Notes from a Fantasy/Romance Author: Why I Made My Heroine Really Dark and Really Feminine

Beauty – how is it defined? For those reading the novel, The Last King, my heroine’s beauty is defined by the richness of her dark brown complexion, expressed through her femininity, and these are characteristics rarely viewed in literature, film or television.

Traditionally, in film and literature, if the heroine is black, she’s usually portrayed with a brown-colored or a light complexion, with straight hair, but never natural curls.

Not so, with Emmy Hughes, the heroine in The Last King. It was time, I decided, to redefine beauty as dark skinned with kinky hair. For some hair is hair, but for me, BIG KINKY HAIR personifies the essence of who Emmy is.

As a writer, I have the opportunity to open the minds of those reading literature and expand their consciousness as it relates to defining the beauty of black women. The messages presented by the media are narrowly focused and I believe this has to change – especially if blacks are going to have a healthy psyche about who they are. Yes, what is attractive and feminine in The Last King is intentionally different from what society claims is attractive and feminine.

Why do I stress both beauty and femininity in my work? Because black women have traditionally been denied the right to be seen this way and this has been to our detriment.

Yes, Virginia, feminine women do benefit in a society.

Yes, Virginia, feminine women do benefit in a society.

thelastking3 (1)You see, feminine women tend to benefit from the resources of masculine men. Heck,they benefit  from society in general, and the fact is, black women have never really benefited from society or from men  – be it black men or white men (I speak of benefits in a healthy way – I’m not talking about gold-digging here; because benefiting isn’t just about economics – there are also physical, emotional, spiritual and social benefits).

What do I mean by black women haven’t benefited from men because we aren’t viewed as feminine? Well, bear with me on this train of thought.

Take a moment and think of how you, dear reader, view black women. Go on and be very honest with yourself. It’s only you and I in the room at the moment. Now, think of most of the images you have either seen of black women, or associate with black women: from books and films, to television and music videos, black women have more often than not been portrayed in the following ways— as mammies, Jezebels, gold-diggers, and sapphires. On the news you will see hyped-up images of welfare queens or single moms, or loud uncouth individuals (the Claire Huxtables and Michelle Obama’s are rarely given their due) and in modern society black women have even become viewed as independent or STRONG black women.

Yet the one thing you rarely see us viewed as is FEMININE and desirable – at least, not desirable in respectable way.

We have not been considered the soft types who are worthy of pursuit; or who – as Sojourner Truth once mentioned in her famous speech “Ain’t I A Woman?” – are worthy of being helped into carriages (“That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages,” Sojourner said, “and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud puddles, or gives me any best place, and ain’t I a woman?”).

I think this view of us, this view that we have now internalized, has actually done great damage to our psyche.

Because of slavery, and the white mentality that instigated that slavery, we have been seen as chattel and sub-human. And “chattel” does not reap the resources of men or society, because it is assumed that chattel has no needs.

Indeed, chattel, mammies, jezebels and STRONG women are seen as neither needing a helping hand nor as deserving of one.

Now, recall again how you tend to view black women; better yet, recall the images you often see of us. From Mammy in Gone with the Wind to Aibileen in The Help, and from Celie in the Color Purple to Precious and her mother in Precious (all of which are Oscar nominated films by the way; don’t you just love the roles Hollywood likes to see us nominated in?), we have by and large been viewed in a variety of negative, or unattractive roles, but never feminine ( (I’m not saying all images of black women are like this; but a good majority are – you get the point).

Yes, let’s take a look at these images, in case you have forgotten them.

THE HELP….(Oscar nominated film)

THE HELP: We'll handle the work: we can take it. We’ll handle the work: we can take it.

PRECIOUS…(Oscar nominated film).

PRECIOUS: No need to pursue us - there's nothing feminine here!

No need to pursue us: nothing feminine here!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GONE WITH THE WIND…. (Oscar nominated film).

GONE WITH THE WIND: "Whatever I can do fer Scarlette makes me happy! I got no needs of my own."

Whatever I can do fer Scarlett makes me happy! I got no needs of my own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, consider their white or lighter skinned counterparts in each of these films.

THE HELP…

THE HELP: Even though I'm mean, I'm all dolled-up

Even though I’m mean, I’m all dolled-up

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PRECIOUS…

PRECIOUS: You poor, fat, black thing with all of your pathology! Thank God I'm not you.

You poor, fat, black thing! Thank God I’m not you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GONE WITH THE WIND….

GONE WITH THE WIND: My goodness! Don't I, Scarlett, look delicate. Even when I'm distressed!

