This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Clemson chapter.
Don’t Flee the Beyhive
An entire week has passed, yet the backlash from Beyoncé’s super bowl halftime
performance has continued to grow. The social media hashtag #boycottBeyonce is
being used by thousands of online users and there is even an anti-Beyoncé protest
planned for February 16th in front of the NFL headquarters. But tickets for the
“Formation” tour went on sale this week… will you be buying a ticket?
I know I will. In reality, Queen Bey has never really been well received by Fox news nor
many of the right wing extremists. Perhaps it is because she is one of the most
influential women in the world, or even more frightening, a powerful, provocative, and
talented African American woman with copious influence over today’s media. Mrs.
Carter’s halftime performance of “Formation” was an excellent display of talent and
strength, so certainly some controversy was expected. But many reporters have been
accusing the star of being “anti-white” and “anti-police”… And to be honest, I almost
went along with them.
As a Caucasian female and granddaughter to a member of the police force, I was
initially unnerved by the sinking police car and colonial apparel reminiscent of the pre-
Civil war era. I wondered why Queen Bey would use her platform to confront the people
who put their lives at risk to protect the American people. I was afraid that she was
using her influence to make whites uncomfortable and heighten the racial tension that
has existed in America for centuries, despite efforts to diffuse it.
But this week’s, NBC’s Saturday Night Live aired a satirical skit titled “The Day Beyoncé
Turned Black.” The mock trailer poked fun at some of the conservatives who slammed
the “Formation” video and super bowl performance by setting up a nightmare world in
which nothing made sense anymore for the white people living in it. One character,
Bobby Moynihan, comes to the realization that “maybe this song isn’t for us,” to which
another character, Cecily Strong, responds, “but everything usually is!”
This nightmare trailer woke me up from my white privilege daydream and led me to a
realization. America has a dark history of not-so-patriotic practices and attitudes, but the
racism that evolved from that time is still a very real part of the America we know today.
It’s evident that much of the past has been spent erasing and belittling African American
culture for use in white society. Taking bits and pieces of black identity, whites have
been sanitizing the culture and using it for their own consumption for years. Not until
recently have African American artists been telling their own narratives, and it’s making
white people uncomfortable. White Americans haven’t been taught to assimilate cultural
expressions that are not our own, because much of the media and music they have
been exposed to is filtered to match the schemas that exist already in the advantaged
mind. The reason stories of oppression and the delicate and complex history of black
culture don’t make sense to whites is because they aren’t able to relate to many of the
narratives. Without taking the time to consider the stories the black community may
have to tell, the accounts are written off because they don’t exactly fit white
preconceptions.
As for the sinking police car, many have been too quick to think that to stand up for
black lives lost to police violence is inherently “anti-police.” Rather than a stab at the
police force, Bey’s performance was a call to action and a rallying cry for the Black
Lives Matter movement. She used the release of her single “Formation” to acknowledge
that she has indeed achieved great fame, wealth, and success, but she knows her
roots, and she is aligning herself with the black community and movement to save black
lives.
Beyonce’s halftime show is a great example of how a young, powerful and talented
black woman can tell a story of oppression and give a voice back to blacks who have
been silenced for years. She did not do so with disrespect or vehemence, but rather
peacefully, to help cultivate a reverent black movement that does not need the approval
of white privilege. So buy yourself a ticket to see the Queen B. And keep hot sauce in
your bag. Swag.