Saturday, February 02, 2019
I was in blackface, as a six-or-seven year old in 1959-60. It was in Massachusetts in a minstrel show my father was in. He played the poor sap who always has trouble land on him but resourcefully has a trick up his sleeve. I was a hungry-looking child who came and looked sadly at his sandwich as he sat on a park bench. I had fun writing about it in 2013, tracing how minstrel slowly went away. Or rather, how it merely morphed into picking on another kind of victim. There's a clip from a minstrel show at the link.
Posted by Assistant Village Idiot at 4:15 PM