From now on, please spare me from self described “liberal” writers who produce works of fiction that insult not only my culture but my intelligence.
See the video behind the attack on L. Alex Wilson. Push slider to 7:58 minutes into reel
See more photos during segregation here:
https://acriticalreviewofthehelp.wordpress.com/wall-of-shame-and-courage/
Plenty of black men leave their families behind like trash in a dump, but it’s not something the colored woman do. We’ve got kids to think about – Minny Jackson (Pg 311)
Explore this issue further here:
https://acriticalreviewofthehelp.wordpress.com/2010/12/11/few-good-men-of-the-help/
And yeah, my people came from the south. Some of them were domestics. But what I was orally handed down and the bull Stockett’s slinging are world’s apart. It’s important to understand that Southern “compassion” in the 1960s really wasn’t. The example below highlights the dual nature of Stockett’s book, which is much like the mentality of the times regarding African Americans. Look what happened when Dick Gregory donated and Medgar Evers and the NAACP tried to distribute turkeys to black families in Jackson and the surrounding areas of Mississippi:
I was more than willing to see things from Stockett’s point of view. She had a black maid growing up (check). They were very close (check) and Stockett’s from the south, so that should have given her some insight and empathy on how African Americans were used and abused, but never valued under segregation. But before I could give up the old check on this point, I noticed some very ugly things in her writing. Not only are most of her black characters stereotypes, but she’s written a bad parody of what she believes ails the black culture.
My first example is Clyde, Aibileen’s husband. Now, I could understand how he’d be considered wanting as a man, especially after leaving Aibileen to raise Treelore ( a bit more about those hokey, stereotypical names in a moment) all alone. And I don’t begrudge Stockett creating a villainous character who happens to be black.
But then the whole Clyde left Aibileen and got with Cocoa, and a week after he left don’t you know Cocoa came down with a venereal disease is just plain nasty. It’s so nasty and ugly and just plain wrong, that it fairly screams offensive. Yet Stockett has the docile Aibileen and uber sassy Minny joking about it. Note to Stockett: Since you decided Aibileen’s husband’s lover would wind up with a venereal disease a week after he leaves her, then it would make more sense to have Aibileen go get herself checked out instead of acting too dim witted to realize the affair existed well before he left.
But if the scene is only being written for crude laughs as in, “But this is what I was taught about African Americans” instead using some common sense, then its no wonder the book is crammed full of images and dialogue that harkens back to how some bigoted whites maligned the black culture. Take a look at just a few scans from the Clarion-Ledger, a Jackson, Mississippi newspaper from 1963.
The real Jackson, Mississippi was a city caught in the grip of racial unrest and the fight African Americans waged for civil rights. Notice what was pinpointed as reasons why the white and black race should not mix:
So why would Kathryn Stockett create a character who embodies that degrading racial hate, and somehow believe this was funny and part of a “homage” to Demetrie?
On top of that, to have Aibileen act so slow witted as to assume people think she somehow caused it by means of black magic:
“You saying people think I got the black magic?”
“I knew it make you worry if I told you. They think you got a better connection than most. We all on a party line to God, but you, you setting right in his ear.” (Aibileen questioning Minny, Pg 24)
The whole scene had me wondering what somebody was smoking after “spoilt cootchie” was left in. And then I find out it was the center piece of the road show, with video no less of the author reading in a pseudo “black” voice?
Oh please. PLEASE.
Okay, so the Cocoa-Cootchie-Clyde deal was a mistake I thought. Surely it gets better. No. It actually got worse. Because Stockett threw in Leroy, the brute stereotype.
There were a couple of other males, one who was another “no account” like Minny’s father, and one more absentee dad, Connor. Not only was he also wanting as a man, but apparently he was dark. As in Aibileen’s view of “black as me” which isn’t positive, especially since Saint Aibileen decides to compare her skin color to a roach just to see who’s the blackest. The roach wins by the way.
That night after supper, me and that cockroach stare each other down across the kitchen floor. He big, inch, inch an a half. He black. Blacker than me. Aibileen’s battle of wills with a cockroach (Pg 189)
I had a terrible thought after sizing up the African American males Stockett created. That somehow she’d decided the ultimate villain during the racial unrest of the 60s wasn’t segregation, but that a black female was better off without a black male.
