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motleywolf-et-al · 2 years ago
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currently in a "in the space of a sundown, you show me the wide world from a horse's back, and the soul of the world within my own walls" kind of mood
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motleywolf-et-al · 2 years ago
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this is the PERFECT meme for them. of course you know it happened after *ahem* the... incident with civil
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Here are the top 500 Indian Names!
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1. Top 500 Indian Names for girls
Abha — Splendor, light
Aditi — Boundless, freedom
Aisha — Alive
Aishwarya — Prosperity, wealth
Akanksha — Desire, wish
Amala — Clean, pure
Amandeep — Peace
Amardeep — Immortal, light
Amarjeet — Immortal, victory
Anima — Minuteness
Anisha — Nightless, sleepless
Anjali — Salutation
Aparajita — Unconquered
Aparna — Leafless
Apurva — New, unpreceded
Aradhana — Worship
Archana — Praisin
Aruna — Reddish brown
Arushi — Hitting, killing
Arya — Aryan, noble
Asha — Wish, desire, hope
Avani — Earth
Azra — Virgin
Bala — Young
Balwinder — Strength, might
Bhavana — Producing, manifesting.
Chanda — Fierce, hot, passionate
Chandra — Moon
Devi — Goddess
Devika — Little goddess.
Diksha — Preparation for a religious ceremony
Dipa — Light, light
Dipali — Row of lamps
Dipti — Brightness, light
Disha — Region, direction
Divya — Divine, heavenly
Diya — lamp, light
Drishti — Sight
Durga — Unattainable
Esha — Desire, wish
Ezhil — Beauty
Fariha — Happy
Gauri — White
Gita — Song
Grishma — Summer
Gul — Flower, rose
Gulbadan — Having a body like a rose
Gulrukh — Rose faced
Gurdeep — Teacher, guru
Gurmeet — Friend
Hema — Golden
Ila — Earth, speech
Inderpal — Protector of Indra
Indira — Beauty
Indrani — Queen of Indra
Indu — Bright drop
Indumathi — Full moon
Isha — Master
Ishani — Ruling, possessing
Ishita — Supremacy
Jaswinder — Fame, praise, glory
Jaya — Victory
Jayashri — Goddess of victory
Jyoti — Light
Jyotsna — Moonlight
Kajal — Lotion for the eyes
Kala — Art form, virtue
Kali — The black one
Kalpana — Imagining, fantasy
Kalyani — Beautiful, lovely, auspicious
Kamakshi — Love, desire
Kamala — Lotus
Kamani — Desirable
Kanchana — Golden
Kanta — Desire, beautiful
Kanti — Beauty
Karishma — Miracle
Kashi — Shining
Kaur — Princess
Kavita — Poem
Khurshid — Shining sun
Khushi — Happiness
Kiran — Dust
Kirtida — One who bestows fame
Laboni — Beauty, loveliness, charm
Lakshmi — Sign, mark
Lalita — Playful, charming, desirable
Lata — Vine, creeping plant
Lavanya — Beauty, grace
Lila — Play, amusement
Lilavati — Amusing, charming, graceful
Lina — Absorbed, united
Madhu — Sweet, honey
Madhur — Sweet
Madhuri — Sweetness
Mala — Necklace
Malati— Jasmine
Malani — Fragrant
Mandeep — Mind, intellect, spirit
Manjeet — Victory, conquering
Manju — Lovely, beautiful
Manjula — Pleasing, beautiful
Manjusha — Small box, small chest
Maya — Illusion
Mina — Fish
Minali — Fish catcher
Mira — Sea, ocean
Mitra — Friend
Mohini — Infatuating
Mridula — Soft, delicate, gentle
Mukta — Liberated, set free
Nalini — Lotus
Namrata — Bowing, humility
Nandita — Joy
Nasim — breeze
Nasrin — Wild rose
Navdeep — New, fresh
Navneet — Eternal
Neha — Love, tenderness
Nida — Call, proclaim
Nikita — House, habitation
Nila — Dark blue
Nirupama — Unequaled, matchless
Nisha — Night
Nishat — Energetic, lively
Nitika — Guidance, moral conduct
Nitya — Always, eternal
Nur — Light
Padma — Lotus
