She’s my second-favorite alum of USA Network’s Suits, the possessor of an alliterative name that kinda, sorta sounds like the name of a women’s hosiery brand sold only at Macy’s and the new fiancee of Prince Harry.
Gina Torres, of course. I sincerely believe they actually called the show Suits because of a pitch meeting years ago where USA asked the pitch guy for the premise of the show, and the pitch guy was like, “Five words. Gina Torres in power suits.” And the USA people were like, “Sold! Let’s do it.” And then they built that whole lawyer-drama mess around that premise.
Remember that documentary about Kobe Bryant that aired on ESPN a few years ago?
Well, I’d watch a documentary of Gina Torres doing work. And by “doing work” I mean, “waiting in line for AppleCare and knitting argyle scarves for orphaned shih tzus.”
Yes. Her mom, Doria Ragland, is a black woman who works as a psychotherapist and yoga instructor. She also has a master’s from the University of Southern California. Her dad is Thomas M. Markle, an Emmy-winning lighting director. And, you know, white.
Damn. He must be on some Luke Skywalker shit with those lights if he’s nice enough with them to win an Emmy.
That was corny.
I’m sorry. Anyway, since Meghan Markle is black, her engagement to the Prince and the upcoming wedding has been a popular topic of discussion today among the type of black people who care about these things. Naturally, there’s been commentary about the historical and cultural significance of this happening. And also jokes about the invitation lists to the pre- and post-wedding barbecues, the quality of potato salad to be served at said barbecues, whether Prince Harry can “Wobble” and if said barbecues are even going to happen. (They better!)
Yeah, we’re having a lot of fun with this. Although it kinda, sorta sounds like a porn title, the Blackening of Buckingham Palace is actually happening.
There’s also been a conversation about whether Meghan Markle even deserves this type of specifically black-ass attention because she might not identify as black. Basically, she’s not black enough to get any love from black people.
Yeah, I know. And that’s fucking dumb. Meghan Markle was born black and is gonna die black. Her mom is from freakin’ Crenshaw, Calif., for Chrissake. If your mom is from the exact-same place where “I hate the back of Forest Whitaker’s neck” was said, any offspring she has will be blacker than a bottle of S-curl activator. It’s science.
She hasn’t done that. But even if she had, well, that ain’t her choice to make. Her saying, “Yeah, I’m not black” would be like me saying, “Yeah, I’m going to be 6 feet 7 inches from now on.” People who know me would say, “Um, Damon. I’m sorry, but you’re 6 feet 2 inches now and you haven’t grown since you were 19. Stilts might help, maybe?” And people who hate me would still say, “I hate your 6-foot-2 ass. Fuck you and your 74 inches, b.” That I called myself 6 feet 7 inches wouldn’t mean shit to anyone. Except maybe a psychologist. Or an optometrist.
The world sees her as a black woman. The hate mail and racist tweets directed toward her are because of said blackness, not her character arc with Mike Ross. The people attempting to be the arbiters of Meghan Markle’s lack of blackness need a new hill to die on.
Well, I did hear that NBC was up for sale again.