The white fascist attack on Black femininity (Part 4)...Jill Scott's oral fixation, unresolved subconscious traumas, whitey's "3-staged" plan for Black women, and the "closure" of a celebrity crush...

To the readers of this Blog: Beyond apologizing for missing my deadline scheduling of this forum’s posts, I have to say, that I not only wasn’t gonna’ write another posting for this series (any time soon), but I’d made a conscious effort to stay (far) away from this kind of subject matter dealing with “The white fascist attack on Black women”—lest I come off like some super-jaded Black man who’s just hatin’ on sistas. Understand, I truly try to strike a balance when it comes to writing about the specific dysfunctions plaquing Black men and women. Reason is, it’s too easy to get caught up in the whole “gender-warring” paradigm when you’re an (indigenous) Black person, writing about our state(s) of grace or disgrace.

So, whenever I write about a wide-spread dysfunction amongst Black women, I always attempt to counter it with a similar one in Black men, and vice-versa.

With that said, I’m sure everyone reading this has seen the Jill Scott video where she’s pretending to fellate her microphone. And if you haven’t, it’s all over YouTube, so you don’t have to take my word for it. Now, even though I was set to write about another topic, this vid went viral, and being that I once had a crush on Jill, I felt duty-bound to comment on not only what her actions are really saying, but why we, more than anyone else, should view her actions in the context of the white fascism that created them.

Now, I can hear people saying—bruh, can you come up off that whole white fascism deal when it comes to us? Some people are just naturally screwed up and destined to stay that way—live wit’ it.

Well, I CAN’T!

AND, I WON’T!

Reason being is, if I, for one moment, indulge in the thought(s) that the dysfunctions displayed by our people are NATURAL TO US, then I’m doomed to hate myself and everyone else who looks like me, for being Black.

And I’ve spent the majority of my life feeling this way, so I’ll be damned if I go back.

Moreover, I’ve done the work to know that because we have the most genetic power(s) to breed whitey out of existence, that we have a larger bullseye on our backs than any other kind of person, when it comes to initiatives meant to destroy the Black man, woman, and family. So, I hope you understand that this ain’t an indictment of Jill, it’s an attempt to understand why this beautiful and rich sista is having such a hard time finding “Mr. Right”, when she has all the tools to do so (Halle Berry). 

So, I’d like you to keep this in mind while you read this post, and as always, I welcome your feedback, ‘cause more than anything, I created this space to be a sounding board for not only what ails us, but how we can resolve it. And that manifesto is one I’ll follow til’ this blog’s end.

—MontUHURU Mimia

Jillian “Jill” Scott was born on April 4^th, 1972 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and grew up in North Philly being raised by her mother, Joyce Scott, and her grandmother. During her youth, she recalled being “very much a loved child”, while learning the “three ‘r’s’” at the Philadelphia School for Girls.

She attended Temple University thereafter, where she studied “secondary education”, in hopes of becoming a school teacher, but was dissuaded from doing so, after getting a job as a teacher’s aide. Thus, she dropped out of Temple U., in pursuit of her dream as a singer.

Not too long after her trials at Temple, did she land an apprenticeship with a theater company. And after that, she was hired as a cast member for a touring Canadian production of the play, “Rent”. Then, Jill hit her stride as a “spoken word” artist in the Philadelphia area, where she was one of the many promising poets who recited poetry, hummed songs and rapped at various gatherings around Philly. While making her rounds as a poet, she went on to record seven songs with DJ Jazzy Jeff. Yep, the same one who was wit’ the “Fresh Prince”, Will Smith. In the midst of this and appearing on various Philly stages, she caught the eye of “The Roots” Questlove, and got her chance to co-write the song, “You Got Me”. This song was not only recorded by The Roots and Erykah Badu, but the single earned a Grammy Award. Once this created a buzz around her, Jill was signed to “Hidden Beach Recordings” and put out the album, “Who is Jill Scott?” (Words and Sounds Volume 1) in 2000. And the album went on to score Jill 3 Grammy Awards of her own.

Now, let’s stop here a sec’.

