Nappy Hair is Beautiful
I was fretting about how to do this story - I kept remembering those days in the '60's when the slogan, "Black is beautiful" was both a statement of defiance and point of pride. But how do you deal with the invective "nappy-headed ho's" that spewed from the mouth of Don Imus?
The HuffPo version was a nice little headline, In Praise of Nappy Hair.
Comedian/writer Elayne Boosler deftly takes a clip from a NY Times story back in 1998 about a teacher who was suspended for using a book in her class called "Nappy Hair".
A well-intentioned third-grade teacher, who happens to be white, gave her mostly black and Hispanic students a critically praised book (winner of a Parenting Reading Magic Award)
about a black girl with kinky hair. "Nappy Hair" is about a young heroine who celebrates that which makes her special.
So I am wondering: for those of us who grew up with nappy hair (I was called Brillo Pad" in my elementary school back in Grand Junction, Colorado in the 1950's), how do we process this latest hirsutical insult?
My nappy hair was not beautiful and black, but brown and very Jewish.