An Open Letter to Paula Deen:

meinkitchen

Photo Courtesy of: Johnathan M. Lewis

Dear Paula Deen,

So it’s been a tough week for you… believe me you I know something about tough weeks being a beginning food writer and lowly culinary historian.  Of course honey, I’d kill for one of your worst days as I could rest myself on the lanai, the veranda, the portico (okay that was really tongue in cheek), the porch..whatever…as long as its breezy and mosquito-free.  First Food Network now Smithfield.  (Well not so mad about Smithfield—not the most ethical place to shill for, eh, Paula?)

I am currently engaged in a project I began in 2011 called The Cooking Gene Project—my goal to examine family and food history as the descendant of Africans, Europeans and Native Americans—enslaved people and enslavers—from Africa to America and from Slavery to Freedom.  You and I are both human, we are both Americans, we are both quite “healthily” built, and yet none of these labels is more profound for me than the fact we are both Southern.  Sweet tea runs in our blood, in fact is our blood…What I understand to be true, a lot of your critics don’t…which is, as Southerners our ancestors co-created the food and hospitality and manners which you were born to 66 years ago and I, thirty-six.  In the words of scholar Mechal Sobel, this was “a world they made together,” but beyond that, it is a world we make together.  So I speak to you as a fellow Southerner, a cousin if you will, not as a combatant.

To be part of the national surprise towards you saying the word “nigger” in the past (I am a cultural and culinary historian and so therefore I am using the word within context…) is at best naïve and at worst, an attempt to hide the pervasiveness of racism, specifically anti-Black racism in certain currents of American culture—not just Southern.  Take for example the completely un-Christian and inhuman rage at Cheerios for their simple and very American ad showing a beautiful biracial girl talking to her white mother and pouring cereal on the chest of her Black father.  That Cheerio’s had to shut down the comments section says that the idea of inter-human relationships outside of one’s color bracket is for many hiding behind a computer screen—a sign of the apocalypse.  So just like those old spaghetti sauce ads, yes, America, racism—“it’s in there” even when we were prefer it not be.

When you said, “of course,” I wasn’t flabbergasted, I was rather, relieved…In fact we Black Southerners have an underground saying, “better the Southern white man than the Northern one, because at least you know where he stands…” but Paula I knew what you meant, and I knew where you were coming from.  I’m not defending that or saying its right—because it’s that word—and the same racist venom that drove my grandparents into the Great Migration almost 70 years ago. I am not in agreement with esteemed journalist Bob Herbert who said “brothers shouldn’t use it either..” I think women have a right to the word “b….” gay men have a right to the word “queer” or “f…” and it’s up to people with oppressive histories to decide when and where the use of certain pejorative terms is appropriate.  Power in language is not a one way street.  Obviously I am not encouraging you to use the word further, but I am not going to hide behind ideals when the realities of our struggles with identity as a nation are clear.  No sound bite can begin to peel back the layers of this issue.

Some have said you are not a racist.  Sorry, I don’t believe that…I am more of the Avenue Q type—everybody’s—you guessed it—a little bit racist.  This is nothing to be proud of no more than we are proud of our other sins and foibles.  It’s something we should work against.  It takes a lifetime to unlearn taught prejudice or socially mandated racism or even get over strings of negative experiences we’ve had with groups outside of our own.  We have a really lousy language—and I don’t just mean because we took a Spanish and Portuguese word (negro) and turned into the most recognizable racial slur on earth…in any language…because we have a million and one ways to hate, disdain, prejudge, discriminate and yet we hide behind a few paltry words like racism, bigotry, prejudice when we damn well know that we have thousands of words for cars—because we LOVE cars….and food—because we LOVE food—and yet in this language you and I share, how we break down patterns of thought that lead to social discord like racism, are sorely lacking.  We are a cleaver people at hiding our obsessions with downgrading the other.