Padmini — Many lotuses
Parvati — Of the mountains
Prachi — Eastern, ancient
Pratibha — Light, splendor, intelligence
Pratima — Image, likeness, reflection
Pritha — The palm of the hand
Priti — Pleasure, joy, love
Priya — Beloved
Priyanka — Agreeable, amiable
Puja — Honor, worship
Purnima — Full moon
Pushpa — Flower
Rachana — Creation, preparation
Radha — Success
Rajani — The dark one
Rajkumari — Princess
Rajni — Queen
Rani — Queen
Rashmi — Ray of sunlight
Rati — Rest, pleasure
Ratna — jewel, treasure
Reshmi — Silk
Reva — One that moves
Richa — Praise, verse, sacred text
Rina — Melted
Ritka — Movement, stream, brass
Ritu — Season, period
Riya — Singer
Roshan — Light, bright
Roshni — Light, brightness
Rupa — Shape, form
Rupinder — Greatest beauty
Sabeen — Follower of another religion
Saira — Traveler
Sakshi — Witness
Sandhya — Twilight
Sanjana — Uniting, joining
Saraswati — Possessing water
Sarita — Flowing
Savitri — Relating to the sun
Shabnam — Dew
Shahnaz — Pride of the king
Shailaja — Daughter of the mountain
Shakti — Power
Shakuntala — Bird
Shanta — Pacified, Calm
Shanti — Quiet, peace, tranquility
Sharmila — Protection, comfort, joy
Shashi — Having a hare
Shikha — Crest, peak
Shila — Conduct, disposition, character
Shivali — Beloved of Shiva
Shobha — Brilliance
Shreya — Superior, best
Shweta — White
Shyama — Dark, black, blue
Siddhi — Accomplishment, success, attainment
Sima — Boundary, limit
Sita — Furrow
Sitara — Star
Sneha — Love, tenderness
Sona — Gold
Sonal — Good color
Sonam — Virtuous
Sukhdeep — Pleasant, happy
Sulabha — Easy, simple, natural
Sultana — Ruler
Suman — Well-disposed
Sumati — Wise, good mind
Sunita — Well-conducted, wise
Suniti — Good conduct
Sushila — Good-tempered, well-disposed
Swapna — Sleep, dream
Swarna — Good color
Tanu — Slender
Tanvi — Slender woman
Tara — Star
Tejal — Brilliance, splendor
Thamarai — Lotus
Trishna — Thirst, desire
Uma — Flax
Upasana — Worship, devotion
Urvi — Wide
Uttara — North
Vaishnavi — Belonging to Vishnu
Varsha — Rain
Vasuda — Granting wealth
Vasudha — Producer of wealth
Vasundhara — Possessor of wealth
Veda — Knowledge
Vidya — Knowledge, science, learning
Vijaya — Victory
2. Top 500 Indian Names for boys
Abbas — Austere
Abdul — Servant of the powerful
Abhay — Fearless
Abhijit — Victorious
Abhilash — Desire, wish
Abhinav — Young, fresh
Abhishek — Anointing
Adil — Fair, honest
Aditya — Belonging to Aditi
Adnan — Settler
Agni — Fire
Ahmad — More commendable
Ajay — Unconquered
Ajit — Invincible
Akash — Open space
Akbar — Greater, greatest
Akhil — Whole, complete
Akshay — Undecaying
Ali — Lofty, sublime
Amandeep — Lamp, light
Amar — Immortal
Amardeep — Immortal
Amarjeet — Victory, conquering
Amin — Truthful
Amir — Commander, prince
Amit — Immeasurable, infinite
Amitabh — Immeasurable splendor
Amrit — Immortal
Anand — Happiness, bliss
Anbu — Love
Anik — Army
Aniket — Homeless
Anil — Air, wind
Aniruddha — Unobstructed, Ungovernable
Anish — Supreme, paramount
Ankit — Marked
Ankur — Sapling
Anuj — Born later, younger
Anup — Watery
Anupam — Incomparable, matchless
Apurva — Upreceded, new
Aravind — Lotus
Arif — Learned, expert
Arijit — Conquering enemies
Aritra — Propelling
Aruna — Reddish brown
Arya — Aryan, noble
Asad — Lion
Ashwin — Possessed of horses
Asim — Boundless, limitless
Aswathi — Sacred fig tree
Avinash — Indestructible
Azad — Free
Azhar — Shining, bright
Aziz — Powerful, respected, beloved
Babur — Tiger
Bala — Young
Balakrishna — Strength, might
Balwinder — Strength, might
Bilal — Wetting, moistening
Chanda — Fierce, hot, passionate
Chandan — Sandalwood
Chandra — Moon
