Political Correctness gone too far

Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is a book by Mark Twain, considered as one of the Great American Novels, it tells the story of a boys journey down the Mississippi River between 1835 and 1845, the novel is set in a racist society and the boy learns to reject that racism.

The new edition of Mark Twain's Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is causing controversy because of the removal of racially offensive words, the new edition replaces the word “nigger” with "slave" and "injun" to "Indian".

Dr Sarah Churchwell, a lecturer on American literature, told the BBC that it made a mockery of the story.

"It's about a boy growing up a racist in a racist society who learns to reject that racism, and it makes no sense if the book isn't racist," she told BBC World Service's Newshour programme. "You can't make the history of racism in America go away." (http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-12126700)

"the difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter"

Those are Mark Twain words himself, he spoke about the change to any words in his literature before it even happened, this quote states that every word he has written was for a specific reason and obviously this worked for his book to be recognised as one the Great American Novels.

This is when POLITICAL CORRECTNESS becomes the enemy, you cannot change AMERICAN HISTORY and as a black woman you cannot change BLACK HISTORY and as a lover of great literature, you cannot change great literature.

  

Where will it stop? Huckleberry Finn has been a trending topic on twitter worldwide for two days, here are just a few of the tweets I want to share:


While we're changing Huckleberry Finn, let's put a better smile on the Mona Lisa and castrate Michelangelo's David. @zachbussey

Welcome to the Brave New World. Where even Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn is too much truth @AuthorNancyKell

They're "retooling" Huckleberry Finn and phasing out the "N" word? Outstanding. . . Can someone start "retooling" rap? @danof89  

'Cause I will never be content with being your back door hoe.'

 

The internet is an amazing tool, I was bored and randomly searching the internet when I came across a poet, I read one poem and fell in love with her instantly her name is Alysia Harris.

Follow Alysia on twitter @Poppyinthewheat

The Poem I read is called ‘That Girl’ and it is below

We got that waiting in the clinic silence.

That shhh don’t tell nobody what we did silence

and Im so tired of being your hamper that

I’m about to dump out those week old stained ketchup secrets and do laundry in that silence

You like keeping it quiet.

But my vagina is not your walk in closet.

You wanna stuff your unmentionables through me,

Wanna place to hang up your insecurities,

Want me to keep check of your hand me downs and Prada,

Waiting for every occasion to put me back behind closed doors and lock me in the darkness.

Nobody knows you hold my hand

And nobody knows I call you baby

And nobody know you write anonymous poems about me the type you can’t post on Facebook.

Because regardless of what you may think I’m worth or what you may think I deserve,

I will never be that girl,

The girl that’s only allowed to make you smile when she´s making you orgasm,

that girl whose day job is daydreaming waiting for her night job.

That girl who´s so in love she will turn her body over for your superficial touch.

You hide me behind lock doors and bed sheets because if you dare reached out

Then everybody would still know that it was still about me.

So that in your heart and in your mind your still wrapped up in me.

My teardrops you own them,

My hearts strings you got them tied around your pencils and fingers.

Yea, you may say it´s over

And you may never tell me that you love me

But you don’t have to cause your silence speaks volume.

You wanna hold me in your arms rock me to sleep then act like you don’t know me.

As if the moments we spent together are some kind of down payment.

As if my bedroom were lay away

And that’s all you ever do is layaway

Pull up beside me but in the morning pull up the hoodie and run the other way.

I’m like that bastard child

The reason Daddy never stuck around in the first place

But for me rejection doesn´t come every other weekend..

It comes when you lower your head and pass by without speaking

And I remember there was a time you could barely take your eyes off me.

I just don’t understand why its not okay for you to love me.

I guess you just want me to be that girl.

The girl everybody wants to sleep with but nobody wants to be with.

That girl

Only good enough for finding a suitable replacement.

And not trying to make up for the mistake

But you try to convince yourself that she means everything and you want nothing to do with me

But come on baby she looks just like me!

Read the signs or at least the facial features

Cause I was your first, your only,

The prototype and she´s just a duplicate

And you can never make copies without first consulting the blueprint!

You know what they say the sequel is never better than the original.

And she tries to write you stories but you know they’re only half as good,

So half squinting you only hold her half as tight as you should.

Cause your other half is tangled between my bed sheets,

And your other half is complete within my mind, soul, and body,

And your other half is french tonguing me Monday through Friday.

I’m not fighting for joint custody.

I’m fighting for RESPECT

Cause I will never be content with being your back door hoe.

Your something on the side,

Your something to do on those lonely weekends,

Your closet freak.

You will never produce me to be a skank and a whore that will love you.

I’d rather spend every night crying alone on my bedroom floor than to ever be “that girl”!

What can you do when saying sorry is not enough?

I am full of emotions as I write this post,

My eyes are welled up with tears,

I know what has initiated these feelings 

And it comes from a place deep with fears.

There is no one I can hold responsible

For making me feel this way

So I am blaming the word ‘sorry’

But what else can you say?

I am not a poet, but as my hands hovered over the lappy keyboard, those words just flowed, and it’s exactly how I feel.

This year I have heard sorry and I have said sorry, when sorry was not enough, when you really are sorry the most, it matters the least, why is that ?

‘I am sorry I lost your keys/I am sorry I was late’

These are cases when the word sorry is acceptable, and it does just what it is suppose to. 

I am sorry for your loss 

I am sorry I had sex with your boyfriend

This is when these apologise should count, but yet that word means very little in these circumstance.

I started this post frustrated at the word sorry, because it is no comfort, at desperate times, not even from the most sincere heart, but once I have calmed down, and saw sense and was not ruled by my emotions but my brain I remembered. 

Actions speak louder than words.

 

‘It takes a great man, to replace no man’

So let me get the pleasantries out of the way first

May this new year bring many opportunities your way, to explore every joy of life and may your resolutions for the days ahead stay firm, turning all your dreams into reality and all your efforts into great achievements.

It’s the New Year and I am …. Still … single ….boohoo am I bothered NO! … I am so happy with, my life right now, the thought of having to cater to someone sounds more like a burden to me, I have an active social life,  I am traveling and I am just living my life at my pace … I don’t want no man to slow me down.

Apparently when you don’t need a man that’s when you are ready to have one, so when you feel complete by yourself and you don’t need a man to complete you, this makes perfect sense.

I do know that if a guy does manage to pin me down, he will have to be a GREAT MAN! 

If  i was happy to be with ANYMAN ... or a WASTEMAN ... this is just reflection of how I view myself and what I think I am worth ... so I am happy to say Iam waiting for a GREAT MAN.