Stockett used the character of the black brute to do this, and in my opinion the inspiration wasn’t fictional.
In coming to this conclusion I noted that the author had strong feelings against a male simply called Clyde in the back of the novel, who was the husband of her grandparent’s maid Demetrie. In several interviews including the one I’ve excerpted for this post, Clyde is called by his nickname of Plunk.
Here are her words in an interview during 2009 with Jessamy Calkin of the UK site The Telegraph.com:
“The Stockett family went to Demetrie’s funeral, it was the first time Stockett had been to a black church. ‘I’d never had any interaction with black people except those who worked for our family. And I couldn’t believe how overt their emotions were. There were people speaking out during the sermon, joining in, agreeing with the eulogy, singing loud solos impromptu… but what really struck me as heartbreaking was how Demetrie’s husband was carrying on.’
‘Demetrie’s husband was called Plunk, and he was drunk and abusive, so much so that she slept with a pistol underneath her pillow. ‘As I understand it he beat the crap out of her, but at the funeral this man was wandering the aisles, screaming, fainting from heartbreak that Demetrie was dead, calling out her name and throwing himself at the coffin – people were dragging him away, soothing him. It horrified our family. I was 16. I kept my eyes open and my mouth shut.’ “
It’s clear that this man had a profound effect on a much younger Stockett when she was just sixteen. Plunk is also called Clyde in the back of the actual book.
Demetrie came to cook and clean for my family when she was twenty-eight. My father was fourteen, my uncle seven. Demetrie was stout and dark-skinned and, by then, married to a mean, abusive drinker named Clyde. She wouldn’t answer me when I asked questions about him. But besides the subject of Clyde, she’d talk to us all day. (Pg 447 of the book under the section Too Little, Too Late)
But hey, not only is the message that a black female is better off without a black male in The Help, she’s better off without any companion, male or female. So Aibileen spends years and years alone, and so does Constantine, and apparently not only are they just fine with it but they’re better “Mammy” material because of it. Yep, that way they get to lavish all their pent up affection on Skeeter and Mae Mobley. Because between Constantine, Aibileen, and Minny, their love is reserved for the characters Stockett has them paired with, respectively Skeeter, Mae Mobley and Celia, and poor hapless Aibileen is paired with yet another needy individual, as Stockett dumps the Mary Sue called Skeeter on her.
The hits just keep on on coming in this book. Just in case I wasn’t already pissed about picking up on yet another stereotype, Stockett inserts the ol’ “black people having too many kids and can’t take care of them”. There’s Aibileen talking of her two sisters having eighteen kids between the both of them, and there’s Minny’s five kids plus the one she’s carrying. If the reader still doesn’t get it, Aibileen makes an uncalled for comment about how unkept and unruly her good friend Minny’s home is:
As usual, Minny’s house be like a chicken coop on fire. Minny be hollering, things be flinging around, all the kids squawking. I see the first hint a Minny’s belly under her dress and I’m grateful she finally showing. Leroy, he don’t hit Minny when she pregnant. And Minny know this so I spec they’s gone be a lot more babies after this one. (Page 396)
Or how about this unflattering description Aibileen gives of her “best” friend:
She roll her eyes and stick her tongue out like I handed her a plate a dog biscuits. “I knew you was getting senile,” she say. Aibileen, noting Minny’s canine like expression before she answers. (Pg 430)
I mean, damn. A sister can’t catch a break in this book without Stockett dropping hints on how messed up she thinks we are. Or were in the 60s. I’m not sure about the time period though, because dialogue from other eras and thoughts intrude on this book so much I thought I was in the 1970s. Sho Nuff.
It was easier to fall back on Amos n Andy type dialogue instead of crafting fully fleshed minority characters.
“You gone be a brain surgeon! Top a the house mean the head.” (Pg 63) – Constantine’s reply to Skeeter
“Cat got on the porch this morning, bout gave me a cadillac arrest thinking it was Mister Johnny.” Minny (Pg 48)
We start calling his daddy Crisco cause you can’t fancy up a man done run off on his family. Plus he the greasiest no-count you ever known. (Pg 5)
“Let’s see, I put the green beans in first, then I go on and get the pork chops going cause , mmm-mmm, I like my chops hot out the pan, you know.” (Pg 166)
Apparently some writers believe this hokey type of dialogue represents not only black speech but also the extent of our interests and the level of our thinking.
