Being against DEI does not make someone post-racial

The Felon administration’s ongoing war against diversity, equity and inclusion is not a principled opposition to racism. It’s an unprincipled opposition to equality, whether between races, between between genders or between sexual orientation.

It’s undoubtedly true that a lot of DEI in corporate America is performative and meaningless, as LGM says. But (as LGM also says) it was never going to stop there. Under Pete Hegseth’s opposition to “divisive” thoughts, the Naval Academy has decided the “blacks are mentally inferior” book The Bell Curve stays on the library shelves; a book challenging The Bell Curve got removed. West Point is in the same boat, and collaborating with Hegseth. Oh, and the Naval Academy removed a display on female Jewish graduates before Hegseth visited.

It’s a combination of Republican’s hatred for education (which shows people reality is against them) and the conviction that military officers are too woke. Meaning, I presume, they’re neither racist and misogynist enough, and not willing to kill protesters the way the Felon wants (there is no greater crime than saying the Felon isn’t the best little baby in the world).

According to Hegseth, “promoting divisive concepts and gender ideology are incompatible with the Department’s core mission,” whereas trying to purge the military of any question that white men are the summit of evolution does not, somehow distract. It’s the same logic some Christian racists embraced during Jim Crow: working for civil rights distracts from evangelism but preaching against civil rights doesn’t do that. Or Augie Boto at the Southern Baptist Conference who claimed dealing with the SBC’s history of predators in pulpits would distract from spreading the gospel. He did not, as far as I know, see a conflict between evangelizing and the SBC working on right-wing politics or against gay marriage.

It’s once again MLK’s words about getting out of Egypt. There was no divisiveness in Egypt when the Israelites were content to sit around and bake bricks as slaves. It was Moses standing up and saying “Let my people go!” that divided everyone and stirred things up! Why can’t blacks and women stop demanding equality? Wouldn’t everything be better? And for the white supremacists, misogynists and homophobes who make up so much of the Republican ranks, it probably would be.

It’s telling that while Republicans continue opposing any sort of refugees entering the United States, they’re quite happy to welcome the poor, oppressed white people of South Africa. I’m pleased the Episcopal Church is calling them out on their shit. Unfortunately American conservatives were in love with apartheid before apartheid was cool (joking: it was never cool).

Also fighting back: New York State. And the 5th Circuit Court of Appeals.

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Reading about movies: two books

THE WORLD-WAR II COMBAT FILM: Anatomy of a Genre was film scholar Jeanine Basinger’s look not only at the specific genre but to use it of an example of how genres work: how they start, evolve, develop their specific tropes, then change. She picked the WW II combat movie — as opposed to WW II basic-training comedies, spy thrillers, Casablanca or films about life on the home front —

— because it’s a relatively narrow genre and a clear starting point: Pearl Harbor. As Basinger details, early films drew heavily on WW I film tropes and didn’t hesitate to show the horrors of war (contrary to the myth nobody did that before Saving Private Ryan): in Wake Island and Bataan! all the American soldiers die.

The genre soon acquired its distinctive elements: explanations of Why We Fight, the platoon or combat crew that has to learn to work together, representation for different parts of the country (a Texan, a college kid, an immigrant’s kid, a guy from Brooklyn), the cost of letting down your guard. After the war ended, it lay fallow for a while, picked up during the Korean War, then has fluctuated since (I believe there’s relatively little new stuff in this century, though that doesn’t mean the genre is dying or dead). The meaning and tone changes too, with the cynicism of films such as The Dirty Dozen developing in the 1960s.

I read the book to see if it had any insight for my work on Jekyll and Hyde. While Basinger does make me aware of things such as the visual aspects of Jekyll/Hyde films and the way they change over time, that was stuff I was thinking about before I read the book. Nevertheless, it’s a pleasure to reread her analysis.

THE BLACK GUY DIES FIRST: Black Horror Cinema from Fodder to Oscar by Robin R. Means Coleman and Mark H. Harris looks at the cliches and evolution of black horror, starting with the “spook” comic-relief character who wants to run away like Shaggy and Scooby. There’s also the protagonist’s best friend, the authority figure (whom the author concludes is less positive representation than an another obstacle for the hero to work around) and occasionally the protagonist of a film (something much more common in recent years). There’s the treatment of voodoo (usually negative and creepy), efforts to tackle social issues (Get Out wasn’t the first), good movies, bizarre movies (The Tale of the Voodoo Prostitute has a black sex worker curse her pimp by turning his dick into a rattlesnake).