Chandrakant — Beloved by the moon
Chetan — Visible, conscious, soul
Chiranjvi — Long-lived
Darshan — Seeing, observing, understanding
Dayaram — Compassion of Rama
Dev — God
Devadas — Servant of the gods
Dhananjay — Winning wealth
Dharma — Law, duty, virtue
Dhaval — Dazzling white
Durai — Chief, leader
Durga — Unattainable
Eshil — Beauty
Farhan — Happy, cheerful
Farid — Unique, precious
Ghulam — Servant boy
Govinda — Cow finder
Gul — Flower, rose
Gurdeep — Teacher, guru
Gurmeet — Teacher, guru
Hardeep — Lamp, light
Hari — Brown, yellow, tawny
Harsha — Happiness
Harshad — Happiness
Harshal — Happiness
Hasan — Handsome
Hassan — Improver
Imtiyaz — Distinction
Inderpal — Protector of Indra
Indra — Possessing drops of rain
Indrajit — Conquerer of Indra
Isha — Master, lord
Jagit — World, universe
Jahangir — World conqueror
Jaswinder — Fame, praise, glory
Javed — Eternal
Jaya — Victory
Jayanta — Victorious
Jayendra — Lord of victory
Jayesh — Lord of victory
Jaywant — Possessing victory
Jitendra — Conqueror of Indra
Jyoti — Light
Kailash — Crystal
Kali — The black one
Kalyan — Beautiful, lovely, auspicious
Kamala — Lotus
Kanta — Desired, beautiful
Kanti — Beauty
Karan — Clever, skillful
Kavi — Wise man, sage, poet
Khan — King, ruler
Khurshd — Shining sun
Kiran — Dust, thread, sunbeam
Kishor — Colt
Krishna — Black, dark
Kshitij — Born of the earth
Kuldeep — Lamp, light
Lakshmi — Sign, mark
Lal — Boy
Lochan — The eye
Madhu — Sweet, honey
Madhukar — Bee, honey-maker
Madhur — Sweet
Mahendra — Great
Mahmud — Praiseworthy
Mamun — Trustworthy
Manas — Mind, intellect, spirit
Mandeep — Mind, intellect, spirit
Mani — Jewel
Maninder — Mind, intellect, spirit
Manish — Thought, wisdom
Manjeet — Mind, intellect, spirit
Manu — Thinking, wise
Maqsud — Intention, aim
Maruf — Favor, kindness
Mayur — Peacock
Mitra — Friend
Mitul — Measured
Mohandas — Servant of Mohana
Muhammad — Praiseworthy
Mukul — Bud, blossom
Murad — Wish, desire
Murali – Flute
Murugan — Youth
Nadim — Drinking companion
Nagendra — Lord of snakes
Nanda — Joy
Narayana — Path of man
Narendra — Lord of men
Nasim — Breeze
Navdeep — Lamp, light
Navin — New
Navneet — New, fresh
Nikhil — Whole, entire
Nilam — Dark blue, sapphire
Ninad — Sound, hum
Niraj — Water-born
Nirav — Quiet, silent
Nirmal — Clean, pure
Nishant — Night’s end, dawn
Nishat — Energetic, lively
Nitin — Guidance, moral conduct
Nitya — Always, eternal
Nur — Light
Padma — Lotus
Pallav — Budding leaf
Parminder — Highest, best
Partha — Son of Pritha
Prabhat — Shining forth, morning
Prabhu — Mighty, powerful, master
Prabodh — Awakening
Pradip — Light, lantern
Prakash — Light, bright, shining
Pran — Breath
Pranay — Leader, guidance, love
Prasad — Brightness, clearness, graciousness
Prasanna — Clear, bright, tranquil
Prasenjit — Conqueror of an expert army
Pratap — Heat, splendor, glory
Pratik — Look, appearance
Pravin — Skilled
Prem — Love, affection
Punit — Cleaned, purified
Qasim — Share, Divide
Radha — Success
Rafiq — Friend, gentle
Raghu — Swift
Rahul — Able, efficient
Raj — Empire, royalty
Raja — King, ruler
Rajani — The dark one
Rajendra — Lord of kings
Rajesh — Ruler of kings
Rajib — Striped
Rajnish — Lord of the night
Rakesh — Lord of the full moon
Rama — Pleasing, beautiful
Ramachandra — Moon
Rana — King
Ranjit — Colored, pleased, delighted
Rashmi — Ray of sunlight, rope
Ratna — Jewel, treasure
Ravi — Sun
Ravindra — Lord of the sun
Rishi — Sage, poet
Rohan — Ascending
Rohit — Red
Roshan — Light, bright
Rupinder — Greatest beauty
Sachin — True, real
Samir — Wind, air
Sandip — Blazing
Sanjit — Complete victory
