Just had a portion of hot potatoes. Even though they’ve received a bad rap lately, if they are left unpeeled and unfried, spuds can be quite health friendly. My plate consisted of a few small white potatoes as well as a few dark purple, almost black. In times past, I liked them hot with a drizzle of olive oil. But now a cool potato with a tad of garlic salt will do just fine. So today’s portion of hot potatoes had to sit and cool down.
As I was thinking of those hot potatoes, I popped on the tv to get a read on the weather forecast. I don’t usually pop on the tv, but the internet in our apartment was down so the tv was the source. While I was surfing to get to the weather, I saw a short clip of Whoppi G (I guess she plays on The View). Anyway, she was mad. And she was barking like a,…well, like a rabid human. She looked mean. And she was barking about race and how people shouldn’t talk about what they don’t know, slavery and single parents. Bark, bark, bark. Someone had thrown her a hot potato, and she was mashing it.
She didn’t actually use the words African American, but she didn’t need to. In that little clip, it was easy to determine who she was talking about. And speaking of hot potatoes and race, it’s interesting how we came to be so comfortable with the term “African American.” We went through several adjectives and nouns until we got there, so it must be the most pleasing, although not the most logical.
Obviously we are referring to African Americans as those who’s skin tone is not white. Or rather brown or black. But then that leaves out whites folks who are from Africa. Further, it kind of leaves hanging all the browns and blacks who are not from Africa. Take the blacks from south India. Those from Kerala are blacker than many AA’s in the USA. We don’t call them Indian Americans. That would be confusing because we have our own Indians. We can’t really contintentalize them and call them Asian Americans — that’s far too broad because for us, Asian Americans are those with slanted eyes, light skin and straight black hair. When we think of Asian, we think oriental, but not India or anywhere in the sub-continent.
Then there are the black Indians of Central and South America. So they are Central America Americans and South America Americans.
The AA’s in the USA have really gotten to be all shades between black and white. Take President O. We call him the first African American president. But he is half from African blood and half from non-African blood (white). To call him African American is not conveying the complete picture. For example, say you cut up a full cup of bananas and a full cup of strawberries and mix them in a bowl and eat that mixture for breakfast. If someone asks you afterwards what you ate for breakfast and you said, “I had a bowl of bananas,” you would not technically be lying, but you would not be conveying the correct picture.
But the whole race thing, especially in this country, has gotten to be one big hot potato. It has the tendency of making people squishy. You want to mash the potato down and melt butter on it. Or better, cut it up and deep fry it. And I don’t know why I’m writing about such a hot potato. This is all probably better left unwritten. Maybe I should have my blog head examined.
Either way, I still have trouble getting mashed potatoes down unless they are with something more solid, which is a switch. Mashed, they have a tendency to stick in the throat and I’ve got to cough them back up and swallow again. (what a pretty picture). But that’s what needs to be done when you get a potato that is a little too hot to handle. Sometimes it may be better to simply have patience and let it cool down.