There’s a post going around Tumblr that you must’ve seen by now if you’re following SJ blogs and it’s relevant to my life. The header runs “15-Year-Old African Kid Tells Madonna To Go ‘Have Sex’ with Herself” and it was (apparently) originally posted on the Nigerian tabloid site Naijamayor (original post). This is a Nigerian site equivalent to People, Us Weekly, or something along those lines. (Or an American site reporting on Nigerian pop culture? It’s unclear.)
The post describes an encounter between celebrity Madonna and an African child named Dakarai Molokomme. Dakarai, a fifteen-year-old boy, tells Madonna to go fuck herself. When asked why, he says that people like Madonna use charity in Africa as PR, and even adopt starving children to use a trophies to parade around to their friends. If they really wanted to help Africa they’d arrange for vaccines to be flown in. (I’m paraphrasing thus far, the real quotes are all in the article.)
But then “Dakarai,” who, as we’ll see, does not actually exist, says something very hurtful:
Transracial international adoptions are part of the white savior industrial complex.
The good news? There is no way that this post is real, and here is the bulletin breakdown as to why, after a frantic hour of Googling.
- First, there’s the legitimacy of the website. At best, it’s an actual Nigerian tabloid, on a journalistic par with People or Sun. At worst, it’s an American tabloid devoted to Nollywood and similar pop culture.
- Argument in favour of it being an American paper: why would a Nigerian paper, for Nigerians, refer to an “African” child? They don’t call English muffins “English muffins” in England. They call them “muffins.”
- The article refers to “the local media” but never names a source. It says Dakarai spoke further to “journalists in the media.” Sounds legit.
- A quick Google search for “tells madonna to go fuck herself” yielded… extremely little other than the Tumblr reblogs of the article itself.
- Variant stories claim that Dakarai was a girl; others that he was seven years old. Ah, Urban Legend, the new fragrance from Tumblr SJ.
- Ever heard of Abraham Maslow? Short story, he was a psychiatrist who said if you’re starving, you can’t do higher-level thinking. How is a fifteen-year-old who’s starving pontificating like an SJW? No fifteen-year-old is this eloquent. (For proof, see the stupid-ass fifteen-year-olds who reblogged this post.)
- Finally, the tone of the article is satirical. “‘Bono’s efforts to save the African savage from itself prove that the colonial imperative is alive and well,’ Dakarai said as he walked with other village children collecting sticks to build a tree fort.” How can anyone not see the hilariousness in the satire? Ha ha ha? Anyone? It’s aimed at SJWs. The point is, no African child would actually refuse being adopted by a rich person with candy and shit, no matter how imperialist. It shows how detached, unlikely, and counterproductive the SJW rhetoric is.
The real danger is that when the Tumblr SJ community grabs ahold of something, it really does. And now a whole bunch of SJWs are going to go around harassing adopters of African children on Tumblr who are sincere and kind and loving and hopeful as “Western imperialists fucks” or whatever. How stupid are these people, to think that they can define what is and isn’t racist? liberal? politically correct? productive? good? holy? SOCIAL JUSTICE?
Most of them are sad or let down that this heinous article wasn’t real. And, to boot, so lacking in media analysis to have fallen for an article hook, line, and sinker, that I detected as false from the first read-through.
The funny thing is, I wouldn’t blame Dakarai for holding this sentiment. If I was starving and all-too aware of the fact that nobody gave a shit about me or my country’s condition, I’d be pissed off at the privileged white folk, too.
But this is atypical of the average white, first-world adopter of a black, third-world child. People who wish to adopt are motivated by many things: a desire to have a family denied them by biology; a desire to help a child by giving him or her a better life; a desire to share the love they have pent up inside them like champagne shaken hours on end, the cork still tightly wired to the cold, tense bottle.
To Dakarai I would say, I have no idea what it is like to live in the third-world, to not know where my next meal is coming from or if I’ll have one at all, or to be paraded around by Western media like a prop. And you don’t know the pain, futility, and hopelessness of infertility, of trying a dozen diets and even undergoing surgery, knowing in your heart it’s all for nothing.
And then be told that a God-given and blessed way out of both situations is part of the “white saviour complex.”