I smiled wryly when I read about David Byrne the other day. As some of you know he was the frontman for the Talking Heads, the New Wave American rock band.
Apparently poor David is full of remorse and has apologsed for wearing black and brownface in an unearthed promotional video, calling it a "major mistake in judgement."
In the clip for the rock band's concert film 1984 "Stop Making Sense," the star is shown interviewing himself, while donning black and brown face to impersonate several non-White people. The 68-year-old musician took to social media on Tuesday 1st September 2020 to express his regret after the vintage clip resurfaced online.
He bleated mournfully, "To watch myself in the various characters, including black and brownface, I acknowledge it was a major mistake in judgment that showed a lack of real understanding," he wrote in series of posts shared on his Twitter page.
With much hand wringing, David lamented, "It's like looking in a mirror and seeing someone else -- you're not, or were not, the person you thought you were."
His actions have prompted me to review many of my life misdemeanours and I am particularly saddened about a
"major mistake in judgement" I made some 59 years ago. I am sorry to admit that I got my winkie out in public for which I am deeply sorry and now realise that such behaviour "showed a lack of real understanding", however, in mitigation, I was only 14 months old at the time.
I am currently torn between wearing sack cloth and ashes and going on Twitter to bare my soul ( but not my winkie again!!!!!!!!) after all, confession is so good for the soul.
That said, alternatively, I may instead parade outside the American Embassy with a placard demanding that Keenan Ivory Wayans, Shawn Wayans, and Marlon Wayans immediately and fervently apologise for their disgraceful display of whiteface in their 2004 film White Chicks where they in turn, direct and cavort as two black FBI agents who go undercover using whiteface as women to solve a kidnapping plot. As a woke bloke, I am Soooooooooooooooooooooooo offended and indignant by this blatant gender manipulation, casual racisim, feminoparody and racial quasi cultural appropriation you know.
Heaven knows what other acolytes of the woke/wet/bleeding heart/#me too brigade would make of this 1932 advert from Cossor:-