My goodness! Don’t I, Scarlette, look delicate. Even when I’m distressed!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continue looking at some of these images below. Which of these two groups of women, white or black, seem either unattractive, unfeminine and/or able to carry heavy loads? Be honest with yourselves now. (Ugh! The black women in these images, in these movies, don’t even get to wear make-up. Please. Women have loved prettying themselves up since the dawn of time – and that includes black women!)

But you wouldn’t know that black women want to be pretty too, at least, not from these pictures below.

 PINKY…                                                                                                                                              THE HELP….                          

Hair done. Check. Make-up on. Check. Too bad for the mammy figure though...

Hair done. Check. Make-up on. Check. Too bad for the mammy figure though…

You carry the load, and I'll stand here in pink and look good.

You carry the load, and I’ll stand here in pink and look good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even in old cartoons, one race gets to be waited on and soft, and the other...not so much.

Even in old cartoons, one race gets to be waited on and soft, and the other…not so much.

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An unrealistic image of woman first thing in the morning.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, white women have often been portrayed as dolled-up and feminine in situations where they shouldn’t be all dolled-up (like those old movies where the women wake-up first thing in the morning with all their make-up already on, i.e. the legendary Gone with the Wind. Meanwhile, the women in The Help can’t even get a little lipstick going on).

 

Let’s move on: consider the show Orange is the New Black. I notice on huge billboards in New York that although everyone is in prison, the white female lead still gets to look like she just came out of  a hair and make-up salon!

Even in jail, I'm gonna be seen as gorgeous.

Even in jail, Hollywood’s gonna make sure I look gorgeous.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile, crazy-eyes looks like something I have seen in old posters of black people that meant to degrade us.

Crazy-Eyes today.

Crazy-Eyes today.

"Crazy eyes" from yester-year.  Crazy-Eyes is not a modern view of black women, but an old repeated one. new.

“Crazy eyes” from yester-year. Crazy-Eyes is not a modern view of black women, but an old repeated one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continue to look:

I mean, is it me, or do all the white woman in this Entertainment Weekly cover look good, dare I say even feminine, in this picture below? Can’t say the same for the black woman – she looks JACKED-UP and freaky. Even white the lady with the knife gets to wear lipstick!

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Man,you look great! I look, well, crazy.

Man,you look great! I look, well, crazy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I even think the above picture ↑ reminds me of, well, this picture below ↓. Which characters look wild-eyed and a little insane and which ones look nice or sweet or calm and normal? You be the judge.

Look familiar?

Look familiar?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continue looking. Who gets to be feminine the majority of the time in film and television?

Count the feminine looking ones, and the ones who look jacked-up

Count the feminine looking ones, and the ones who look jacked-up

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No, seriously, I’m smelling some of the same-old same-old in depictions of us. Look below when the old “coons”of yesteryear ate watermelon. Thank goodness black women today only get to be degraded by eating pie and shoving it on their faces.

Last time we saw you, you were eating watermelon. Now, Crazy-eyes, you're eating pie.

Last time we saw you, you were eating watermelon. Now, Crazy-eyes, you’re eating pie.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New era, same unfeminine, even coonish imagery.

New era, same unfeminine, even coonish imagery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Actually, I just want to take a break here and show some old photos of my grandmother and mother (ok, grandpa is in here, too). These were very feminine women that I grew up with. Yet I rarely saw or even see their likeness portrayed in books and movies in a healthy way – again, I’m not talking about rare exceptions. I’m saying I didn’t and do not see these images of black women the majority of the time.

My grandparents in 1944. No cooning here. And man did they have style.

My grandparents in 1944. No cooning here. And man did they have style.

Gasp! Black women even liked dressing up their little daughters. My mama and my aunt.

Gasp! Black women even liked dressing up their little daughters. My mama and my aunt.

My feminine mama: yep, she liked make-up. And her eyes weren't bucked-out while throwing pie on her face.

My feminine mama: yep, she liked make-up. And her eyes weren’t bucked-out while throwing pie on her face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where are these black women in movies, books and films?

Where are these black women in movies, books and films?

Who gets to be pretty and pursued?

Who gets to be pretty and pursued?

Now where was I?

Ah, yes.

These are some of the reasons  I purposely made my Emmy Hughes from The Last King very soft and feminine. It’s also why I put her in situations where she needed the help and resources of men – of her beloved father, and of her soon-to be love interest, Gilead Knightly. Both black men are present in her life for a reason. (I also wanted to give her a life that was not filled with pathology – violence, incest, drugs, ghetto behavior, etc.).

And I did NOT make her a STRONG character; at least, not unnecessarily so. She’s smart for sure, and not anyone’s punching bag, but she does need assistance.

