Dear Dr. Laura:
Forgive me if I seem discombobulated. See, I heard your name mentioned in current, and seemingly relevant, conversation, so I thought I’d slipped into a time warp. At lunch this past Saturday, Cynthia said it best, when she asked, “Is this the 90s? Why the hell am I hearing and saying Dr. Laura’s name?” This is officially getting old. Is there a great meeting of forgotten white celebrities that hash out how they’ll scam themselves back into relevance? Is there a great wheel that you spin with options such as “Pose Nude,” “Go to Rehab,” “Adopt a Minority PR Wet Dream Infant?” So I would imagine that you, like Michael Richards and Mel Gibson, hit the “Racist Asshole” bonanza. You were rude, you were dismissive, and yes, you were racist. Let’s not lose that in translation.
I’ll be frank here: when a person above the age of 40 makes ignorant, “I miss the days of yore” type statments, I don’t expect it, but I am not surprised. Part of this is because you come from a different time; a time where life thrived on exclusion. We had no idea about other races and cultures, because life was conducive to people living in little enclaves that only included people of their own class and culture. I don’t see that type of thing as telling.
What was telling, however, was your reaction and curt non-apology. Your deliberate tone punctuated your statement with, “Happy now niggers?” Yeah. We all heard it.
So now you have decided to not renew your contract at the end of the year, because you want to, “regain my First Amendment rights.” To say nigger? Color me confused again. According to your non-apology, you were wrong, but you told Larry King that you were a victim of hate groups and you did not want to live in fear. Okay…I’ll speak to you in terms you understand:
N-word 101 for Dr. Laura (Pardon me. Every time I say your name in the 21st century, I have to check my Beta Max for the time. )
Though I doubt very seriously any interest group has threatened you, I can safely say that uttering the n-word any time after, let’s say 1972 may not guarantee you getting a mudhole stomped in your bony posterior, but it makes it a distinct possibility. Black people don’t like white people saying that word. Ever. It’s not for you to decide that you would like to use it. WHY do you want to use it? (This goes for every white person that wonders why they can’t use it. Do you think it tastes like raspberry gelato on your tongue? It doesn’t.) I say that you aren’t fearful enough. If you knew like I know, you would not have dropped the n-bomb in the first place.
Additionally Doc, what you did was either wrong, or it wasn’t. So you can’t say out of one side of your mouth that it was wrong, then out of the other, cry censorship and blame hate groups. You, my dear, are the one who used hate speech. You are the one who told the caller, who revered and respected you enough to go to you for advice, that bristling under her husband’s friends’ hate speech was her being hypersensitive. But here’s where you are right: we do NOT want to debate you. As the great Negro philosopher Sean Carter once said, “A wise man told me don’t argue with fools/’Cause people from a distance can’t tell who’s who.” We want your variety of ignorance eliminated — eradicated either. There is no place for you.
So to you and your non-apology, I extend to you your much desired freedom. The freedom to suck it, and kiss my EN-TIRE ass. NOBODY’S FOOLING WITH YOU ANYWAY!