Sanjiv — Living, reviving
Saral — Straight
Sardar — Chief, leader
Sarvesh — Ruler of all
Shahid — Witness
Shahjahan — King of the world
Shahnaz — Pride of the king
Shahzad — Prince
Shakti — Power
Shandar — Fabulous
Shantanu — Wholesome
Sharif — Eminent, virtous
Sharma — Protection, comfort, joy
Shashi — Having a hare
Shekar — Crest, peak
Sher — Lion
Shiva — Benign, kind, auspicious
Shresth — Most excellent, best
Shrinivas — The abode of Shri
Shrivatsa — Beloved of Shri
Shyama — Dark, black, blue
Shyamal — Dark, black, blue
Siddhartha — One who has accomplished a goal
Singh — Lion
Sonam — Virtuous
Subhash — Eloquent
Subrahmanya — Good
Sudarshan — Beautiful, good-looking
Sudhir — Good
Suahil — Level, even
Sujay — Great victory
Sukhbir — Pleasant, happy
Sukhdeep — Pleasant, happy
Sultan — Ruler, king
Suman — Well-disposed
Sumantra — Following good advice
Sumit — Well measured
Sunil — Good
Suraj — Sun
Surendra — Lord of gods
Surya — Sun
Sushila — Good-tempered
Swapan — Sleeping, dreaming
Swapnil — Sleep, dream
Swarna — Good color
Tamanna — Wish, desire
Tushar — Cold, frost, snow
Uttara — North
Vasu — Bright, excellent
Vijaya — Victory
Vimal — Clean, pure, spotless
Vinay — Leading, guidance, modesty
Vipin — Forest
Vipul — Large, extensive, plenty
Vishal — Wide, broad, spacious
Vishnu — All-pervasive
Vivek — Wisdom, distinction
Yash — Fame, praise, glory
Yasir — To be rich
Zafar — Victory
Zahid — Pious, devout
Zahir — Helper, supporter
Zaman — Time, age, era
Zawar — Pilgrim, visitor
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kindtobechurlish · 2 years ago
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Believe it or not, Urukagina’s Code is a big factor, a big breakthrough, when you limit the power in the priesthood, when you limit powers of large property owners, when usury is controlled, as so as theft, murder, and seizure of property, you see the effect of brothel and blackmail. You went to school and that stabilized you in the workplace. I would see two contrast, the scum of White Supremacy and people who could exist a long time with the Scum of White Supremacy, just to then see who are only “subordinates” in the Scum of White Supremacy as they would make their equals, perhaps peers, into gods! Oh, you engaged some fortune telling, some necromancer objects, and you didn’t see any tawny and coarse hair cards, so you want a “good fortune.” Fuck you! Now, you can come to understand why I don’t particularly don’t like statues. People would see a statue and it would become spiritual technology, but over the years the folly proves to be folly. The abominations made with a man’s fingers has eyes but it cannot see, a mouth but it cannot speak, ears but can’t hear, so if people neglect the statue the folly proves to be folly. Now you can come to understand Robert E. Lee at Stone Mountain. Could Black Lives Matter even take in this information? No. Now you understand my struggle, a people would be heirs to slavery and people equate me and they as the same because of a look, and in Johnny’s Boon you see a mirror that exposes Geeks as Geeks. My ancient status would personify a Bailiff, a Vogt, and now you see these slaves as these slaves. A system would be in place, and according to affordable you come to see the plain as the plain. There would be an Assholeeeee who acts like he cares about environment and climate, but it’s all a shill. I expose product waste, by even personifying sales in stores, to then tell you the communist do not wear jeans, and now you see assholes who are stuck on my dick. Fuck you!