While most writing about representation tends to be pessimistic (e.g., Is That Black Enough For You?) the authors are quite upbeat, citing the increase in not only black actors who don’t die first but the increase in black professionals writing and directing films. I read the book primarily for insight into Dr. Black, Mr. Hyde (I’m not sure it helped), but it’s very good in its own right.

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Do that voodoo that you do so well!

Reading The Black Guy Dies First (review tomorrow) prompted me to watch a couple of films this weekend that the book commended for treating voudou well. First up, LORD SHANGO (1975).

This is nowhere near as lurid as the poster implies. In the opening (set in the present-day South) a Shango-worshipping young man tries to stop his lover from accepting Christian baptism, snarling that it’s colonizer religion. In the subsequent fight, he’s drowned. She grows distraught and the movie follows her and her mother’s attempt to deal with their grief and the lingering conflict between the Baptist faith and the church of Shango (which despite the book’s recommendation does pull off a couple of magic-powered deaths). This is interesting more than entertaining. “I can’t feel anything — that was Shango’s price.”

EVE’S BAYOU (1997) is a much superior film. Jussie Smollett plays the title Louisiana girl, daughter of womanizing physician Samuel L. Jackson whose flaws Eve is only gradually starting to see. It’s a gentle drama about growing up, with voodoo and psychic powers (it’s one of those that treats them as interchangeable) merely part of the everyday background. I do have a problem with their handling of an incest scene late in the book, which I thought was badly handled (including keeping it ambiguous what exactly happened). That aside, an excellent film. “You should not sneak up on someone when they’re swearing to themselves.”

By coincidence, TYG and I went to see SINNERS (2025) the same weekend and holy crap, it’s every bit as good as I’d heard. In 1932, two Mississippi black brothers (both Michael B. Jordan), back from Chicago with money to spend, set up a blues club, and recruit banjo player Miles Caton as one of the musicians (and one brother’s ex, the root-magic practicing Annie [Wummi Musaku], as the cook]. It’s a dicey job given they have to avoid pissing off local whites. Then, 30 or 40 minutes into the movie, a group of very strange white musicians show up, saying they’d like to play — will you please invite them inside? Please.

The movie shifts from a Southern drama about race and music to an increasingly nightmarish vampire thriller to a very violent horror film. It works in all modes (you could also argue it works as a musical — TYG downloaded the soundtrack as soon as it ended), thanks to director Ryan Coogler. As in the other films, Annie’s magic is extremely low-key. “We’ll be on our way … walking very slowly.”

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Despite the last guy with the axe, this week was reasonably productive

I have long felt this Billy Graham cover for Luke Cage, Hero for Hire #6 is a good metaphor for life, which is why I’ve posted it before. You think you’ve got a handle on everything but you don’t see the armored axe-man coming up behind you.

The first axe-man was taking our dogs for their twice-yearly exam at Quartet Rehab Monday morning. We knew about it in advance but still, coupled with the pups’ regular weekly rehab session, it took up the entire morning. That’s a chunk of time out of the workweek.

Wednesday we had a minor emergency, dealt with promptly but it threw me off my game the rest of the day. TYG also took Plushie in for his eye exam, even though it looked like the problems from last week were over. Nope: as usual she was right when she suspected a problem. Ulcers in both eyes, now treated (though he’ll get more eventually). That and the new set of exercises we got from the vet have added to the distractions.

This morning Trixie woke up a little after midnight with an urgent need to go out … except she didn’t do anything. It still through my morning routine completely off (having barely four hours of sleep didn’t help, obviously).

Still, I managed to get a fair amount done. For The Local Reporter I wrote one story about local artist Aliyah Bonnette and another about the Chapel Hill/Carrboro school district budget. At Atomic Junk Shop I got in an article about the last issue of the original Challengers of the Unknown (with a Neal Adams cover) and the demise of several once popular series as the Silver Age wound down.

I didn’t get any fiction written but I wrote a lot on Jekyll and Hyde (as well as some research reading) and got some rewriting done on Savage Adventures. Under the circumstances, I’m pleased. Oh, and I wound up reading another section of Jekyll and Hyde to the writing group and got some good feedback. One part of it was that the book was more interesting when I offered my own opinions rather than just going over the plot, visuals, themes, etc. I thought I was offering my own opinions about all that so I’ll have to parse out what they’re talking about.

Somewhat less satisfactorily, my exercise program flatlined this week. Most days, breaking it down into short five minute bursts is the only way to do it. When I get really busy, though, it’s much harder to get up and deliver on that than when I have time blocked out for it. In my head-canon I’m ending the week a flabby blob whose heart’s going to give out at any minute — don’t worry, I know that’s bullshit but it’s still frustrating.