Problem two…I want you to understand that I am probably more angry about the cloud of smoke this fiasco has created for other issues surrounding race and Southern food.  To be real, you using the word “nigger” a few times in the past does nothing to destroy my world.  It may make me sigh for a few minutes in resentment and resignation, but I’m not shocked or wounded.  No victim here.  Systemic racism in the world of Southern food and public discourse not your past epithets are what really piss me off.  There is so much press and so much activity around Southern food and yet the diversity of people of color engaged in this art form and telling and teaching its history and giving it a future are often passed up or disregarded.  Gentrification in our cities, the lack of attention to Southern food deserts often inhabited by the non-elites that aren’t spoken about, the ignorance and ignoring of voices beyond a few token Black cooks/chefs or being called on to speak to our issues as an afterthought is what gets me mad. In the world of Southern food, we are lacking a diversity of voices and that does not just mean Black people—or Black perspectives!  We are surrounded by culinary injustice where some Southerners take credit for things that enslaved Africans and their descendants played key roles in innovating.  Barbecue, in my lifetime, may go the way of the Blues and the banjo….a relic of our culture that whisps away.  That tragedy rooted in the unwillingness to give African American barbecue masters and other cooks an equal chance at the platform is far more galling than you saying “nigger,” in childhood ignorance or emotional rage or social whimsy.

Culinary injustice is what you get where you go to plantation museums and enslaved Blacks are not even talked about, but called servants.  We are invisible.  Visitors come from all over to marvel at the architecture and wallpaper and windowpanes but forget the fact that many of those houses were built by enslaved African Americans or that the food that those plantations were renowned for came from Black men and Black women truly slaving away in the detached kitchens.  Imagine how I, a culinary historian and living history interpreter feel during some of these tours where my ancestors are literally annihilated and whisked away to the corners of those rooms, dying multiple deaths of anonymity and cultural amnesia.  I’m so tired of reading about how “okra” is an “African word.”(For land’s sake ya know “apple” isn’t a “European word…” its an English word that comes from German like okra comes from Igbo and Twi!) I am so tired of seeing people of African descent relegated to the tertiary status when even your pal Alton Brown has said, it was enslaved Black people cooking the food.  Culinary injustice is the annihilation of our food voices—past, present and foreseeable future—and nobody will talk about that like they are talking about you and the “n word.” For shame.

You see Paula, your grits may not be like mine, but one time I saw you make hoecakes on your show and I never heard tell of where them hoecakes really came from.  Now not to compare apples and oranges but when I was a boy it was a great pleasure to hear Nathalie Dupree talk about how beaten biscuits and country captain and gumbo started.    More often than not, she gave a nod to my ancestors.  Don’t forget that the Southern food you have been crowned the queen of was made into an art largely in the hands of enslaved cooks, some like the ones who prepared food on your ancestor’s Georgia plantation.  You, just like me cousin, stand squarely on what late playwright August Wilson called, “the self defining ground of the slave quarter.”  There and in the big house kitchen, Africa, Europe and Native America(s) melded and became a fluid genre of world cuisine known as Southern food.  Your barbecue is my West African babbake, your fried chicken, your red rice, your hoecake, your watermelon, your black eyed peas, your crowder peas, your muskmelon, your tomatoes, your peanuts, your hot peppers, your Brunswick stew and okra soup, benne, jambalaya, hoppin’ john, gumbo, stewed greens and fat meat—have inextricable ties to the plantation South and its often Black Majority coming from strong roots in West and Central Africa.

Don’t be fooled by the claims that Black people don’t watch you.  We’ve been watching you.  We all have opinions about you.  You were at one point sort of like our Bill Clinton. (You know the first Black president?)   When G. Garvin and the Neely’s and the elusive B Smith (who they LOVED to put on late on Saturday nights or early Sunday mornings!) were few and far between, you were our sorta soul mama, the white lady with the gadonkadonk and the sass and the signifying who gave us a taste of the Old Country-which is for us—the former Confederacy and just beyond.  Furthermore, as a male who practices an “alternative lifestyle” (and by the way I am using that phrase in bitter sarcastic irony), it goes without saying that many of my brothers have been you for Halloween, and you are right up there with Dolly Parton, Dixie Carter and Tallullah Bankhead of old as one of the muses of the Southern gay male imagination.  We don’t despise you, we don’t even think you made America fat.  We think you are a businesswoman who has made some mistakes, has character flaws like everybody else and in fact is now a scapegoat.  I find it hard to be significantly angry at you when during the last election the re-disenfranchisement of the Negro—like something from the time of W.E.B. Du Bois was a national cause celebre. Hell, today the voting rights act was gutted and I’m sure many think this is a serious win for “democracy.”  If  I want to be furious about something racial—well America—get real—we’ve had a good twelve years of really really rich material that the National media has set aside to talk about Paula Deen.  Yes Paula,  in light of all these things, you are the ultimate, consummate racist, and the one who made us fat, and the reason why American food sucks and ……you don’t believe that any more than I do. 

