I want to share an amazing story about human kindness, which is incredibly relevant during this week and centers around giving thanks. Two weeks ago my father passed away after a two-year battle against a rare form of non-smoking lung cancer.
Maybe no other comedy clubs would have him, but I'm hoping that he knows his rightfully earned spot in the entertainment world, and that his audience will find and appreciate him more in alternative venues.
Once upon a time, some iconoclastic comic actors and wildly original writers were assembled to copy a hit TV show's style, and despite format limits, managed to distinguish themselves in bleeding edge ways.
It's not Cook's fault he's rich. We made him that way. He is behaving exactly how he should. He's normal. We are the crazy ones. You can't potty train an old dog after you've let him crap all over the house for 10 years.
At what point will we accept that without an intentional, determined commitment to disrupt our own internalized racism and the lingering effects of white supremacy, we will continue to replicate and reinforce the demonization and diminishment of non-whites.