Dreamworks picked this farce of a novel up and is putting it on the big screen. I hope they realize the big gamble they’re taking. Depending on the screenwriter to clean up the source material won’t cut it. I don’t care how much editing Stockett’s good friend Tate Taylor does, the book is just that rancid. Or should I say, just as “spoilt” as a “rotten oyster”. The producers could be hoping for a another hit like The Blind Side even after black moviegoers have expressed weariness at films that portray the white character as their savior.
While I was reading The Help, I could have sworn I’d read similar black character types somewhere else. Sure enough I re-checked the novel Imitation of Life and Aibileen’s character has a bit of Delilah, the mild mannered domestic. Lulabelle was the tragic mulatto Peola. There’s more on the 1933 reviews for Imitation of Life which are similar to Stockett’s and also the criticism Hurst got from a black reviewer here:
https://acriticalreviewofthehelp.wordpress.com/2010/10/19/a-failure-to-communicate/
But it wasn’t just Fannie Hurst’s novel that Stockett’s book put me in mind of. There was William Styron’s The Confessions of Nat Turner, where the controversy over Nat’s self loathing of his own race had many blasting the author. Aibileen and Minny’s inner dialogue, while not as literary as Styron’s, come close to disliking not only themselves but their community.
As far as the Stockett’s court case goes, I hope the plaintiff Ablene Cooper’s lawyer pulls out all the stops in order to show that Stockett’s book did more harm than good. It simply reinforced stereotypes of the black culture that others stubbornly hold onto. Stereotypes that Stockett has apparently been taught and took to heart. What’s even worse is that the author found other individuals in publishing and also surrounding her who were more than willing to pat her on the back for it, which simply compounded the problem. Because trying to pass off a book of insults as beautiful recollections regarding her beloved maid won’t cut it. As my tell it like it is, South Carolina mom would say, “How dumb do you think I am not to realize you just called me stupid?”
I don’t know if Stockett’s brother, his wife or even if her sister are behind the lawsuit. But if they are, I can’t say I blame them. Because this is the kind of controversy that sticks to a family name years down the line.
Unfortunately for Stockett, the examination of her novel is only going to get worse, not better. The movie will simply put more scrutiny on her novel. Those not enarmored with the southern lifestyle of having docile or sassy domestics won’t be as charitable with their praise. It’s this type of intense analysis that was needed in the beginning. Had Stockett truly done her homework, then she would have known which stereotypes to avoid. Instead she plunged headfirst into embracing offensive myths about the black culture, rather than challenging them. The end result is a novel that seems to agree with much of what opponents of racial equality used in order to frighten and coerce others. Thus Aibileen only appears good and loving when she’s obsessing over Mae Mobley. The novel continuously provides its own red flags, especially when Stockett creates the pouty Kindra, and has Aibileen ignore her. In doing so it makes makes Aibileen appear as if she’s playing favorites based on race.
Stockett separates the children according to their actions and how the maids view them, placing negative behavior on Minny’s children Kindra and Sugar. The author has the scatterbrained Elizabeth Leefolt doing the same thing to Mae Mobley, and to a lesser extent Charlotte Phelan nags Skeeter about her behavior. But while Skeeter has Constantine to turn to, and Mae Mobley has Aibileen, Minny’s daughters are caught between a rock and a hard place. Their violent father Leroy and sharp tongued mother, Minny.
Stockett even has Leroy lacking in the brain cells department as he says this to Minny about her sixth pregnancy:
“You don’t get tired. Not till the tenth month” (Leroy Pg 406)
After reading enough of these type of quips that show just how dumb many of the black characters are, there was no way to think it wasn’t intentional. Needless to say, Stockett paints the segregationist white males in the book favoriably, with Skeeter telling the reader He is too honest a man to hide things (speaking of her father, Carlton Phelan, Pg 82) and He is a good man, Stuart (speaking of Stuart Whitworth her beau on Pg 382). Stockett even decides to tell the reader that Senator “Stoolie” Whitworth is a trapped man. Deep inside he really doesn’t agree with the out spoken pro-segregation Governor, though Stockett has Stoolie standing shoulder to shoulder with Governor Ross Barnett as they block James Meredith from entering Ole Miss. No, Stoolie is only doing the will of his constituents by being so hardlined against integration. Here’s what Stuart says to Skeeter (Skeeter speaks first as Stuart responds):
“But your father, at the table. He said he thought Ross Barnett was wrong.”