A fellow Georgian of yours once said that one day the “sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners would sit down at the table of brotherhood.”  Well no better time than now.  Paula, I don’t have to tell you redemption is yours to choose, to have and to embrace.  As a Jew, I extend the invitation to do teshuvah—which means to repent—but better—to return to a better state, a state of shalem–wholeness and shalom–peace.  You used food to rescue your life, your family and your destiny.  I admire that.  I know that I have not always made good choices and to be honest none of us are perfect.  This is an opportunity to grow and renew.

If there is anything The Cooking Gene has taught me—its about the art of reconciliation.  We aren’t happy with you right now.  Then again some of the things you have said or have been accused of saying aren’t surprising.  In so many ways, that’s the more unfortunate aspect.  We are resigned to believe and understand that our neighbor is to be suspected before respected.  It doesn’t have to be this way, and it doesn’t have to go on forever.  As a species we cannot conduct ourselves in this manner.  As creations of the Living G-d, we are commanded to be better.  You and I are both the descendants of people who lived, fought, died, suffered so that we could be better in our own time.  I’m disappointed but I’m not heartless.  And better yet, praise G-d I ain’t hopeless.

If you aren’t busy on September 7, and I surely doubt that you are not busy—I would like to invite you to a gathering at a historic antebellum North Carolina plantation.  We are doing a fundraiser dinner for Historic Stagville, a North Carolina Historic Site.  One of the largest in fact, much larger than the one owned by your great-grandfather’s in Georgia.  30,000 acres once upon a time with 900 enslaved African Americans working the land over time. They grew tobacco, corn, wheat and cotton.  I want you to walk the grounds with me, go into the cabins, and most of all I want you to help me cook.  Everything is being prepared using locally sourced food, half of which we hope will come from North Carolina’s African American farmers who so desperately need our support.  Everything will be cooked according to 19th century methods.  So September 7, 2013, if you’re brave enough, let’s bake bread and break bread together at Historic Stagville. This isn’t publicity this is opportunity.  Leave the cameras at home.  Don’t worry, it’s cool, nobody will harm you if you’re willing to walk to the Mourner’s Bench.  Better yet, I’ll be there right with you.

G-d Bless,

Culinary Historian, Food Writer and Living History Interpreter

Michael W. Twitty

For a link to a video of the event Paula missed:  click here.

For a link to the MAD Symposium video where I talk about culinary justice and injustice: click here.

996 comments on “An Open Letter to Paula Deen

  1. Pingback: Celebrity, morality and butter: Paula Deen affair points to something beyond the average tasty scandal | à table:

  2. Cynthia

    I was raised in East Central Alabama in 1946. I finished high school before the schools were intergrated, but I was raised to have nothing but respect for all races, that God made all of us in his image. My Mama taught me early only, maybe I heard some use that terrible word, I don’t know, that folks with dark skin were Negroes, or colored people and I was to never uses that terrible word that some others used.
    Over the years From from being called black folks to African Americans I have tried to respect all people equally

    Like

  3. Thank you. A thousand times, thank you. It is astounding to me how many of my Christian brethren are calling for this poor woman’s head over something that happened half a lifetime ago. And it makes me very ashamed.

    My mother and aunt and uncles were raised in the South in the 50’s and 60’s. As a child, I heard the same word Paula Deen admits to having used many times, but we were all raised to never, ever use the word (though I, too, admit to having used the word one time–after having been attacked about 25 years ago. It’s not something I’ve ever been proud of, but not something I will ever lie about, either).

    I hope Ms. Deen comes in September. It sounds like a true opportunity to bless and to be blessed.

