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Ads that I like #51



This is an ad for a toy.

That's right, a toy for kids.

No jokes.


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Fucking hell.

Comments

blackie said…
I wouldn't mind one actually! My MIL has a horrible lullaby about picanninies she sings to my baby, it it is truly creepy. Something about the word piccaninny is initself a bit scary I think
smudgeon said…
That's just...disturbing. On so many levels. Where do you dig this stuff up?
Kitty said…
this is from days of yore?
hm. we've come a loooooong way (thank goodness)
The D in D & T said…
yep. fucking. disgusting.
Susannah said…
Many years ago our family acquired what was referred to as a "Nigger Boy money box". It took the form of a head and shoulders of a person of dark skin. One placed a coin in the open palm, pressed a small lever behind the shoulder, the hand raised and the coin tipped in through the mouth. The lever mechanism was connected to the eyes and ears, which also moved.

I was fascinated with it. My other favourite toy was a gollywog. This was the late 50s, early 1960s. The time of Menzies and the White Australia Policy.

Hardly politically correct, but I am not sure what lasting effect it has had on my psyche. Should I add that my favourite High Court judgement is Mabo and others vs Queensland (No 2) (1992 175 CLR 1?
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, it must be Phoebe's b'day soon... the ideal present?

..., it's this damn Internet. I have another that is worse, I'm saving that for a sunny day.

Kitty, it is from the early 1940s, in an American comic book. I''m sure similar stuff can be found in all countries though (golliwogs, aboriginal yard statues, Tintin comics etc).

The D (in D & T), well said!

Susannah, I wouldn't condemn anyone who is bought up with this stuff around them. It is those who have had the opportunity to break their ignorance, but don't that I worry about!

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