On the whole, though, I’m still satisfied.

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Flowers for a Friday

A few shots from around our neighborhood.

It’s good to live here.

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Republicans hate that reality is against them.

A couple of years back, I blogged about how much conservatives had come to resemble the Soviet communists they spent so many years loathing. As the Czech dissident Vaclav Havel once put it, when you claim the right to rule based on truth, any dissent becomes a threat. Plus it upsets President Snowflake’s extremely fragile fee-fees to suggest he’s wrong about anything. Even though he is.

As Paul Campos (I think) once said, it pisses them off worse that reality itself is against them. Gay marriage, for instance, hasn’t destroyed straight marriage. No pastor has been forced to hold a church wedding for gay couples. Gay people are not more likely to be pedophiles than, say, Christian ministers. Children raised without a male and female parent do not grow up defective.

Women using birth control are not slutty, promiscuous or denying their true nature. Women are every bit as capable as men at — well, anything. Voting, fighting, science, construction, parenting, every human skill has a huge overlap between male and female ability. Many women are better at “male” skills than the average man, just as some men are better caregivers than the average woman.

To take the current administration, tariffs don’t work. Canada doesn’t want to become our 51st state. The Felon is not a political genius who’s erratic actions are some cunning 11-dimensional chess game.

This isn’t new. There’s a notorious quote from W’s first term, where one of his staff sneered that while the liberal “reality based community” criticizes the War in Iraq, W would just sweep onward, creating new reality after new reality and laughing as liberals protested futilely. Of course they didn’t create a new reality: W’s declaration of Mission Accomplished presaged more than a decade of violence and collapse in Iraq as the occupation failed to bring order and stability (thank you, President Biden, for ending it). Reality always wins in the end. Unfortunately that just makes them more delusional, like the communists who clung desperately to the dream of the USSR as a force for world socialism instead of a dangerous dictatorship.

In some ways they’re in tune with the classic political tract Leviathan, which argued the only source for truth should be the monarch. Scientific reality undercuts most of RFK Jr.’s views so science must be crushed. As Paul Krugman says, we’ll see “the administration firing anyone suspected of being more loyal to science than they are to Donald Trump.”

The current administration is “particularly hostile to agencies that generate what they feel are findings that obstruct their own agendas. Safety regulations of all sorts, environmental concerns, climate change, and of course anything that comes within a million miles of suggesting that some groups in society have historically been put at a deliberate disadvantage relative to others: all of it has to go.”

Not only do they have to lash out at dissenters, they have to pretend the Felon knows what he’s doing. Case in point, the head of the United Auto Workers has declared tariffs are great — who cares if rich people lose money on stocks? As if 401ks and IRAs weren’t the primary retirement-funding for millions of working Americans. Or the argument that having overseas workers laboring in dangerous conditions for pennies a day are somehow ripping off American consumers.

On top of that, we have the right-wing media ecosystem where everyone’s scrabbling for attention and the money is in saying increasingly outrageous things. Benny Johnson, who got cash from Russia (allegedly not knowing about it), goes back to the classic, covid as a conspiracy. Newsmax wants viewers angry that bike lanes exist. I’d laugh off all this bullshit but a surprising amount will filter into the mainstream. The lies about schools catering to furries, for instance, are crackpot bullshit but Republicans won’t let go of them.

It’s unfortunate that when things like the Felon’s idiotic tariff policies smash up against reality, all of us will feel the shocks.

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A trio of paperback covers for Wednesday

First, Richard Powers, depicting science fiction as only he does.

Second, an Ed Emshwiller cover.

And last, this uncredited one.

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Three actors on the edge of sanity!

Cocaine was a wildly popular drug in the 1980s so perhaps it’s not surprising that along with the Hyde-as-cokehead comedy Jekyll and Hyde, Together Again we got a dramatic take on the same idea, EDGE OF SANITY (1989). It’s also a little surprising that it’s the second mash-up of Hyde with Jack the Ripper (following Doctor Jekyll and Sister Hyde) and the second film where Hyde’s killing spree is a response to childhood trauma (see also Dr. Black, Mr. Hyde). Nor is it as good as any of them.

Henry Jekyll’s (Anthony Perkins) research in the film is based on the real use of cocaine as an anesthetic in the late 1800s. At the time it seemed like a wonder drug, one that could numb the body to surgical pain without the potential harms of chloroform or ether. The film never names the drug but it’s quite obvious, particularly when Jekyll mentions how it peps him up, gives him more energy and generally makes him feel wonderful.

