“The funniest racism is the racism between minorities. It’s something you don’t see dramatized, but almost every minority I know who’s my age, they have these funny stories about their parents stereotyping other minorities.” – Mindy Kaling
I’m looking at you mom. That is all.
My brother graduated from high school over the weekend and while it was nice for the extended family to come together it was also bitter sweet. After all, now that my brother and I are both adults and flying the proverbial coop, the future seems so unclear for the both of us. But I will say I am very proud of him and wish him all the best in his continuing studies at the University of Missouri this fall.
Here are some photos from the graduation weekend via my trusty iPhone ;D
Side note: my brother is quite photo-averse so that’s why he only appears in one of these!
Fox finally posted the “Red Band Society” trailer. Cannot wait!
Over the weekend Mimi came to visit me in New York and we set out to be the ultimate tourists. We brunched in SoHo, saw A Raisin in the Sun, toured Brooklyn Bridge Park and even visited the 9/11 Memorial and boated out to the Statue of Liberty! We somehow witnessed a proposal and a wedding in the same day and took to the Upper East Side to gaze upon the designer goods inside Barney’s and Bergdorf Goodman. In all, we had a swell time.
An excerpt from Boy, Snow, Bird by Helen Oyeyemi:
“In his mind he was no colored than I was; he’d never even met his grandparents or cousins, his parents were the only one from their families who’d decided to move north from Louisiana and see if anyone called them out on their ancestry. His father had stood in line behind a colored man at the front desk of the of the Flax Hill Country Club and eavesdropped as the colored man tried and failed to gain membership. “We’re fully subscribed,” the colored man was told. But Gerald Whitman was offered a membership form to fill out without further ado. It was too bad for the other guy, but Gerald liked golf and didn’t see why he shouldn’t play it in those surroundings if he could get away with it. Gerald had thought: Well, what if I just don’t say…what if I never say?”
I finally finished reading my fourth Oeyeymi novel. Boy, Snow, Bird is a 1950s re-imagining of Snow White and what it means to have skin as white as snow even in the racially, tolerant north. An interesting read with an unsatisfying ending.
Last but not least: Mr. Fox.