By Lakira Mitchum
The wonderful world of Disney part 2
The art of being a misfit
Disney became a king not seeing he was becoming the king of misfits, isn’t it funny how we tend to forget we are human and in the eyes of God we are just babes wanting their mother’s milk again. We seem to lack understanding what he has been trying to teach us all this time ,I have not once let the humility of Disney dawn upon me as child, I only saw fantasy and fun but,I do now see that mickey is a mouse because he’s a the Jewish king of the happiest kingdom in the world. Sadly, the world still finds a reason to hate Jews while supporting a symbol like mickey the mouse. We don’t see that the borderlines don’t make sense, the racism for blacks still exist, but they still hip hop listen at white clubs and parties.
So I’m trying to understand what racism is still, in this generation Why is it so hard to see, this tiny glimpse of negativity that still itches my ass in the middle of the night. Why don’t we see the dismembered misunderstanding the things society is still ignoring, you still admit you don’t care about other humans but yourself. “you’re black get over it!” what the hell does that mean? how are we still friends? words echo through my mind that I can’t comprehend what is wrong with me, little brown eyes nappy haired me? So I look at big titles like Disney, they accept him, I look at other races that try to build a self esteem in the community. So here I am becoming the queen of Misfits, the lover of losers the singer of doubtful dreams and idolized Gods. Who am I to admire Disney? a white man’s idol, a little white girls prince charming? I did question why all the princesses were white, and I did prefer the black Barbie more than the white one. I didn’t always think about how my name “Lakira” leaves a sour taste in the employers mouths, or teachers mouths, or anyone’s mouths I just saw myself as a human. I noticed the Supremes, the precious white judges, the pretty white girl that tells me to get over racism because its not really there but, it is. I left my white friends not because I hate them but because in their eyes in, they avoid the confrontation and decide to be the condescending fake, friends that they are not all white people are like this but, I realized the truth is, I accidently made some people realize they hate niggers no exceptions.
So what am I supposed to do about this? How am I suppose to feel? I should just know discrimination is implied so much in this country that it seems almost unconventional to even exist knowing no wants to hire my ghetto looking ass . I can’t control others thoughts about my race , my name , or racism against Asians, Indians, Jewish people, native Americans, etc. to be honest manifest destiny still goes on to this day but, they call them missionaries. But, other than that, let’s go about my explanation with my why and how I became A fan of Disney, when I found about the book Maus and what the mouse symbolizes, that’s what made me tick. Mickey mouse actually represents what the Egyptians illustrated as the image of the God of the Hebrews in ancient times. The meek and humble squeaky creature represents the normal working Jewish man, Walt Disney is and was that symbol the symbol that made the world ignore Jewish pride, the totally disregard how powerful a misfit like Mickey can become, Disney is hope. We see now he is excepted, but their was a time during ww2 Walter was patronized and I do remember this, and I wonder sometimes if he died happy. He was an humanitarian that occasionally guilty of discrimination I admit but, let’s look at it’s a small world.
To be continued