Anthony Carter

Black Father Love: A New Type of Celebrity

Filed By Anthony Carter | April 11, 2011 2:00 PM | comments

Filed in: Entertainment, Living
Tags: Angelina Jolie, Bill Cosby, black parenting, brad pitt, celebrity adoptions, child care, sandra bullock, single male parents, single parents

In a world that gives so much credence and attention to Brangelina, Sandra Bullock, and every celebrity that takes in a baby of color, where is all the glory and paparazzi for black dads who are raising their children?

CS-cosby-cast.jpgDuring the heyday of The Cosby Show, we longed for Thursday nights. Not only to see the hijinks that one of those adorable children would create but to see how a loving black, funny dad would handle it. There would be no hitting or yelling or belittling.

Cosby made us fall in love with the possibility of black father love.

It was so overwhelming and so inspiring that folk all over the world were drawn to this black man and his concern and love for his children. Sadly, we, as a nation, were led to believe that this was a fluke, a yukfest, entertainment at its best.

An aunt of mine pointed out that this is not the way "real" black dads behaved. At 16, I found this comment confusing and dumb. It was the kind of relationship I truly wanted and would want to have with my children: respectful and not fear-based.

Somewhere along the way, we have gotten very confused regarding how men love and how they should or could love particularly when it comes to young people.

Let's hope at some point we move beyond all of this nonsense. In the meantime, what can we do to bring as much attention to men loving their children, our children?

What can be done to make the everyday man who takes on the unheralded and thankless job of successfully raising children appear as exciting as celebrity adoption? How do we shift the media and our attention to a topic that consistently gets neglected?

I once came up with an idea of doing a photography exhibit where black men being loving open and accessible was the image you got bombarded with no matter where you looked. I have also written a series of plays about black men and the complexities of our relationships.

So I suggest we start the same place we start most things that we want to see more of: we start with our imaginations.

Then we demand that images not be deleted from popular culture but that our decolonized and well thought alternatives be included. Remember everything is created inwardly first. If we can't imagine it, nothing will change.

At one time, slavery was thought to be OK; women couldn't vote; we thought the Earth was flat and that nice German fellow would go away if we just ignored him.

People can change their thinking.

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I loved the Cosby Show when I was a kid! Not only was it funny, but the family looked like mine to me: it was one of the few shows with a professional, full-time working mom who wasn't always talking about how she felt like she was abandoning her kids.

I loved it so much that for history-makers day in third grade, where we each had to dress up as a history maker and put together sketches for the parents and all the school, I chose Bill Cosby. I had to do stand-up with jokes about history that I had memorized. I was so nervous and I got ready for weeks and then it happened and I remember my mom couldn't stop laughing afterwards about how I put the mic so close to my mouth no one knew what I was saying.

I loved the show too. I used to wish that I lived with them instead of my crappy-ass family.