“You know that’s not the way it works. It doesn’t matter what he believes. It’s what Missisippi believes. He’s running for the U. S. Senate this fall and I’m unfortunate enough to know that.” (Skeeter and Stuart, Pg 273)
“Misrepresentation in a novel, whether or not it’s fiction, hurts. It hurts more when the writer connects it with something as profound as the civil rights movement. It’s the same sort of argument I hear from young adult readers when the issue of whitewashing book covers is brought up: a publisher releases a book with a white model on the cover when the book is about a black protagonist. When black readers complain, some white readers go, “It’s just a book cover. Stop making this into a race issue.” They say it, because they don’t understand. When you’re white and you’re used to having your race take centre stage in every single TV show, movie, video game – every facet of popular media – it’s difficult, probably near impossible, for you to understand that even the littlest things like fiction characters are big things to black people. Because we don’t have Harry Potters or Edward Cullens (thank God) or any of those popular white characters to represent us. So we have to make do with the little black characters that populate contemporary fiction.”
And that, is why The Help is useless to African Americans
This post is still being developed . . .
Mary Catherine Hurley
April 26, 2011
This was a great “rant” and very helpful to me. I am a liberal white woman who grew up in Chicago and was in college in the early 60s, the time in which the novel is set. The book really troubled me but I couldn’t identify why exactly. It seemed presumptuous for a young and privileged southern white woman to be writing about black poor women from the inside so to speak. (But i saw Tony Kushner’s opera/play “Caroline or Change” and I was moved and thought it rang true. Similar subject matter. But…art as opposed to pulp fiction, I guess.) But as a white woman the black experience is foreign to me; I’m clueless. Thanks for your help in understanding “what’s wrong with this picture.” I am going to read Isabelle Wilkerson’s book – thanks for the tip.
acriticalreviewofthehelp
April 26, 2011
Mary Catherine,
All I can say is THANK YOU.
Paula Bowden
August 4, 2011
the book is good in relation to the writing style and prose. It kept me up as I moved through the pages. It is written by a white woman and her perspective is such. We write from each other’s perspective regularly, and when a white woman is trying to express the voice of a black woman, it brings up much deeper feelings than a black woman voicing the white woman. If you read the author’s comments, she owns up to the fact that she’s writing a story and she just can’t know the truth – which is why this is a work of fiction. On the other hand, many people will read it and take it as the truth. That would be their error, wouldn’t it? Why don’t we have a black woman writing this story? Where is the black voice? We are willing to complain about what this woman is doing, but I don’t see any contemporaries writing such powerful work.
acriticalreviewofthehelp
August 4, 2011
Thanks for your comment Paula, but what you said has no bearing on the point of this post.
I do agree with you on Stockett’s writing skill. And I’ve said before that the premise was a good one. It’s the execution that was severely flawed.
Stockett, as a woman who admits she was raised in a segregated household (check the back of the book, Pg 448) unfortunately let the misinformation she was taught or picked up about African Americans seep into her novel.
While you may believe it’s “powerful” so did people who bought Sarah Palin’s book.
You’re also making a judgment call that has no basis regarding white writers crafting black characters better than African Americans, which is subjective and highly inflamatory.
Do yourself a favor and pick up Toni Morrison or google other black writers. Even award winning author Octavia Butler wrote compelling white characters and her genre was science fiction.
Had Stockett done her research, she wouldn’t have so many stereotypes in her novel.
As far as why don’t we have a black woman writing this story, there are black authors like Francine Thomas Howard’s stunning debut “Page From a Tennessee Journal”, as well as other novelists like Alice Walker, Zora Neale Hurston among others.
And who is “we?”