    Like

  4. Liz Carter

    As a fellow-citizen and Georgia-girl,….Georgia “Peach” of Paula’s,….I’d just like to say that this is one open honest, truthful, beautiful letter!

    Like

  5. Martine Brucheau

    Michael thank you for your kind and generous ability to pull everyone into your read. It is very heartfelt. Although I now live in California, and have been since 82′, I originated from Baton Rouge New Orleans up to the age of 13 years. most my folks are from Greenville Mississippi. I am a black male working on my doctorate degree in psychology and it never cease to amaze me that todays youth don’t have a clue about where they are going. my name is my email, and I will be in touch with you as I am now a life long follower. martinebrucheau@ymail.com

    Like

  6. Lennie Richardson

    “@Lennie Richardson, I could care LESS”

    couldn’t*

    “It is people like YOU that always accuse BLACKS of being hysterical and/or aggressive when it comes to speaking out, shouting out, standing against racial issue where we’re regarded.

    Kindly elaborate on what the phrase, “people like you” means in this context. Be careful, lest your own strident prejudices show. I know plenty of blacks who are not hysterical, and they come off a whole lot smarter than you do, even if they aren’t, in reality.

    Your language is abusive. I don’t “always” do anything, and no matter what stereotypes you may try to hold me up to, they don’t apply.

    “I have the right to respond as many times and as often as I want. Not only have I posted my own thoughts, but I have also complimented Michael and others as well. ”

    I’ve gotten hundreds of emails out of this thread over the last few days and if I go back and count, I’d estimate that 3/4 of them are from you. You keep repeating yourself, and in most cases you’re preaching to the choir. You’ve resorted to digging back into replies that happened a week or more ago just so you can echo what others have said. I’m not trying to shut you up, I’m just asking you to stop blabbing. Just be cause you HAVE the right, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t learn some restraint about when to use it. And your First Amendment rights don’t require that others agree with you. I’ve found about 80% of your replies to this thread annoying. I have a right to reply.

    “If you don’t like it, LEAVE!!!”

    Nope. I’m staying, but you could make my stay a bit more pleasant if you came up with some original thoughts and contributed them to the discussion. As it is, it isn’t a discussion. You’ve taken it over, and have turned it into “Leebri’s Lectures”. What is your real name, anyway, and why are you ashamed to use it?

    “Michael wrote about a very thought-provoking topic that warrants great discussion and even debate. This is a PUBLIC, NOT PRIVATE forum, and there is a space on here to leave comments- that is what it’s for. ”

    Agreed.

    “We ALL have the right to our comments, thoughts, statements and post. Not once have I been indignant nor malicious in my approach. ”

    I’m having doubts about whether you’re having any “thoughts” or not. All I see is you, either repeating or attacking what others said, and you have done it dozens of times. Every time you do it, you dilute the validity of what you’ve said before, until you become just another voice in an annoying crowd. In this case, you’re a crowd of one. Those aren’t “thoughts”. And you are wrong, your tone is both indignant and malicious. It’s obvious that you’re looking for an argument, and that you believe that it’s possible to win by shouting other people down. That is a really poor way to participate in a dialog.

    “So if you don’t like, feel free to not read it, to not respond, or to simply leave the discussion. I AM grateful to Mr. Michael for speaking on this topic and allowing us ALL to voice our concerns and thoughts. I am going to remain true to myself despite how you or anyone else feels, don’t like it, OH WELL!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!”

    You really don’t understand what a lopsidedly narcissistic thing you’re doing here, do you?

    There. I’ve said my piece. It’s your turn to stick your fingers in your ears and shout “LALALALALA” over and over, or whatever the online equivalent is.

    You’re welcome.

    Like

  7. Mary Branson

    Leebri, You seem to be spending a majority of your time posting. Maybe you could do something else for a change.

    Like

  8. Lennie Richardson

    It appears that the noisy lady has been excluded from further participation. Maybe we can carry on from here? I’ll start.

