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It is because society tells us that women are objects, not subjects, that Stephen Hawkings can declare women to be “a complete mystery”, and have newspapers gleefully latch on to this, declaring women “the greatest mystery known to man”. It is a common refrain for men to bleat about not understanding women, but this is because they have simply never tried, because society has trained them to never look at life through the eyes of a woman.


You’ve probably never heard of Jackie Ormes and that’s a goddamn tragedy. But it’s not surprising—there is no “Jackie Ormes Omnibus” available on Amazon.com, no “Collected Patty-Jo ‘n’ Ginger,” no “Essential Torchy Brown.” She won no awards, can be found in no hall of fame, and is usually treated as “an interesting find” by comic historians. She’s become a curio, a funny little facet of history, undiscovered, even, by today’s wave of geek-oriented feminism.

Jackie Ormes was the first African-American woman cartoonist. Yeah. That’s who we’re ignoring. Her work for the Pittsburgh Courier and the Chicago Defender—both incredibly influential African-American newspapers—was utterly groundbreaking and remains unique, even in the context of modern comics. Her first work, Torchy Brown in Dixie to Harlem, featured the adventures of the titular Torchy, a stylish, intelligent young African-American woman who (feigning illiteracy) boards a whites-only train car to New York City and changes her life. Torchy’s story is a great, irreverent window into the migration of Southern-born African-Americans to the North, a movement that defined 20th-century America—but it is also the story of a girl on her own, living her own life and making her own choices. Torchy was an incredible aspirational figure, the likes of which barley exists in modern comics: an independent, optimistic, fashionable and adventurous black woman. Ormes would later revive Torchy’s story in Torchy in Heartbeats, a strip that introduced international adventure into the heroine’s life. In Heartbeats, Torchy traveled to South America, dated idealistic doctors, battled environmental exploitation and confronted racism at every turn. She was, frankly, awesome

And then there was Patty-Jo ‘n’ Ginger, her most successful and longest-running work. Patty-Jo ‘n’ Ginger was a single panel gag strip, like Family Circus—an illustration with a caption beneath it. Ginger was a beautiful, stylish young woman always accompanied by her little sister Patty-Jo, a clear-eyed, sardonic kid who spent most strips calling out the bullshit they endured on a daily basis as black women. Ormes’ talents shine through especially well in these little stories: her canny wit, the absolutely gorgeous clothes she drew her women in (seen also in her Torchy Togs paper dolls) and her skillful, succinct way of imparting to the reader just how goddamn stupid our society can be about gender and race. Patty-Jo is never shamed or taken down a peg for being an intelligent, outspoken little girl—in fact, she was made into a highly popular doll that wasn’t an obnoxious Topsy-style stereotype. She preceded Daria, Emily the Strange, Lian Harper, all those wry little girls we celebrate today—and yet, I see her on no t-shirts, can find her in no libraries. Patty-Jo is celebrated only in doll-collecting circles at this point, as the cute little symbol of a bygone age.

At Jackie Ormes’ height as a cartoonist, her work reached one million people per week. In the 1940s and 1950s, she reached one million people per week. She didn’t just surpass barriers—she leapt merrily over them. She introduced the general populace to a voice that had always existed, but was seldom heard—a voice that is still smothered today. She created African-American women who unapologetically enjoyed glamour, who pioneered their own futures, who refused to keep silent about the walls they found themselves scraping against every day. I haven’t even covered the half of it: Ormes was also an avid doll collector, served on the founding board of directors of the DuSable Museum of African-American history, and was targeted by the McCarthy-led witchhunts of the 1950s. Remember Jackie Ormes. Celebrate Jackie Ormes. Visit The Ormes Society and support the essential work they do. Keep her memory alive so that we may enjoy a million more Torchys and Patty-Jos in our comics—instead of the paltry handful we are offered today.

(First in a series on women in the comics industry.)

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Moniquilliloquies.: juror b37 and the racist complicity of white womanhood


We were supposed to feel bad for HER. SHE was put in a difficult position. SHE cried. SHE signed with a literary agent to tell HER story. SHE went on Anderson Cooper to talk about HER experience.

Nowhere in Juror B37’s interview was a sense of empathy for her Black sisters. There were plenty of tears, of course, but they were not tears of rage at a racist judicial system at which she, as a citizen of Florida, was called to participate in. There was plenty of empathy for George Zimmerman, to the point where she put words in his mouth, but there was no empathy for Sybrina Fulton or Tracy Martin, no sorrow that a child died for simply existing in the world, one of the greatest tragedies I can think of.

Juror B37 is the monstrous specter of white womanhood, the plantation mistress, the mother who said My child’s school will not be integrated!, the woman who puts her whiteness over her humanity again and again.

I say this as a white person who generally reads as a woman and who cares deeply about gender equity: this is the failure of empathy that Black women, genderqueer people and other WOC/TWOC/QPOC have been telling us about for forever and a day. There is a history of white women in the Klan and other racist organizations. There is a history of white capital-F feminist organizations ignoring the specific stories, histories and contexts of women of color. It is something that persists to this day and beyond.

And we have been covering our ears and saying Not me. I would never do that. I’m not racist! Not ME. Why are you being so divisive? Why are you making this about race?  

Not ME. It is that centering of ourselves and our experiences again. Yes, white men push our experiences and stories out of the way so that they can hear themselves talk - and we do the exact same thing to the stories of POC. We, like juror B37, are raised in a white supremacist world, in which our bodies are not devalued simply on the color of our skin. We will never intimately understand that. But we can listen, we can put aside our egos, we can understand that we will never not be complicit in white supremacy but that we can work actively to dismantle it by offering our support, love, and empathy, by decentering ourselves, by asking ‘How can I help?’ 

Sometimes the answer is that we can’t. Sometimes it helps for us to do the shitwork - the flyering, the phonebanking, the spreading of the word. Sometimes it’s showing up to an event in solidarity (and not making ourselves key organizers/the center of attention unless we are very explicitly invited to do so).

But we need to listen.

We need to set aside our egos.

Otherwise we are no better than Juror B37. 

(Thanks to Brittney Cooper from the Crunk Feminist Collective for pushing for pieces of this type. I am not sure if I would have been able to put it together in such words without her post this morning.)

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Reminders about your friendly neighbourhood watchman:

Funny how there was so much scrutiny of Martin’s past in the media, while you never really heard much about this stuff …

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Some problems we share as women, some we do not. You [white women] fear your children will grow up to join the patriarchy and testify against you; we fear our children will be dragged from a car and shot down in the street, and you will turn your backs on the reasons they are dying.
— Audre Lorde, “Age, Race, Class, and Sex: Women Redefining Difference”  (via reesh)

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this isn’t about race
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Do Unpaid Internships Lead to Jobs? Not for College Students

The results were even worse when it came to salary. Among students who found jobs, former unpaid interns were actually offered less money than those with no internship experience.

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