Admit It: You’re Happy Evelyn Was Allegedly Assaulted Because You Don’t Like Her
From Clutch–Even uglier than the domestic violence dispute that erupted over the weekend between Chad “Never Met a Camera I Don’t Like” Johnson, and Evelyn “If It’s Glass, I Will Smash It” Lozada, is the almost satanic glee some women have expressed over the physical abuse of another woman.
Disclaimer: I vehemently reject the notion that in all cases of domestic violence, the woman is innocent of any wrong-doing. I know how some of us get down and it’s not pretty. You all remember when Cedric “The Entertainer” said, “White people ‘hope’ things don’t happen; black people ‘wish’ they would”? As the mother of two boys (and another little fella who will be here in 47 days and counting) I wish a woman would lay hands on my babies for no good reason. Somebody is going to suffer some consequences and repercussions. I’m not saying physically; I’m just saying someone is going to feel it one way or another.
But I digress….
The curious case of Johnson and Lozada doesn’t seem to be your usual display of unchecked aggression, rather an odd one. Seriously, who head-butts someone? According to the police report, there was no other physical contact and the way some people are responding you would think that 1) he took her to the mat, and 2) she deserved every ounce of pain that came her way.
That is the most ignorant logic I have ever heard in my life.
Year after year, boycott after boycott, we have been subjected to protestations and proclamations that we’re above violence. We’re better than that and those low-class strumpets who watch these shows should be ashamed of themselves. We, as black women, should feel insulted that we are portrayed in such a negative fashion in the media. We are Nubian Queens who should be placed on pedestals of distinction at all times and worshiped as the mothers of civilization that we are.
That is, until a loud, bully of a Latina allegedly gets head-butted by her husband; then those same women become hounds on the trail of blood.
(Continue reading at Clutch…)