Kellyanne Conway is the New Miss Ann & White Women’s Living Nightmare
Written by @theamonyee
Every time Kellyanne Conway opens her mouth she resurrects the damned spirit of every Miss Ann who has hidden behind massa’s face and southern drawl while abusing and exploiting black women, men, and children.
Kellyanne Conway is not new to Black women. She is who we refer to as Miss Ann.
Miss Ann is a term used to describe the mistress on slave plantations. She is poised, issues her disapproval of the “other” in hushed tones, smiles during attack, and quietly feeds the beast of racism to her husband and children on a silver spoon. Her plastered smile and powdered skin make her undetectable to her own, but to those she oppresses she is obvious and conjoined with her male counterpart, so much so that it is nearly impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends. She is rarely discussed in present day conversations about white supremacy, the history of anti-Blackness, or even in the current discussion about the lack of intersectionality in white feminism, but she is a powerful and dangerous sociopolitical figure that we can no longer afford to ignore.
History doesn’t lie.
In 1669, Virginia law added an act concerning the “casual killing of slaves” stating “that if a slave dies while resisting his master, the act will not be presumed to have occurred with ‘prepensed malice’”. Laws such as this were not just written to protect massa and the overseer, but also to protect Miss Ann if she got carried away beating the children produced by her husband’s acts of rape against Black women. In 1680, additional laws stated that slaves could not “leave the plantation without the written permission of one’s master, mistress or overseer. The punishment: “twenty lashes on one’s bare back.”
White women in America have had power and influence over matters of race for quite some time, in spite of their gender. Their images are frozen at the sides of their men in every lynching, Jim Crow, and Civil Rights photo archived in this country. Sometimes you can even see them smiling.
Over the past week there has been harsh judgement and criticism from white women accusing Black women of lacking sisterhood for deciding not to join in the marches that took place this past Saturday. Let that sink in for a moment: Miss Ann was upset with Black women for what she perceived to be a lack of sisterhood…
Taking a moment to evaluate whether or not we as Black women can engage in a healthy, equitable allyship with white women is not divisive, it is emotionally intelligent and a matter of self-preservation.
We are not sisters. We do not have a sisterhood. Black women must have missed the meeting where we sat down at a table, white women apologized and provided a plan to atone and heal, and we agreed to be sisters under those terms and conditions.
How could we consider the women, who raped our men then falsely accused them of rape, beat and killed our children, fought against our human rights and punished us mercilessly for their husbands’ unwanted sexual advances and violence, our sisters?
Our bond to other women of color is comprised of similar values about family and nature, histories of coexisting cultures, and perhaps one of our strongest ties, our shared experience of being abused and mistreated by white people. Our sisters are the women who cared for our children when they were ripped from us and sold to other plantations. Our sisters are the women who watched over our homes while we were cleaning yours. Our sisters were jailed and beaten beside us, fighting for rights that would benefit the same white women who spat on us as we attempted to integrate schools and lunch counters.
Are you willing to do these things in order to earn the right to call yourself my sister?
This weekend we saw signs bearing the name of America’s newest massa: Trump. But where were the signs for your sister, Kellyanne? Hasn’t she been whispering into his ear for the past five months? Wasn’t it her face we saw immediately after he confessed to being a pussygrabber? Didn’t she appear on national news signaling to her sisters that they should believe her over their own eyes? Hasn’t she stood on the porch of America’s plantation in full support of his public verbal beatings against Black communities, Mexicans, Muslims, and the disabled? Where were your signs for Mrs. Kellyanne?
Like it or not, she is your sister.
If you are serious about making meaningful change you will have to convince your sisters to stop hiding behind the excuse of white men and to hold each other accountable for the damage they have done and continue to do. The only way to do this will be to face the fact that you might have a little Miss Ann in you. And yes, Black women see it. And no, we will not pretend that we don’t.
You want to be my sister?
Get to work.
Until then, don’t ask me to do a damn thing for Miss Ann.