Stacey Dash and the Psychology of Puppets

Dash isn’t alone when it comes to being a “puppet” for various media outlets that try to push an anti-black message.

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There is a little-known technique in some areas of psychology called “puppet therapy,” whereby patients use dolls or puppets to express emotions and points of view that they are uncomfortable saying themselves. The puppet becomes a de facto voice for people to vent their feelings freely and release their true thoughts because, after all … they’re not saying it … it’s the doll.

Slick-thinking media operatives adopted this technique a few years ago. And there have always been black marionettes willing to be the mouthpiece for anti-black elements embedded within the power structure.

Stacey Dash—the bronzed-skinned backwash from the conservative spit cup—resurfaced Thursday to chime in on Jesse Williams’ BET Awards speech, calling him a “Hollywood plantation slave.”

Dash fits in a long line of black celebrities ever so willing to contort themselves to always fit on the good side of the anti-black, conservative argument. But she’s not the only one.

I know this sounds like a conspiracist’s hypothesis, but ask yourself this: Do you think there is a single American who takes Don Lemon seriously as a journalist? Does he possess some irreplaceable charisma that people clamor for when he reads the teleprompter or delivers his inane commentary?

Aside from the fact that he continually twists any argument so that he can land on the opposite side of black people, as if there were a Klansman whispering into his earpiece, he seems to have no other particularly qualifying skill. OK, I’ll admit that he does pronounce words correctly, but there’s an overzealous nerd in every fifth-grade classroom in America raising his hand, begging to be chosen to read aloud, who could do that job. When the Columbia Journalism Review named Lemon the Worst Journalist of 2014, CNN renewed his contract. At this point, there is no logical argument to be made as to why he is the signature newsman on the signature news network except that network bosses want him to be the fool.

They know what he’s doing, but what’s worse is they know that we know what he is doing and they still don’t care. One can only reach one conclusion: He is their puppet. Lemon is not a token, because a token represents something. I challenge anyone to find a legitimate, critical voice who thinks Lemon is a reputable journalist. So why would the network that refers to itself as “the most trusted name in news” parade him in front of the camera in prime time?

Then there’s this woman: Raven-Symoné.

Every other month, Raven-Symoné opens her rooster-headed mouth to let some stupidity escape. However you feel about Whoopi Goldberg’s semi-Stepin Fetchit tendencies, at least she has a long career of standing in front of an audience that paid to hear her thoughts.

When I heard that Barbara Walters—probably the most trusted newswoman in the history of American journalism—was being replaced on The View by Olivia from The Cosby Show, I was sure that someone was trolling me. There was no way those white housewives parked in front of TVs ironing dress shirts wanted to hear a former Cheetah Girl talk about politics or culture. I’m willing to bet that if you asked average viewers of The View to tell you about Hanging With Mr. Cooper, they’d shrug their shoulders and ask if it was a documentary about a lynching in Mississippi.

Raven-Symoné has “Bojangled” so much that she makes Goldberg look like a Black Panther, and her stupidity has been talked about and discussed so much that ABC must know that she is viewed as having an IQ slightly above that of a walrus with a learning disability. Trust me, the network knows. But it keeps putting dollar bills in her pocket and broadcasting her to the world because she is so perfect a dummy, you can’t even see the Disney network’s mouth move when it wants to belt out a “jigaboo” or two. It is puppet surrogacy at its finest, and Raven-Symoné is the perfect marionette.

And let’s not forget about the woman Donald Trump made.

Every other day, Omarosa Manigault pops up on a cable-news network to shimmy for Trump. She never has a valid argument because … well … she is just a lady from a reality show so desperate to hold on to fame that she is willing to attach herself to a carrot-colored racist in hopes that she can ride his coattails to the White House. I honestly hope she’ll receive something for selling out so completely and fully—maybe a Cabinet post as secretary of shuck and jive.