    1. I’m white.
    2. I was born in 1955 and raised in Charleston, SC, one of the main ports of entry for the slave trade. My ancestors on my mother’s side came into the country from Scotland in the 1830s. Upon arrival, they established a foundry and hardware business. You can’t see it in this picture, but they forged a cannon that usually sits by the door of the old slave market. http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/the-charleston-slave-market-emery-c-graham-jr.jpg – I’ve never been able to find out for sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that they used slave labor at their foundry.
    3. On my father’s side, they were poor. Too poor to own slaves. That’s the story I’ve been told for years, and can’t find any information to the contrary.
    4. I am two generations away from the Ku Klux Klan. My father had an uncle who was a member in good standing until the day he died.
    5. I was raised to be a racist. My mother was not so vocal, but my dad would actually provide the correct word when people used terms like “black” or “African American”. To this day, he hates blacks and can’t stand the idea that they might be equal to other people. He also blames them for the mess this country is in, starting with the fellow in the White House.
    6. I was brought up under systemic racism, and lived in houses whose deeds contained clauses providing that they would only be sold to members of the white race. That nonsense is illegal now, but the words are still on that old paper if one wants to go to the Registry of Deeds and have a look. It was a part of the business environment, and some good-sized vestiges of it persist to 2013.

    My parents screwed up when they put me in that hotbed of sedition, aka Sunday School. They’d drop my brother and me at Mount Pleasant Presbyterian Church and go home to spend an hour without the kids every Sunday morning. There, I learned about Jesus, and heard His words about how He came for everybody. I came to participate in a sacrament “for all people”, and oops(!) I began to take this “all people” thing seriously and before they knew it, they couldn’t figure out what the hell had happened to their boy. I took their “neither male nor female nor Jew nor Greek” stuff and started to run with it. Of course, it took me quite a few years for the full meaning of those teachings to sink in, but I have come to believe that to be a Christian I must fully embrace (not merely tolerate) the clear fact that you are all my brothers and sisters, no matter where you started out or where you’ve wound up so far. Everybody.

    I’ve been involved in diversity workshops here in Charlotte, and have trained as a coordinator for Mecklenburg Ministries. I haven’t had an opportunity to participate yet, because I moved away for a few years, but I look forward to the opportunity to do so in the near future.

    My simple message about racism is that it hurts, and it still exists. It denies. It denies opportunity for economic and social advancement for its targets, and it denies opportunities for cultural and spiritual growth for those who benefit from it. The fact that it still exists is our national shame.

    I am astonished by Michael Twitty and others, who display an extraordinary amount of grace in dealing with the blind inertia they’ve had to confront all their lives. I give thanks for such people because if we will listen, white folks can and will get the message about what racism is and what can be done about it.

    I’m still pissed off. I’m pissed off by people who don’t care because they don’t have to, especially those who put so much energy and effort into pursuing opportunities that are still being denied our brothers and sisters. What kind of country do we have when nobody has to give a damn, so they don’t? We set up a system that provides a docile workforce and a herd of (mostly poor black or brown) cannon fodder and the rest of us sit back and watch TV and call it a success? I reject that notion of success. Wholeheartedly and categorically, I reject it, and I will resist it with everything I’ve got. And as a person born into privilege, I’ve got plenty.

    There’s more to the story than that, but any time I see somebody like Michael Twitty who can hold onto his soul and still find a way to be a teacher to lead us out of this mess, it does my heart a lot of good.

    I know, I talk too much. Thanks, if you’ve read this far. I shut up now.

    Like

    • Ross Hill

      Lennie, your words are well chosen and very much on target. I grew up in Connecticut and watched as the post war immigrants came ashore and took any work they could find. Bigotry is mostly economic. If a group can be suppressed then they can be exploited. Competition for status has always existed. Eliminate women for job competition and you have cut 50% from the field. Start adding identifiable groups and the field of competition gets smaller. Stir up hate to justify your position and you are a leader. Remind those that are suppressed that they are less deserving of equality and you can justify your attitude.

      Like

  9. Standing ovation. Yasher koach!

    Like

  10. Mama Mo

    Mr. Michael, I very much enjoyed your letter to Paula Deen. I in no way agree with calling people racial name. But I love Paula’s cooking I believe we are all grown. God has given us a right to choose. I think Paula making a hamburger with 2 donuts was funny and whimsical. We can try it one time if we like. But, this is not how you should choose to eat everyday. Myself I would not like a sweet hamburger. But give my some of her fried onion rings or chocolate chip cookies and I’m our of here. LOL. My point is no one can blame Paula, for us choosing to eat unhealthy. She didn’t force anyone to eat her food. She was doing what she loves. Sharing the GIFT GOD GAVE HER THE LOVE OF COOKING.