Trouble comes when a lab monkey spills some chemicals on Jekyll’s coke stash, creating vapors that transform him into a freaky-looking version of himself. Worse, it unlocks his hidden self, which turns out to be a pissed-off, vengeful child. As a kid, Jekyll spied on his father getting it on with a woman when the couple caught him; his dad beat him while the woman laughed.

Hyde apparently has no hard feelings about his father humiliating him but bitterly resents the woman, whom he assumes was a whore (much as Bernie Casey’s Dr. Black blames the brothel staff for not helping his dying mother but doesn’t hold a grudge against their male clients), for mocking him. As Hyde he goes out into the streets and brothels, gets sex workers alone, and kills them. When his wife has almost talks him back to sanity, he starts thinking about that woman from his childhood, about a streetwalker who laughed at him while her pimp stole his money … Suddenly he imagines his wife laughing too, then Hyde resurfaces. It’s the embodiment of Margaret Atwood’s line about how men fear women will laugh at them, women fear men will kill them.

The result comes off very much like an anti-drug preachment (kids, don’t do cocaine!) which makes me wonder if that was part of the inspiration. It’s not good and feels more misogynist than Dr. Black, Mr. Hyde (the lead women were a lot stronger there) but from the point of view of writing my book, it is an interesting take. “Suppose you found yourself at the edge of a labyrinth — or better still a dark forest.”

THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE (1989) was an adaptation J. Michael Straczynski penned for Showtime’s Nightmare Classics, with Anthony Andrews as a shy, socially awkward Jekyll unable to speak his love for Laura Dern out loud (she is obviously eager for him to do so). Instead he buries himself in his research to manipulate brain chemistry and create a man of pure goodness — which, spoilers, goes horribly wrong.

Andrews’ performance is impressive. He’s a sadly awkward man as Jekyll; as Hyde he looks normal physically but his body language is repulsive (fitting Stevenson’s concept of Hyde as a man who repels people for no clear reason). He’s rigidly stiff to the point his lips hardly move, stares right past the people he’s talking to, rarely raises his voice above a monotone. It’s creepy, though it’s at odds with the idea of Hyde as a man of no inhibitions. Was it that along with his inhibitions his ability to connect was stripped away by the transformation? In any case, Jekyll finds himself hooked on his new life (“Without him, I find the days colorless and sterile.”) leading inevitably to tragedy. A good adaptation, and Dern is always charming to watch. “He thought he could release his true nature, and he did. The poor fool — it was me.”

When I watched the 1990 JEKYLL AND HYDE for Cyborgs, Santa Claus and Satan, I found it competent and entertaining but not a stand-out. That assessment doesn’t change. Here Michael Caine’s Jekyll, like Andrews, believes in changing people by changing brain chemistry, much to the outrage of Joss Ackland’s Dr. Lanyon. A titan of medical theory, his view is our biology determines our mind at birth; he sees Jekyll questioning this as a personal attack. To complicate things, the widowed Jekyll was married to Lanyon’s daughter and over the course of the movie winds up in an affair with her married sister (Cheryl Ladd)

Caine does a competent job in the lead but nowhere near as good as Andrews or Jack Palance. And the movie hand-waves any details that would make Caine’s Jekyll less likeable. Rather than trample a little girl (the memorable scene that introduces us to Hyde in the original novel), Hyde simply knocks her aside while running from the cops, after which a horse tramples her; Jekyll, rather than buying off her family, treats her injuries. The movie does show Hyde is a monster — he abuses the women he sleeps with and thinks nothing of killing people who piss him off — but we never get a reason why Jekyll keeps turning back into such a monster. “Evil is not a scientific word.”

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Mayday! Misogyny is loose! Here’s some links to prove it.

All those millions of good-paying jobs the Felon is promising? His administration isn’t helping women land any of them. Eliminating Head Start will make it harder for moms to work — why, it’s almost like Republicans want women back in the home or something.

Bizarrely, the administration’s opposition to DEI leads to them dictating other countries must end programs.

“White middle class boys are only slightly less likely to go to college than white middle class girls, with only a 2% college enrollment gap (51% female vs. 49% male). Black male students, meanwhile, comprise just 37% of Black college attendees. Yet the discourse around the “boy crisis” often seems to revolve around the problems faced by white, middle class boys.”

Is the boy crisis the result of pissed-off fathers? Or maybe it’s the right’s increasing contempt for decent male behavior. Or any human decency.

Andrew Tate’s a misogynist and alleged rapist. Our law-and-order administration is keen to set him free.

Missouri wants to create a state registry of pregnant women at risk for an abortion. No way that could be abused, right? Texas to Missouri: hold my beer.

