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...jungle's beasts for hours, can swim for miles, run at top speed for miles and still have enough energy left to out smart, out hunt and even defeat whole tribes of natives. And you, Oh God, even you are pictured across the country by the Whites as having blond hair, blue eyes and white skin. You wear a white robe with white wings and you have white angels who wear white robes with white wings. They too have bond hair and blue eyes. I can remember very vividly how my mother used to tell me all about the hangups...
...Novelist James Baldwin. The Negro's freedom, Baldwin charged in an odd metaphorical mix, has been "frozen or strangled at the root" because "the Christ I was presented with, though he was born in Nazareth under a very hot sun, was presented to me with blue eyes and blond hair; and all the virtues to which I, as a black man, was expected to aspire had by definition to be white...
...fault the stunning effect of Madden's first entrance. In the throne room the courtiers have gathered, all garbed in Ray Diffen's dark colors. Into this assembly descends the King via a steep stage-right staircase. He has long blond hair, a blond beard, and is dressed entirely in blinding white, with silver R's embroidered on his cape. To top it off, inside the gold crown on his head he holds a white kitten...
Real Society women tend to be tweedy-leathery, observes Birmingham -the leathery part being the texture of their perpetually tanned skin. "Hair is a blond mixture, streaked from the sun, of middle length, and is often caught at the back of the neck in a little net bag." Despite such allure, a man of Real Society may become jaded, and if this occurs, says the author, he may be permitted to keep a mistress. Here is a true class distinction: the lives of the lofty are spacious enough for mistresses, but the lower orders have only adultery...
Americans who deplore crime and disorder might consider the case of Andy Warhol, who for years has celebrated every form of licentiousness. Like some Nathanael West hero, the pop-art king was the blond guru of a nightmare world, photographing depravity and calling it truth. He surrounded himself with freakily named people-Viva, Ultra Violet, International Velvet, Ingrid Superstar-playing games of lust, perversion, drug addiction and brutality before his crotchety cameras. Last week one of his grotesque bit players made the game quite real...