears have come out of hibernation, and as a collective, we are unwilling to tolerate one more jab, one more shove, one more chokehold, one more gunshot, one … more … poke. We are unwilling to tolerate covert actions in the name of naïveté. We are unwilling to accept ignorance for the sake of peace. And we are unwilling to let sleeping dogs lie, when they so clearly need to be awakened.
We see you Woolite. You have fooled no one. Your product may keep darks dark, and whites white, but your blithe ignorance is keeping racism alive.
Top photo—Ron Cogswell/Flickr
Middle and bottom photos—Woolite/Facebook
Adiba, My introduction to this ad was through your article. When I saw the picture I immediately heard Heavy D in my head singing “Black Coffee, No Sugar, No Cream,” and I smiled. I agree with you, we see what we look for, or expect to see. I don’t expect to see racism in the world, so I usually miss it. I assumed the ad was created by men who love dark skinned black women and the lighter skinned women were added to not offend. It will continue to live in my head that way … not because I’m naive… Read more »
First. Thank you my sister. It is truly a remarkable piece. I’ve seen a bit of “wishing” and “what ifs” in regard to the central thesis. As if this ad exists outside of the real life challenges regarding race we all know are a reality today. Let me pose a few retorical questions: Just think about these questions. No need to respond. Why is your perspective the only valid one regarding this advertisement? There is an outrageous ignorance of history and the impact of oppression on groups displayed by Woolite here. This ad is not unlike the striped shirt that… Read more »
Forgive any typos.. It’s been a long night.
I’m going to have to disagree. Of course I don’t know the intention of the marketing people, but let’s just pretend for a second that they are fair to all people regardless of race. Let’s pretend we live in a world where racism is not an issue for many. Now let’s look at this ad again. Is it offensive still? By holding on to the past, we are not ever able to move forward. We can’t ever be entirely non-racist if we bring up everything that held us back in the past. I understand there needs to be respect for… Read more »
And I am going to have to respectfully disagree with you, although I am thankful that you took the time to read the full article, and leave a comment. I am of the belief that racism will begin to dwindle down the more we call it for what it is. When we see it, we call it, over and over again, until it dwindles. There is a saying – when you know better, you do better. But how will you ever know better if no one ever defines “better” for you?
Thank you for your contribution, Joseph. Much appreciated.
Abida makes a very solid point in the opening portion of the piece about intent. Her grandmother was well aware of the vitriol and intent of directly racist comments. The Woolite ad (highly unlike the creators were not aware that they were going to evoke a reaction in some) doesn’t intend to harm, it intends to provoke. By that measure, I don’t believe it is racist. It is my sincere belief that when one makes an accusation of racism when none really exists they make it that much more intolerable and egregious for genuine victims of intended racism. By that… Read more »
Thank you for taking the time to read the piece, and sharing opinion Larry..Also, thank you for sharing your opinion, without being ugly in your response. I have much respect for that – even if I don’t agree. 😉
Thank you for your reply. While we disagree on this particular topic, please rest assured that the respect is mutual. Please keep up your outstanding writing. I’ll look forward to reading.
As a white girl who grew up in Central Philly with her two best friends “Buster” & “Rabbit” little black boys, I still do not get it. Because I am white. The white neighbor lady in that “hood” never let “Buster” & “Rabbit” sit at her table for banana pancakes because they were “black.” Even then I can not ever say I get it. Living in a world of privilege and getting to eat those yummy pancakes. My first thought of this Woolite Ad was to honor, embrace, and high light black beauty in an Ad. I see that Ad… Read more »