After all, why must black women be so STRONG that we take on burdens that are physically, mentally and emotionally crushing us? Has our strength stopped our obesity and health epidemic? Has our STRENGTH stemmed the flow of unwed motherhood (a problem that is wreaking havoc both in our communities and on future generations). Has our STRENGTH helped our numbers in marriage rise?

No.

And that’s a big NO.

Now, as a black woman myself, I am NOT here to put down other black women.  I am here hoping to help change how we view ourselves, first and foremost.

Black beauty - soft and feminine

Black beauty – soft and feminine

Personally, I think being soft and feminine and in need of help is great place for us to start. Other women need help. What’s wrong with us admitting we need it, too? Being strong in the sense of taking on everything, and helping everyone, while needing no help and love for ourselves is stupid. And it’s part of an image that was assigned to us in slavery. Therefore, it can’t be good.

Now I ask you, when is the last time you saw in a movie or film, a dark-skinned woman, pretty, made-up, hair done, being pursued as a romantic interest? When do you get to see us being soft and feminine and wanted? Think hard now. Because even if you do come up with one such movie, it will likely be, well, one movie (unless it’s an independent film;  I admit I am not up to date on my independent movies.)

And when is the last time you heard someone say, “Wow, she’s a strong white woman. Look at that strong Japanese woman! You go girl!”

Nobody says that.

Now don’t get me wrong. Strength in a woman does have a place: after all, there is work to do in this world. There are families to care for and dreams to achieve. It takes strength to accomplish any of those tasks.  But strength in a woman as her main character trait does not bode well. You see, it cannot be the defining characteristic when one thinks of  a woman.

And if you do believe strength should be a woman’s defining characteristic, consider where it has gotten us. The black community is now a matriarchal community that has a 70 percent out of wedlock rate. This is not strength. This is brokenness.

But, listen. I know that calling a woman strong first and foremost, sounds like a compliment. I get it. You mean well by it. But underneath that “compliment” lies the (sometimes) unintentional belief that since a black woman is strong she can handle suffering more. She’s all good, and is able to endure all kinds of trauma and strife, with no need to pour her heart out from the deep pain she truly feels.

But it’s baloney.

All of this so-called strength is actually sapping us of our joy. In not being viewed as feminine, both by the world and by our ourselves, we have lost an ability to be vulnerable and lean on others – particularly on men.

Yes, I said it. I said the word Men. They are NOT a necessary evil. Their strength is needed. And men, the masculine ones at least, tend to like feminine and vulnerable women as romantic interests (I’m not talking about stupid, blind vulnerability either; you know, the kind that allows a women to be a punching bag -um, no thanks!).

Delicate and vulnerable

Delicate and vulnerable

You see, to be a STRONG black woman as opposed to a feminine black woman indicates no need for us to be vulnerable or open. And yet a woman, almost by definition, is more vulnerable in this world, simply because were are not physically stronger than men. And that’s a fact.

Indeed, we have been led to believe such traits of vulnerability are weak (probably because vulnerability does lead to the possibility of being hurt; but being strong has done on a whipping on us, too). But in fact, we are hurting more because we aren’t open to admitting we need the help of others, of men in particular, in our lives. And yet, we have love to give and we have love that we need.

We need the resources of men, because men, when they use their strength in the right way, are wonderful!

This is where viewing ourselves as feminine comes in. Because, you see, feminine women are thought of as worthy of being the sorts of women that men want to rescue and offer a helping hand to.

Who wants to be viewed as The Help all the time? Ugh!

Who wants to be viewed as The Help all the time? Ugh!

And this foolish thinking we have about ourselves won’t change until we stop seeing ourselves as The Strong Help – Able To Do It All, No-Make-Up or Soft Qualities Needed.

We are NOT the help and we are not masculine women. We are soft, feminine women who can get the job done when it’s needed, sure, but we want to be pursued and rescued, too.

So I think we need to cease singing that Aretha Franklin song  “Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves” or the Destiny’s Child tune “Independent Woman.”

We have been doing it for ourselves all along. We have been strong, and we have been independent.

And frankly, it’s killing us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Some notes about the HOST OF YAMINATODAY.COM – A. Yamina Collins

A. Yamina Collins is the author of the fantasy/romance novel The Last King, A modern-day love story about a young woman innocently caught in a war between two age-old nemesis: God, and immortal beings whose ancestors ate from the Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden.

