The propaganda against black people runs deep and long. From the moment we’re born we’re bombarded with subtle and overt messages that encourage our separation from our black brothers and sisters. The messages to the black community are diverse but the main underlying theme is all the same; we should turn our back on our brothers and sisters and embrace assimilation into a generic lifestyle that just so happens to be designed around the values associated from a white dominated corporate culture.
Recently I subjected myself to a forty-five year old episode of the Banana Splits. I never watched the show as a kid but I used to love the theme song. “One banana, two banana, three bananas, four. Four bananas make a bunch and so do many more. Slipping on a pancake, rolling out the door. Ringo, Bingo, Goober and Gore.” Not exactly the words but it was close enough when you’re a kid. Right after the introduction either the channel was changed or the television was turned completely off. As a kid, I didn’t like the live action television shows and preferred the animation.
I didn’t realize the Banana Splits played host to a number of programs with short, serial installments. I saw a program called “Danger Island” that would disgust any black person who had an ounce of pride in their African ancestry. The synopsis was that somehow a group of white people and their muscular black tom were stranded on an island off the coast of Africa. The island natives had somehow captured the only white woman in the group in a previous episode and the group of white men and their muscular tom were fighting to get her back.
It was a children’s show and so some stupidity is to be expected. But while the white people and their tom were subjected to minimal comedic colorization, the African islanders were depicted as the most exaggerated examples of buffoons, clowns, and numbskulls ever imagined. The islanders were easily distracted by the rambling words of mumbo jumbo uttered by the white group, quickly misdirected by the white people who point behind them and then get their ass kicked when they look away, and are so superstitious that they run when a mirror is held in front of them. The keystone kops would look at their portrayal and say goddamn and wince. The islanders were hell bent on getting the white woman as a sacrifice for their god or goddess whose name was coincidentally Oya, the Orisa associated with the wind.
Now people everywhere will say that it is just a children’s show and shouldn’t be taken seriously. But the benign nature of the program is just a sugar coating for delivering the toxic propaganda in the subtle messages coursing like the Colorado River beneath the surface.
The Danger Island series depicts a conflict between the white community and the black community and the white woman is the object of desire of both. But out of the hundreds of black islanders who are in this conflict there isn’t a single black female in the picture. I guess these savages must have thrown them all into their volcano. The sly message on the down low is that white women are important and black women don’t matter.
Fast forward forty years or so and we wonder why we spend so much time following news stories on the disappearance of some white women while black women are ignored. People may claim that the story of the white woman in peril is just more interesting. But the actual fact of the matter is that we have been programmed from an early age to be more interested in the fate of white women. The fact that black women are ignored is completely lost on the masses and then we wonder why black women want to be more like white women and black men want to be with white women or black women who want to be more like white women.
In the conflict between the blacks and the whites, the black community is nothing but a bunch of clowns while the white people are illustrated as sophisticated and educated. The other subtle message delivered to the black community is that in order to appear intelligent and civilized black people must adopt the ways of the white people and fight with them to protect white values against the opposition of their racial peers. I have yet to see any respectful depiction of an African from Hollywood that is filled with a positive, favorable impression of his character. If an African is depicted with any redeeming qualities it is in the service of white people.
Let’s fast forward forty years again and examine the results of the subtle programming. American culture is filled with examples of black people who stand in the shadow of white people ready to be of service while their brothers and sisters left behind in the black community suffer. Any black person who is allowed to have a career in acting must be willing to act in the service of white people and participate in the continued dissemination of racial propaganda. Black characters in movies and television shows or what ever you may have that are proponents of the black community are widely illustrated as crackpots and deviants of positive human behavior. Anyone who is found to be a black community proponent must be a white community opponent.
And this was just one fifteen minute episode on the Banana Splits. The same scenario has been repeated in too many different shows to count. How many cartoons, television shows, movies, commercials, magazines, newspapers, catalogs, mailings, billboards, bills, songs, videos, plays, and whatever else may be the case, have been created with the same benign but toxic messages in their entertainment. It’s no wonder why people don’t understand the psychological impacts of the propaganda and misinformation developed against the black community. We’re too busy denying the existence of the propaganda while we’re steadily watching the television to get our next fix.