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darkestages · 8 years ago
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𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡; 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤
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 He navigated the intricate tapestry of royal court intrigue like a spider along the threads of its web, catching bigger flies with elaborate cunning and strategic patience. Destined to live in the shadows of his elder siblings, Leo had been chosen for the ascetic and scholarly life of a clergyman - the grim destination for the superfluous child, the third son. And boy, was he resentful of them - for their intellect combined couldn’t match a fraction of his own, and yet they enjoyed a lifestyle of grandeur, luxury and adulation while he rotted away in monasteries, skulking around like a dog looking for scraps from a wealthy man’s table, clawing his way up the ranks to the corrupt oligarchy of the ecclesia. It wasn’t that he necessarily wanted those things, but the fact that he had to work twice as hard under the crepuscular veil of secrecy in his monastic prison to obtain any recognition or reward truly vexed him.  And now, finally, after years of humiliating and depriving himself, he’d amassed the power, influence and means to change all of this austerity. To break away from the fetters of his forcibly designated life, into the arms of freedom and supremacy. His indifferent father and the oafish peacocks that were his brothers openly supported the current king, who did not enjoy much popularity due to his foolish and extravagant policies that were costing the kingdom’s treasury and taxing the working classes to starvation. Taking the king down would mean their ruin, and his own, glorious ascent. 
 He knew he could not do this alone, not without a good measure of strength and a well-established claim to the throne should the coup succeed. But he had just the man he needed, wrapped around his little finger. A most noble , well-loved knight, known for his valorous feats and dashing looks, who could trace his admirable lineage to one of the ancient families in the kingdom. A family who happened to simply endure the presence of the current king, and who once was at odds with the established dynasty. The populace whispered their name like a secret cult; Leo had eyes and ears all over the kingdom owing to his charitable pursuits, and had caught wind of it. Francis Bonnefoy would be the beautifully ornate iron glove, perfectly fitted to his right hand. Together, they could accomplish greatness.   His lips twitched into the beginnings of a smug bow as the response he hoped for finally came, albeit with caveats, delivered by the rose-blossom lips of the kingdom’s most notorious heartthrob. That was enough for him to set the wheels of his elaborate plan in motion. Oh, what a marvellous dichotomy they were: like the tawny sun and the pale moon, one enjoyed the gilded warmth of daylight, pursuing pleasure and favour, and the other lurked in the tenebrous veil of the night, weaving deceit.  “Of course, I would ask for nothing less. I could not bear to endanger you senselessly.” he reassured the other, savouring the ripe, delicious fruit of his manipulation as he paced around the fireplace; he stood statuary tall, his expression solemn and terrible as the dying flames cast tongues of dancing shadows on the walls, like ghoulish witnesses to their wicked conspiracy.  “I have written down my plan, and I want you to burn it straight after you’ve read it. But I need your full commitment to this.” he arched his eyebrow inquisitively then, fixing his glacial, penetrating gaze on his companion, as if to strip him of all his decorous layers, right down to his power-hungry core.  @thebeautyofliberty
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motleywolf-et-al · 2 years ago
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motleywolf-et-al · 2 years ago
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dear eda and el i am not ready.
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when i read fool's fate the first time, i was absolutely blind in many ways to what was about to happen - in fact, laughably, i was actually more spoiled about the last trilogy.
i rode the roller coaster of the second half of FF wholeheartedly, without reservation, as open as a buttercup to the spring sun.
there came a certain part. fitz in the ice palace, coming upon... that.
i literally fucking lost my ability to breathe, i kid you not.
the book fell to the floor and i stared for a long time, trying to both catch my breath and comprehend what i was seeing in my mind's eye.
gradually, eventually i breathed, and came back to myself, and picked up the book.
i remember that night taking the book to bed and lying on my left side, experiencing the rest of the chapter. i cried and cried and cried and cried. and the next morning, i took some tylenol to reduce the swelling in my face and taught my class.
tomorrow, i will be here again in my reread. my mental health in this particular moment is not great. i dread it, and i'm tempted to skip over it.
but this time? what is different? what will keep me from descending into the abyss?
yeah, i know what's coming - but what keeps me going is
i know what it means. the intimacy, the interweaving and mingling and merging. the future path. it will be okay, though it will really fucking hurt right now. in the end, it will be okay.
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writemarcus · 8 years ago
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BY ANDREW CARLSON
Shakespeare’s Othello disgusted Abigail Adams. After seeing it performed in 1786, she wrote to her sister, “I could not separate the African color from the man, nor prevent that disgust and horror which filled my mind every time I saw him touch the gentle Desdemona.”