How to be anti-abortion and anti-vax simultaneously: “Certifiable whackjob Robert F. Kennedy Jr. is now claiming that there is “a lot of aborted fetus debris” in the vaccine that protects against measles, mumps, and rubella.” You will be shocked, shocked, that he is lying.

Republicans say they hate groomers — but they’re all in on child marriage.

“Feminism is just leftism in a skirt.” — old fart Andrew Klavan who seems to think this is a serious critique.

A cop took a young rape victim for a rape kit, then sexually abused her.

More forced-birther bullshit.

“Of course, the theme in all this is ultimately men creating a sacralized hierarchy that crowns their genitalia at the top. Driscoll once told the men of his church their penis was God’s penis. He said, “Knowing that his penis would need a home, God created a woman to be your wife and when you marry her and look down you will notice that your wife is shaped differently than you and makes a very nice home.””

“It’s always a female human and a male beast.”

Mohler sneered that empathy is “an artificial virtue,” calling empathy “destructive and manipulative. Empathy means never having to say no,” Mohler insisted, attacking the straw-iest of strawmen.”

“Let’s be clear: The Tifton police themselves say this was a miscarriage. They’re not claiming it was an illegal abortion—and even if it were, Georgia law doesn’t allow the prosecution of people who have abortions. So why is this a police matter? Why did they send the fetus to the Georgia Bureau of Investigation’s Crime Lab for a fucking autopsy?”

“The Greens and their supporters (many of whom are, or were shaped by, their support-ees) frame this dispute in a dishonest and self-serving way. They believe that IUDs and emergency contraception are “abortifacients,” they say, because of their religious belief that “life begins at conception.” But that’s a dodge. This dispute is not about the belief that life begins at the moment of conception. It’s about the belief that conception occurs at the moment of ejaculation.”

“Women are presumed to care about other people, and are therefore too emotional to be on the Supreme Court, and even their most blatantly text-based arguments must somehow spring from this well of irrational feeling that sits in their skulls in place of a brain. Men, on the other hand, are presumed to be rational actors, even when they spend most of their public lives behaving with what can only be described as a shocking level of emotional incontinence — behaving, literally, like unruly children, screaming “you’re a dummy!” “no, you’re a dummy!” at one another.”

Remember, though, it’s not all bad: “Things get better and they get worse, at the same time … we’re resisting and we’re being crushed at the same time always, like they’re parallel tracks.” Here’s a look at two women in the 19th century who fought for their rights. And what happened when 90 percent of Iceland’s women walked off the job.

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A magical family, a unicorn and witchcraft: books read

THE IMPROVISERS: A Murder and Magic Novel by Nicole Glover is in the same universe as her The Conductors, with a protagonist who’s the grandchild of the detectives there. A barnstomer in the 1930s (based on Bessie Coleman, a real-life black female pilot), she stumbles across a magical murder and investigates, bringing her family in on the case.

The barnstorming opening reminds me what I loved most about the first book (Improvisers is third in the series with) was the period detail; the mystery was the weakest part. This one has less period detail and a lot more mystery (given her eccentric family chiming in, I’d class it as a magical cozy). So not as good.

Comic-strip writer/artist Dana Simpson recently announced she was shutting down her daily Phoebe and Her Unicorn strip because graphic novels were working better for her as a revenue source. That prompted me to pick up THE MAGIC STORM in which Phoebe and her BFF, Marigold Sparklingnostrils, must investigate a strange storm that’s shutting down not only the town’s power grid but magical energy too. As a fan of the strip I enjoyed it, though it felt like the pacing was a little off (more like the strip, not like a self-contained graphic novel).

Reviewing Manly Wade Wellman’s After Dark, I said it came off close to a non-supernatural conspiracy thriller. That’s even more two of the third Silver John novel, THE LOST AND THE LURKING, in which the government sends John to an abandoned mill town that’s become the center of the International Wiccan Communist Conspiracy. No, seriously: the town’s been taken over by witches/Satanists (in this book, they’re the same thing) and they’re now contacting unfriendly foreign powers to do Something (we never learn what).

I like that John’s repeated encounters with evil have toughened his spirit to the point he can shake off most of the cult’s initial enchantments. That makes it disappointing that when things ramp up — he ends up in a very bad situation — it’s resolved by John simply carrying a magic talisman rather than his inner strength (oh, and a literal Magical Negro helps). It’s a disappointing book though I still want to read the remaining two, The Hanging Stones and The Voice of the Mountain (which I remember as the best of the novels). However they’re priced higher than I want to spend so it may be a while.

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