The Melissa Harris-Perry Show
“Why then the world's mine oyster, / Which I with sword will open.” William Shakespeare (The Merry Wives of Windsor)
I am a Public Progressive, but Capitalism has been very good to me. If MSNBC were not in the picture, my profile would still be high. A mulatto wearing cornrows is as American as a Camaro, and my Ph.D. doesn't hurt. The only thing holding me back is the pressure to maintain “street cred”, and making race central to every subject on the show also doesn't help.
I was taught the value of Neo-Marxism in graduate school, and every segment convinces me that Class and Gender are as important as Race. But my hands are tied by the black version of p.c. I cater to “the black community”, the 11 million or so underclass who control the conversation, including my weekly drama. My mother taught me every white girl's trick in the book, so I can switch any conversation by summoning the optimal register of emotions in order to get my way.
Don't cross me or else I will shoot you down or silence you, methods I perfected by watching Reverend Al. Neither of us wants to offend the Military-Industrial-Social Complex that has led us to the White House and beyond. “Rev” spoke to the British Parliament, and I would like to meet Kate Middleton one day, knowing by birthright not to touch the body of a royal person.
My husband advised me not to let my head get too big, but he is just jealous and knows better than to push me too far. I have busted my butt to get where I am, and well-orchestrated controversy keeps me in the news. As long as I maintain control of my fawning guests and of my practiced performances, God's Will will insure that the sky is my limit.
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