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Ads That I Like deeply disturb me: #58


Much like some infamous ads that I have already featured, race and racial stereotypes are often at play in advertisments. Who could forget #51 ('little darkey in a watermelon'), #38 (‘Chip feels sorry for Jap kids’), #31 (‘darkies eating watermelon on the fence while the slaveholders puff on cigars’), #25 (‘really cute Eskimos beheading surprised seal’), and #6 (‘traumatised pickaninny has penis eaten by goose yet mistakes it for Nazi panzer attack’).

Yet this one disturbs me probably the most, and no, it is not the lack of burnt cork or muss (whatever that is). The whole notion of marketing the 'oddball eyes (adjustable to any angle!)', 'buck teeth' and 'plantation hat' as "great fun" is offensive to the extreme. The fact that the stereotypes are based on crude caricatures of misfortunes no doubt associated with neglect and ill-treatment makes it worse.

When you consider that these sort of ‘entertainments’ could still be commonly purchased in comics and magazines into the 1960s, and having seen enough of the ‘funny dress ups’ that routinely hit the press, you start to realise how far the world has to go. The fact this sort of thing offends most people is a sign of progress, but then I think back to the Spanish basketballers and Argentinean women’s soccer team doing the ‘slitty eye’ team photos, or the ‘great fun’ of some English cricket fans (and tabloids) dressing up as ‘Gyppos’ to abuse Jason Gillespie during the Ashes series in 2005.

What do people think? I know that people are looking from all over, and that different places have different prejudices, but I am keen to know whether people think that things are much better in your part of the world on this score?

Comments

Unknown said…
I must confess I have never seen anything like that before and I am a little speechless... It is hard for me to believe this is for real!...
but it is, isn't it?!... and that is quite sad indeed...

P.S. yesterday photo is just awesome!
I agree that it doesn't look real, but since it is, it's embarassing. It makes me cringe.
Neva said…
I live in America...of course there is racism....I imagine it is in all parts of the world somewhere.....I remember these as well...it is unfortunate that some of the world (and Americans) can't move beyond this. I think we have a long way to go regardless that we have an African American running for president. But there have been great strides...just not big enough...I have no time for racists....they are shallow minded and very very ignorant.
(How is your newest son doing?)
Anonymous said…
I am afraid we have to face racism everywhere. I never seen an ad like this but it doesnt mean I do not seen a lot of racism in Budapest.
freefalling said…
Have you seen anything of Mad Men on the tv/net?
It's about ad men on Madison Ave around 1960.
It's certainly eye-opening in terms of the role of women in society during that time (not to mention Jewish people and people with black skin).
Don't have time for all thoughts, but it is a pretty weird one. Then again, the 'n' word wasn't taboo for years and the Black & White Minstrel show ran in the UK until the end of the 1970s. They were adamant it wasn't racist ...

And of course we had the Dukes of Hazzard after that, with their stars and bars, and the horn (much imitated in NZ at the time) playing the first few bars of Dixie (I wish I was in the land of cotton) - google its lyrics for something else ...
Kris McCracken said…
JM and BD, I thought the same thing too.

Neva, too right! Not liking someone solely on their race is as absurd as disliking someone for what kind of ice cream they prefer.

Zsolt72, I am sure that Budapest is no different from most parts of the world in this regard.
Kris McCracken said…
FF, I have read about it, but haven’t checked it out yet. It sounds promising, and I’m glad that they haven’t airbrushed some of the more ‘dated’ viewpoints out of the picture. Too often that goes on, in the same way as too often people present too simplistic examples of viewpoints outside of their full context. I ummed and ahhhed about posting this, but think that it is condemnable whatever way that you look at it, even in its original context.

Ump, the minstrel show is an odd one, along with the Sambo and gollywog presentations. Although I’m sure that they were not intended as deliberately offensive, they did tend to present a negative physical stereotype (‘buck teeth and bug eyes’, for example).

The whole Dixie/confederacy historical memory is a sad tale all around. The deliberate and manipulative misuse of historical memory is a terrible crime, and evident from all angles in all countries.
sam said…
i'd love to say that we live in more enlightened times, and being an optimist, I thought for a while that things in this country were really improving. But the recent spate of xenophobic attacks have somewhat dampened my optimism! People may be more politically correct about the racist stuff they publish or say in public, but when stuff like that happens i can't help wondering if deep rooted prejudices have changed all that much on the inside....
Anonymous said…
People are far too sensitive about this. Ads like this are fine as long as they don't preach hatred. You folks need to grow a back bone.
Kris McCracken said…
Anonymous, are you the subject of ridicule in the ad? I'd assume that it would be safe to say that there wouldn't be a shortage of people that would feel that the depiction of race in that had is 'hateful'.

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