Shortly after this, is when I developed a crush on Jill, cause of her bohemian/“earth-mortherly” vibe. She wore her hair in a long natural, was fond of wearing dashikis, and had the outward appearance of being peaceful and non-judgmental, which is what every brotha’s looking for in a Black woman. And mind you, this was despite the fact that Jill was “big-boned”—and plenty of other brothas will vouch for this. So no, it’s not all about a bangin’ booty ladies.

Now, fast forward to 2013—I remember hearing that Jill was gonna’ be on the Aresnio Hall show, and naturally, I wanted to watch, but when I tuned in, Jill came out in a weave and a shirt that had her cleavage spilling out of it—and I was like, Jill? And mind you, this is about the time that the movie, “Baggage Claim” was released in theaters. And in this flick, Jill plays some over-sexed harlot of an airline stewardess—and this is when I knew she was headed down a wrong path. And mind you, this was after the birth of her son, and her first divorce.

But let’s cut to the chase, and talk about Jill’s viral vid…

This past Tuesday, on November 13^th, a video surfaced of Jill, where she, shall we say, orally stimulates her stage mic—and afterwards, in her defense, she sent out a “tweet” saying: “I sing/act out all kinds of stories. You should “cum” to my shows. After a Jill Scott show, most people get splendidly laid by whoever they came with…”

Now, I’m not one to get worked up over the salacious scandal(s) of Jill’s career, but in so many words, let me tell you 3 things that Jilly was really saying when she did, what she did…

#1. Jill’s simulated sex act was a loud cry for help.

Jill Scott is in a lotta’ pain, y’all. And the source of said pain is her quandary over not knowing why she can’t find “Mr. Right”. And this might sound particularly melodramatic, but I can almost see her staring out of a wide window most evenings and thinking, okay, I’m obviously talented and rich, and I bump into men who tell me I’m beautiful all the time—so, where’s my man? And Jill’s display of oral gymnastics was a public attempt at finding him.

#2. Jill’s simulated sex act, unbeknownst to her, makes her look more masculine than feminine.

Now, originally this series focused on the “Dora Milaje-like” “buzz-cutted” hairstyles that Marvel’s Black Panther movie glorified. And the last post in this series had me writing specifically about Sanaa Lathan’s Netflix movie, “Nappily Ever After”. But my diatribes about sistas with short hair cuts wasn’t just about hairstyles, but the connotations that go along with them. Now, I noticed as of late, Jill has also started donning a short hair style (upper left), and once again I must say, this will dissuade the majority of men from looking at her in the context of a woman they wanna’ be in a long-term relationship with or being someone they wanna’ be married to. Now ladies, am I saying that I wanna’ see more Black women wearing weaves?

HELL NO!

I’m saying that long locks, or a long “natural” will make you look more feminine, and will make you more appealing to men in general, than a short, buzz-cut-of-a-hairdo, that makes you look like you don’t have any hair to style AT ALL.

#3. Here’s why feminists will encourage Jill’s behavior.

white feminists especially will laud and applaud Jill for what she did for not one, but 3 reasons, and they are: 1.) white women know that Black women making themselves look over-sexed, makes them look more masculine, while making white women look more feminine. 2.) white women know the cultural currency associated with femininity, and they at all costs wanna’ keep that for themselves, while telling Black women that they’re “sisters in the struggle”. 3.) the modern-day white women knows what kind of disadvantage she’s at with Black female curves becoming the norm (that’s why they’re injecting silicone into their lips and butts). So, whitey’s being portrayed as the archetypal/stereotypical, demure, fragile flower-of-a-woman, is one way, they can maintain their coveted status as the world’s prettiest (and most feminine) female.

Now, I said I’d list “3” things Jill was saying when she performed that simulated sex act, but there’s one mo’ thing I’d be remiss for not sayin’, so let’s go for 4…

#4. Jill’s simulated sex act said that she can’t find a “good” Black man to date or marry.

Now, there’s a large contingency of (swirling) sistas who’re thinkin’, welp, if Jill really wants to find “Mr. Right”, she needs to stop dating/marrying brothas. And to that I’ll say this: once I dated a sista who showed me that she really wanted to be in a relationship—and this woman even pointed out an older Black couple, and said she fancied that for herself. A couple of weeks later, we had a disagreement about which movie we’d see, and behind that, this woman let loose a tirade of every negative Black male stereotype you could think of, towards me. Mind you, not only did she have this kinda’ pernicious stockpile deeply embedded in her subconscious, but as a result, she felt she should be the head of a household, over a man. Needless to say, I moved on.

