Conceivably, if the book had not reached the African-American community of readers, if such a category still exists, perhaps there might be some backlash
so apparently save the pearls author, victoria foyt, is unsure if black kids actually read.
Missturdle gave me this gem from the article
Her love interest, Bramford, is a Coal. So yeah, this is about an interracial relationship in a post-apocalyptic world. Or more narrowly, if you take out the question of race, a Beauty and the Beast story in which both parties must find self-acceptance (no story spoilers) before they can discover true love.
Not too many years ago, I can imagine that this story might have generated heated comments about the sexualized fantasies about black men. And yeah, there was one. And having checked out that blogger, I strongly suspect that he belongs to a much older generation than young adults.
Otherwise, I’m happily surprised to say there has been not a blip of protest.
So yeah, I guess that “powerful, beastly man who she believes is her enemy” quote is indeed describing a Black character.
“Soap-mouth-washing words that were forbidden in my youth now populate rap songs so often I wonder if, happily, they have lost their vile connotations.”
NO. THESE ARE NOT WORDS YOU ARE EVER ALLOWED TO USE, YOU HORRIBLE WOMAN.
“Imagine this: a fourth grade girl with wild curly hair, huge green eyes and large bee-stung lips, her skin perpetually tanned from the Florida sun, stands alone waiting for her mother to pick her up after school. A large yellow school bus begins to pull away when a young boy sticks his head out of the window and hurls a racial slur at the girl.
Her first reaction is shame. He has slandered her with an ugly epithet — a disgusting remark about her lips. Later, she wonders how he could possibly have mistaken her race. She is white, the remark usually targeted at blacks. (The term “African American” did not exist in that day.)
Confused and hurt, she wonders why her appearance should elicit such hatred. She hides this incident in the back of her mind and never repeats it to anyone until many years later when she writes a book in which she turns racial stereotypes upside down.”
OH MY GOD YOU POOR THING. You were called a slur that was ~reserved for black people~ once when you were a kid. YOU HAVE BEEN SO WRONGED.
I dunno, for some reason that phrase gets me right in the heart-region.
My lips are one of my favorite features, and I wasn’t always like that, in fact it’s one of those radical self love things that I didn’t come into right away, and to hear Foyt just toss that out there…wow. Like, not even “full lips.” Just bee-stung. Negative thing. Unnatural. Other.