Hate Rising: Jorge Ramos explores the rise of racism in America
The year is 1997. The world is full of Spice — Girls, more specifically. The girl-group is crushing music, TV, and cinema with their appropriately titled movie, Spice World. Little girls are rejoicing, having discovered “girl power” and “zig-a-zig-ahhh.”
But being black meant that you couldn’t experiment with pretending to be other Spice Girls. You always had to play as Scary Spice. No matter what. Even if, in your soul, you were Ginger. Even if you had a terrible hair relaxer that murdered your curls (😳). Even if your abs were nowhere near that rock-hard.
With rumors swirling that the Spice Girls might do a reunion tour, I decided to commiserate with other Spice Girls fans and see exactly how many of my black girlfriends related to being forced into a role that maybe didn’t fit so well. Turns out this is a universal experience.
#ImNotScary. If you got to know me, you’d totally see I’m Ginger Spice.