No offense, but you’re commenting from the perspective of someone who appears not to grasp the reasons why African Americans as well as other white readers don’t care for this novel.
I get that you like it, but your reasons don’t reflect how you can’t see past that.
To you this work is “powerful” to me it’s the same routine. Docile black maid and sassy maid need to be led. There are a number of books and movies that follow this same format or have minorities needing to have a white character show them what they already should know. What makes it even worse in The Help, is that in actuality, many domestics were part of the ground swell of marchers for equality.
The Help demeans the African American male while elevating the white male.
It demeans the black domestics by defaulting once again to the dark, overweight stereotypes who resemble Aunt Jemima.
Stockett even makes a difference in her own characters, by separating the light african americans from the dark, and giving them attributes many whites look favorably on, like straight hair (Yula May) light skin (Lulabell) and articulate speech (Gretchen)
Stockett also resurrects offensive stereotypes and slurs used against blacks, not only from her white characters, but she has them coming from the mouths of her black characters. That’s not powerful, that’s pathetic.
Stockett had the benefit of a major publisher, yet the book is riddled with inconsistencies. A major one is Skeeter claiming Medgar Evers was “bludgeoned” in his front yard on page 277. Never happened. That’s an editing error left in the book.
But as I pointed out in another post, Kathryn Stockett apparently believed it, because she repeated the error in three separate audio interviews. So the question is, why didn’t she recall writing in her own novel that Evers was shot?
It’s because she never did the research. And in a historical fiction novel like The Help, proper research is the difference between having a number of black and white fans, or black and white detractors who can point out just where Stockett erred (using links to articles and prior research as backup to dispute the depictions in her book.)
Sara Allen
August 22, 2011
Mary Catherine Hurley expressed how I felt, too, when reading this book. I initially enjoyed the storyline on a superficial level but my misgivings about where the book was coming from and what impact it was going to have on the collective mass that would read it gave way to my decision that I would not recommend it.
I REALLY appreciated this article. Its critical examination provided me with a much more solid understanding of the responsibilities an author has when telling a story about human history. I actually felt better after reading this.
Other amazing authors: Richard Wright, Sister Souljah, Alice Walker (and so many more!)
Arthur Fedde
March 4, 2012
What ever happened to “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover”? I have a dream that one day we will not judge a book by its cover but by the content of its pages.
“Because we don’t have Harry Potter or Edward Cullings…” Well, why don’t you go write your own then.
acriticalreviewofthehelp
March 4, 2012
Hello Fred.
Ah, the old “I really can’t defend why I love the novel, so I’ll just defend it by telling you to write one.”
The Help is an example of not only the continued inequality in the US, but how those in publishing and some in Hollywood co-signed demeaning images of African Americans that originated in segregation and continues after segregation. Stockett dusted off character tropes like the black “Brute” (Leroy), the tragic mulatto (Lulabelle), the blindly docile maid (Aibileen), and the grumpy, funny maid (Minny) there’s also the hybrid of the two, a role Ethel Waters perfected in Member of the Wedding
If you love the novel so much, then surely you caught the Medgar Evers error in “the content of its pages.” The error is on Pg 277. And your girl Stockett repeated the error in not one, not two but THREE audio interviews, so she can’t claim she was misquoted.
Link: https://acriticalreviewofthehelp.wordpress.com/2011/04/09/medgar-evers-error-in-the-help/
So yeah, I’m “judging” it by its content. Because that’s one big ass whopper of an error. Even though the mainstream media chose to ignore it. Gee, I wonder why? Had Stockett been a man, it wouldn’t have been ignored. Double standard perhaps?
So “judging” by her “Medgar Evers was bludgeoned on his front lawn” and the section where Skeeter claims Evers was “bludgeoned” just how much hard research Stockett actually did comes into question (zero to none in my opinion based on the other errors and offensive segregationist ideology oozing from the dialogue of the black characters. Thus Aibileen is a a mammy and an Uncle Tom, and Minny is a modern day “sassy” Mammy. What’s even worse is that the author admitted in a number of public events “I just made this shit up!” Link: https://acriticalreviewofthehelp.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/i-just-made-this-shit-up-per-stockett/
So you see, its not literature you’re trying to defend, but by the author’s own account, it’s crap.