Now, a lot of Black women are probably reading this and thinking, well, just ‘cause Jill might be that way around Black men, don’t mean she’s gonna’ comport herself like that around white, and non-Black men. Now, if you’ve read my previous editorials about this subject, I say several times that at least half of Black women are so subconsciously hard-wired to act this way around Black men, they can’t help but act the same way around white or non-Black ones. And you shouldn’t take my word for this, just ask Halle Berry.

And let me also say, that this is one of the dysfunctions I talked about, that have been bred into us. Meaning, you can’t talk about this state-of-mind in some Black women, without talking about the white fascist machinations in america, that created this. Again, NONE OF OUR DYSFUNCTIONS ARE NATURAL TO US—THEY’VE ALL BEEN CONDITIONED INTO US BY aMERICA’S SOCIAL ORDER!

Still, I can hear some sistas saying, bruh—you don’t know that this is what Jill’s suffering from—she might be the sweetest, most complicit domestic partner a Black man could want. And her failed relationships could all be the fault of these low-life brothas. And to that I say, Jill never saw her mother in a successful relationship with a Black man, so she has no real point of reference for maintaining one. Mind you, I believe in my heart of hearts, that Jill desperately wants a successful relationship with a Black man, but the household she grew up in, not only taught her how to work against that, but it taught her that any man she’s married to (a Black man especially) should be subservient to her in a household. And no real man is gonna’ agree with this.

And what makes this malady even more insidious, is the fact that this is all embedded in Jill’s subconscious—thus, she’ll probably never recognize the problem on that level, and she’ll never do the work to resolve it.

Now, with all that said, I’m still hoping one day Jill meets that “Mr. Right” Black man—but until she does the subconscious work to resolve the issues she has with us, her relationships with Black men, will never work. Moreover, because she’s so successful in other areas of her life, I doubt that she’ll ever feel a need to change much of anything about herself—especially on any kind of mental level(s).

Thus, even with a sliver of hope for Jill finding Mr. Right, I’m kinda’ closing my file on the crush I once had on her. Cause not only is she portraying herself as damaged goods, but she’s role-modeling this type of behavior for younger Black women.

And that’s something none of us should support.

Later…

—MontUHURU Mimia

P.S.

Now, the vid clip of Jill giving her mic a simulated “job”, is too debauched for me to post here, but the vid I will post, is one of her being inebriated while documenting the moment on social media.  And I’m not trying to promote the YouTuber, “Just Shenanigans”, but this is the best vid (and commentary) I found, dealing wit’ Jill’s fiascoes. And one last thing I’d like to say about Jill and the modern-day, strong, independent, “I don’t need no man”, type of sista, is that Jill’s dysfunctional state, is where the embrace of white fascist mores about Black men (i.e. white feminism) will lead you. And this involves keeping you in 3 states of being, and those are (again): 1. well-paid, 2. over-sexed, and 3. alone.

P.P.S.

*Addendum — 11/29/18: Family, once again, I’d be remiss, if I didn't show y’all this: Here's the official trailer for the movie “Baggage Claim”, where, as I wrote earlier, Jill plays some tramped-out, harlot-of-an-airline-stewardess. Now, I want you to pay particularly close attention to the opening of this clip, more specifically, the parts starting @ 0:19 til' 0:29. This is the part where Jill, as the trampy stewardess says: “If you need a man honey, I can get you one of those...” She then beckons the male bar attendant, and right afterwards, the white guy in the bunch says, “Why don't you marry Gayle? If she goes a week without waxing her mustache, they’ll think it’s Steve Harvey.”

Now, here’s what the white guy (who represents white men in general) is really saying about Gayle/Jill—he’s stating that in a man's mind, an over-sexed woman, equates to a hyper-masculine woman. And that’s cause no man wants to think that the female he’s dating, has had more sex partners than he’s had. And mind you, Paula Patton’s character states emphatically that it’s not a man she needs, it’s a husband. This is making a clear distinction between a woman who men deem worthy of marriage, and a woman who's strictly relegated to the “one-night stand”, or jump-off status quo.