    You see I am God’s daughter. I am a child from both generations, my father’s family is black but our ancestors are from Germany (white). My mother’s family is European French, Portuguese (white).
    As a girl I watched my mother be harassed and bullied because she was a white woman in our country with black or mixed children. It’s not only our race black or white that have been destroyed by racial issues and slavery in this country.

    We as people white, black or as my husbands says a melting pot of races. We must serve God above and allow him to change us. We as adults must make a choice not to allow the evil of prejudice no matter what kind it is to live in our minds, body, souls and spirits. The word of God says we are all his children bought with a price the blood of Jesus Christ.

    I want to thank you for your culinary and historic journey of food. I think it is an awesome goal of education. I love to cook and my dream is to teach children and all who want to learn that food is easy to cook. It can and will change your life for the better.

    May God of Heaven Bless your Endeavors.

    Like

  11. Pingback: Response to Paula Deen | gender question

  12. Gloria Sideri

    Dear Mr Twitty
    I just happened upon your beautiful letter. Thank you for putting this into perspective with your eloquence and truth. We are all guilty of prejudice in one way or another even though we think we are not. Each day is another chance for us to work toward being better, kinder, and loving toward our brothers and sisters. To let go of the anger, hatred, and prejudices toward others. One good deed a day adds up to many in a short period of time.

    Like

  13. antsrants

    Thank you for being rational and cutting through the BS of the Paula Deen issue. The REAL problem runs far deeper than a hurtful word being thrown around carelessly. Yet, that is the only part that is getting addressed. Let’s wake up, America. It’s time to get real about racism and skip the meaningless of crucifixions of “name” people. There’s an untouched issue at the core and it’s not going anywhere.

    Like

  14. Liz Golden

    I loved your article, Michael. What a generous and beautiful spirit you have. I strive to be more like you. Your take on the incident educated and enlightened. I just feel embarrassed to be white sometimes. As I work besides intelligent and hard-working people of color here in the Philly area, people who truly could not care less what an unethical money-making machine like Paula Dean said however long ago, I find myself cringing when the topic arises. And, what’s worse, I’m embarrassed that I’m embarrassed. Paula Dean does not represent white people or Southern people, or diabetics. She does not represent Southern racism. She certainly doesn’t represent me. She doesn’t even represent people who feel the old way is best, no matter who is hurt. I know I feel more hurt by what she says than my black friends. And I feel that you’re right, maybe this presents an opportunity for many of us. Maybe, for example, it’s time for me to not feel responsible for other people’s ignorance, only my own. Thank you sincerely for an uplifting and eye-opening experience.

    Like

  15. Pingback: An Open Letter to Paula Deen | meamblings

  16. Pingback: Veridiculousness | J.M. Chasteen

  17. Pingback: Racism in Kids and the Cheerios Commercial Controversy - Foster2Forever

  18. Michael, you are blessed with a sense of history and understanding. I hope Paul accepts your invitation.

    Like

  19. Barbara Barrick

    Michael,
    My personal culinary choice for yesterday’s lunch tells me that one may take the girl out of the South, but it’s next to impossible to take the South out of the girl. My Big Boy tomatoes are ripe which means only one thing, it’s time for tomato sandwiches. A loaf of Wonder Bread, a jar of Hellman’s mayonnaise (no Duke’s mayonnaise available in these upper Midwestern parts), and a ready supply of fresh from the garden, warm (never, ever refrigerated) Big Boy tomatoes will be my lunch ingredients for the remainder of the summer. My northern husband looks at me like I’m a crazed woman while I’m standing in the kitchen leaning over the sink eating my tomato sandwich. He has absolutely no idea of the goodness and the delight that a tomato sandwich can provide. My mother and my grandmothers would be proud because they ‘trained up a child’. In fact, they ‘trained up a child’ so well that I continue to like black pepper on my cantaloupe, salt on my watermelon, and a tall glass of cornbread and buttermilk for a light supper. Have you ever noticed that southern folks, me included, can turn just about anything into a sandwich? Tomato sandwiches, cucumber sandwiches, and from the juke joint days of my misspent youth in the Southeast, the fried chicken w/bone in sandwiches.

