Oprah Winfrey “picked” a book called American Dirt by Jeanine Cummins. Her virtual book club fell in line, couldnt wait to get it, slavered over the advance blurbs.
I haven’t read it. This post is about the “American Dirt controversy”.
The book is about a Mexican woman who flees over our border with her kid after a cartel kills her husband. The title, and Winfrey’s endorsement, lead me to believe that her experiences in El Norte maybe aren’t all she hoped, but I dk; the controversy isn’t about that, it’s about the fact that Cummins, who initially admitted to being white, dared to write about Mexico and aBout a Mexican woman.
For a white person to notice that Mexican cartels kill people is apparently the first outrage.
Although: how else establish the mis en scène? I mean if the heroine had a happy, peaceful life in Mexico, why would she risk the arduous illegal border crossing, the barbed wire which, if you look closely, you can see adorns the very pretty bright blue and white cover of the book?
Along these same lines, I read that it is okay for women seeking asylum to claim that all women, per se, are a “persecuted group” in Mexico and Central America! Because that’s s’posed to be the criterion to claim asylum, and it’s the only way a woman can get in if what she’s really fleeing is domestic abuse by one man.
So, um , all Mexican and Central American men are abusers? Y’mean, like,rapists? We don’t have to speculate about what happens if a white person postulates that about even a tiny portion of the Mexican population….
To the Left, all other countries are superior to ours, which doesn’t really even deserve to exist: “No border! No wall! No USA at all!” So, contrary to the old cliché about illegal immigrants seeking “a better life” here, I reckon the only acceptable way to explain their desperate clandestine sneaking across our border would be that they selflessly want to import, to us wretched American citizens, the vastly superior, “good“ lives they had in the shi—uh, shining cities—they came from.
At least, that would be the only acceptable way for a white author to handle the issue.
Ms. Cummins revealed, after the flak began flying, that she has a Puerto Rican grandparent. This was received by the woke as BOTH an attempt to brag about a not-good-enough “Latinx “ connection (I mean Puerto Ricans have been US citizens since 1917! So that hardly counts) AND as proof that she was initially ashamed of her abuel/o/a, which despiséd connection is, she now realizes, her only slim chance to escape universal obloquy.
Okay, I get it: no authors can ever write about any ethnic group of which they are, not only not a member, but also bearing the emblematic physical characteristics of the particular ra—sorry: “non-existent social construct “ about which they are writing.
Oh yuh, I’m woke; you can turn off the snooze alarm.
I just can’t decide whether the most socially acceptable response would be to buy and read the book, which would make me complicit in the author’s clearly white supremacist presumption—or to boycott it, which would be to demonstrate that as a white person the subject-matter just…doesn’t..interest me.
Right now I’m reading Italo Calvino’s The Cloven Viscount. And developing a lotta fellow-feeling for the eponymous gent.