The Last King has already been in Amazon’s Top 100 Bestseller’s list in Fantasy, Sciencefiction, Women’s Fiction Literature and Christian Women’s Literature.

thelastking3 (1)THE LAST KING BOOK SYNOPSIS:
Twenty-eight year Emmy Hughes has never quite fit in—she’s six feet tall, dark-skinned, and daydreams of being Galadriel from Lord of the Rings. But when she is badly injured in a car accident that kills her mother, Emmy does not dream of fantastical worlds anymore—she just wants her shattered life to be normal again.

Unfortunately, normalcy is the last thing in store for her once she meets Lake George’s newest arrival, Dr. Gilead Knightly. Granted immortality from a line of people whose Great Ancestor marched into the Garden of Eden and ate from the Tree of Life, Gilead has been alive for centuries and has met everyone from Nubian kings to Napoleon.

But Gilead and his eccentric family are also hunted beings because God considers the Edenites’ possession of immortality to be theft. And for thousands of years He has dealt with their transgression by sending each of them a “Glitch” —an unsuspecting human meant to retrieve this stolen “property” of immortality and kill them off.

When Emmy discovers that she is Gilead’s Glitch, she is not only thrown into a world of immortals who eat bone marrow, panthers who read minds, and a family whose blood is made of pulsing gold, but she finds herself the target of Gilead’s vengeance: he must get rid of her before she gets rid of him.

Easier said than done. Because Glitches are not only an Edenite’s greatest threat—they’re also their greatest love.

 

 

 

 

 

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8 comments

Uchenna says: August 19, 2014 at 11:32 pm

Wow, this is so good. I remember reading somewhere in the book that said something in the lines of (I hope this is not a spoiler, but that) the strength of a man can be the most beautiful thing in the world when used well.

Having grown up in Africa, I definitely was treated much more delicately. But I also had a feminist streak to me believing I can do things on my own. But as I grew older, I started to get tired. I really needed a helping hand. I was tired of carrying luggages that was too heavy for a young girl to carry. I was tired of trying to be strong and tough. I wanted to also be treated delicately.

I had never thought of things like this. It is so true. Black women in America have gone through so much, slavery, rape, lynching. They had to toughen up. They had to be strong. But unfortunately, this also ingrains the idea that they can handle it, meanwhile they are just trying to stand in the bridge when the fatherly figure is missing.

It’s amazing how something seemingly good and seemingly in fact a compliment could be the very thing stripping us of our feminity. We thought we were saving the black community by taking the place that was missing. Instead, it showed we couldn’t do it all. We do need our men.

    A. Yamina Collins says: August 21, 2014 at 11:07 pm

    Hi, Uchenna,

    Thanks for your comment. I love what you said about us, “just trying to stand in the bridge when the fatherly figure is missing.” So true. Two blogs I enjoy reading have recently really got me thinking about being feminine and what it means for women in, general, and sometimes for black women. If anyone wants to check those blogs out, I recommend them. They are The Feminine Woman, ran by Renee Wade, and a blog called The Feminine Black Woman, run by Maria Cummings. While I don’t personally agree with everything they write (especially when the authors go against my Christian principles) I nonetheless have a LOT of RESPECT for these women and what they have written. They opened my eyes to a topic bothered me deep down inside, but which I could not quite name.

    Best,
    Yamina

Angela Gibson says: August 24, 2014 at 8:23 am

Such an excellent article. My husband and I often discuss this issue of black women not being treated as feminine due in part to their behavior. So many travel on the buses and trains with carts, huge bags etc that further contribute to the belief that we do not need help. Such a false perception. Frankly, I get down right angry whenever I start feeling like a man. I need help! My husband knows this is one of main irritants and sees to it that all the ‘manly’ stuff are handled. Thank God!

And yes, I am as black as they come:)

Angela says: August 29, 2014 at 11:33 am

Nice article. I like how you linked the way Black women are portrayed in media, holistic health (spiritual, mental, physical), and our loving relationships to stereotypes and the concept of femininity. With your permission, I would love to re-blog (excerpt with link) on http://www.sisterhoodagenda.com and http://www.africanamericanmatchmaking. Thank you for this!

    A. Yamina Collins says: August 30, 2014 at 2:30 am

    You may certainly re-post the article. Permission granted.

    With love,
    Yamina

Shantara says: October 09, 2014 at 7:40 pm

I love what I have read and I’m honestly happy as a 26 year old black famale, I’m not the only one who had these questions in mind.

    A. Yamina Collins says: October 10, 2014 at 1:19 am

    Shantara, I am guessing a lot of us have these issues on our mind. Perhaps our lack of being viewed as feminine bothers us deep down, but we don’t yet know how to articulate our frustrations. People might call us petty or paranoid,but I think if we understand the history of our image in this country (and around the world), we can advocate for more feminine roles, books, and films. Anyway, God bless and goodnight.

    Yamina