    Like

  20. Pingback: SpinDyeKnit

  21. Pingback: On Paula Deen | Food History Crossroads

  22. Tammy Segars

    What a beautifully written letter. Kudos, Michael you know what your are talking about. God Bless you and yours.

    Like

  23. Pingback: The Art of the Open Letter | The Daily Post

  24. Keep on cooking and mixin’ . 🙂

    Great blog post. As for Paula Deen, honest I found it hard to watch a whole show of hers. Her voice was a little too cosy for me. Besides I now don’t have a tv.

    Like

  25. Pingback: Friday finds | yours julie

  26. Hi Michael. Happy upcoming new year! Pretty sure we will be at different temples for the holidays. 🙂

    What do you think about Paula’s accuser retracting her allegations after coming to some sort of agreement with Paula? BTW, I was thinking Paula was going to still present at the DC Metropolitan Cooking Show this fall, but an inside source says she won’t be at the DC show. I think she will attend the show in another city.

    Oh, and Paula never responded to your open letter, right?

    -Jason

    Like

  27. Precious Seconds

    We Moors use the term Nigger all the time and it’s ok. But when causation uses the term nigger we get all out of shape. They created t5he tem nigger we are moors. Leave her alone and let her get back to her business. We need to read us on who we really are.

    Like

  28. Pingback: Systemic Racism, Systemic Sexism | My Sex Professor

  29. Pingback: Afroculinaria's Open Letter to Paula Deen | The Museum Of UnCut Funk

  30. Pingback: The Antebellum Chef in Texas : TMBBQ

  31. great post, very informative. I wonder why the opposite specialists of this sector don’t notice this.
    You should continue your writing. I’m confident, you have a great readers’ base already!

    Like

  32. Pingback: You Got Roots?! Culinary Historian Michael Twitty’s Coming to School Us! | AAGSAR: YOU GOT ROOTS?!

  33. Pingback: WW: Living with Food Allergies — Identity | surviving the food allergy apocalypse

  34. Pingback: Kosher Soul: Michael W. Twitty on Freedom, Diversity, and the Passover Table | Louisville Restaurants Blog

  35. Pingback: Dixie Icon Michael Twitty | Dixie Eats

  36. Truly amazing. Thank you.

    Like

  37. Pingback: Dear Paula Deen | Talking Grid

  38. Howdy! Would you mind if I share your blog with my myspace group?

    There’s a lot of people that I think would really appreciate your content.
    Please let me know. Thanks

    Like

  39. Pingback: Leonieke Net | An Open Letter to Paula Deen | Afroculinaria | Link

  40. bookmarked!!, Ilove your website!

    Like

  41. I’ve been surfing online more than 3 hours today, yet
    I never found any interesting article like yours.

    It’s pretty worth enough for me. Personally, if all web owners and bloggers made
    good content as you did, the web will be a lot more
    useful than ever before.

    Like

  42. Pingback: When Jews Owned Slaves | Yo, Yenta!

  43. Pingback: Learn To Sing Like A Star Paula Deen | Learning To Sing

  44. Pingback: Out of Our Past | Kwanzaa Culinarians

  45. Pingback: February Faves: 8 Recipes from African-American Food Bloggers

  46. Pingback: 8 Recipes from African-American Food Bloggers - Foodflav.com

  47. Pingback: Mouth Full Of South: The Black Culinary Historian Who Recreates the Antebellum Kitchen | MUNCHIES

  48. Wow! After all I got a blog from where I be capable of genuinely takje valuable facts concerning
    my study and knowledge.

    Like

  49. Good post. I learn something new and challenging on sites I stumbleupon on a daily basis.
    It’s always useful to read through content from other writers and
    use a little something from other sites.

    Like

  50. Pingback: Chewing on the Paula Deen issue - Maureen C. Berry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: