I used to cringe whenever you came on.
I knew you meant well, but your timing was off. You were nervous. I hoped you had the goods and weren’t an, ahem, Affirmative Action hire, but you never know.
Then it happened.
Right around the time that Chris Rock hosted, you, Leslie Jones relaxed, settled in, and became one of Saturday Night Live’s funniest cast members.
That shit was important to me.
Not just because before Sasheer Zameta, SNL hadn’t had a full time Black female cast member since Ellen Cleghorn, but also because SNL is the only show I watch, the only show I’ve always watched, I’ve been watching it from the first season and I didn’t wanna see it fucked up even if it meant another job opportunity for a Black person.
I’d seen you before, you know. You’d had a stand-around role in Lottery Ticket.
Now you’ve hit The Big Time.
And The Big Time, of course, has it’s price.
Now, I was never a fan of Ghostbusters and I love Bill Murray. I just ain’t think that shit was exceptionally funny.
When I knew they were making a new one, this one featuring all women in the original roles that featured all men, I was like, ok, a movie I can wait till cable for.
As it turns out, you replaced the original Black character Ernie Hudson and have caught nothing but hate for it.
So be it.
Hate, of course, is one of the prices of The Big Time.
And as hopefully not one-hit-wonder Rico Richie delightfully tells us, “If you ain’t got no haters you ain’t poppin’.”
Now, it’s known that I hate the expression “Strong Black Woman“.
I think Black woman should be considered “beautiful” first.
Still, I will admit that there’s a toughness that comes with wearing this skin; that must, that, although we normally associate it with pioneers like Jackie Robinson and other men that were “firsts” at a certain pursuit and therefore faced the headwind of opposition, was also clearly in the likes of Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth and all the Black women whose names should stay in our mouths despite the fact that it’s a full two seasons after Black History Month.
Some clown named Milo Yiannopoulos trolled you so bad on Twitter that initially, you reported him and had him kicked off, then you quit Twitter yourself.
And it was pretty standard trolling; called you a gorilla, that sorta thing.
Of course the fact that this Milo’s a fag has now become something that can’t be made fun of.
The gay lobby has done a terrific job of making sure that nobody employs what it terms, “hate speech”.
You’d think that, by now, the Black lobby would be similarly powerful, but, alas, no.
Still, there’s a plethora of platforms from which to attack, or if this road appeals more, you could disdain to respond at all.
Do you need Eddie Murphy to tell you that you’re bigger than Milo Yiannopoulos?
But to let him run you off of Twitter or any platform, that’s defeatist to a degree that belies how much hard work and dedication it certainly took for you to arrive at the place you’re in today.
Plus, you’re Black!
I know you got jokes!
Hell, you’re a comedienne!
You can’t dis, clown, rag, bag on, or roast in your own defense?
Shit, you’re making Ayesha Curry look like the new Cleo Sims!
Get back on Twitter, Leslie.
Rosa ain’t give up her seat, don’t give up yours.