In 1835, her son John Quincy was also put off by Desdemona’s “fondling” with Othello, arguing that “the great moral lesson of the tragedy of Othello is, that black and white blood cannot be intermingled in marriage without a gross outrage upon the law of Nature.”
By the time Paul Robeson played the role on Broadway in 1943, Shakespeare’s 1603 tragedy was already a battleground of competing racial ideologies. For his part, Robeson defiantly read Othello as an indictment of white racism. “I am approaching the part as Shakespeare wrote it,” he said, “and I am playing Othello as a man whose tragedy lay in the fact that he was sooty black.” For Robeson, the play was “about the problem of minority groups—a blackamoor who tried to find equality among the whites.”
This month British actors David Oyelowo and Daniel Craig perform Othello at New York Theatre Workshop (Nov. 22, 2016-Jan. 18, 2017) in a political climate of resurgent white supremacy and black resistance. This is familiar ground for U.S. productions of Othello. After all, for more than 200 years, Americans have fought over Othello’s race as a way of fighting over the meanings of race itself, as both the Adamses’ and Robeson’s comments indicate. Recalling the changes in the way this contested classic has been staged and received in this country deepens our understanding of how Shakespeare continues to be racialized today.
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The play’s American story did not begin with controversy. The first production of Othello in the U.S. took place in December of 1751 at Robert Upton’s Nassau Street Theatre in New York City. Little is known about this production aside from the fact that audiences could sit in the box, pit, or gallery and that it was performed “By His Excellency’s Permission.” Other early colonial productions of Othello were often justified on moral grounds, revealing the influence of an early American bias. As historian Tilden Edelstein notes, a 1765 Rhode Island production averted an existing local law against theatre by describing Othello as a “Moral Dialogue in Five Parts.” And a 1762 New York production of Othello was rationalized as a fundraiser for “such poor families as are not provided for by the public.”
Though, as with Abigail Adams, many white Americans may have seen the play through a predominantly racial lens, there is little evidence that 18th-century U.S. productions of Othello sparked widespread public debate on race.
Yet in an increasingly race-obsessed 19th-century America that would go to war over slavery, develop a more coherent ideology of white supremacy, and invent blackface minstrel performance, Othello provided a unique opportunity to define American whiteness. What troubled many white people, in short, was that the revered Bard himself had created a noble character who was also black. To acknowledge Othello as black was to taint Shakespeare’s greatness, and to admit the possibility that African Americans could also possess the author’s positive characteristics. Some reconciled Othello’s blackness by seeing it as a flaw of the play or as a cautionary tale about race mixing.
But by the mid- to late 19th-century, it was more common for critics and artists to distance the author and character from contemporary African Americans with a distorted racial logic. Scholar Richard Grant White typified this kind of thinking, saying, “I could never see the least reason for supposing that Shakespeare intended Othello to be represented as a Negro.” Othello was instead described as a “Moor,” in White’s analysis “a warlike, civilized, and enterprising race, which could furnish an Othello, whereas the contrary has always been the condition of the Negroes.”
In 1868 Mary Preston went a step further. “In studying the play of Othello, I have always imagined its hero a white man,” she wrote, concluding that Shakespeare “was too correct a delineator of human nature to have colored Othello black, if he had personally acquainted himself with the idiosyncrasies of the African race.” For these critics, Shakespeare authored the race of the character and the character of race.
Many professional productions also distanced Othello from blackness. Changes in stage makeup standards made the non-black Othello more theatrically achievable. For the first 200 years of Othello’s performance history in England, the character Othello—invariably played by white actors—was depicted with dark makeup. But by 1820, English actor Edmund Kean had normalized a lighter-complexioned “tawny” Moor, initiating what Edelstein describes as the “bronze age of Othello.” On the stage, Othello was depicted as an ethnic “Other,” no doubt, but one still distinct from African Americans.
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In 1826 Edwin Forrest became the first famous American-born Othello, debuting a lighter-featured version of the character at the age of 20 (his final performance in the role was in 1872, the year he died). Forrest’s was an Othello for the white working class, passionately performed for crowds at the rowdy Bowery Theatre in New York. He, too, was not intended to be seen as black; indeed, one critic lauded Forrest for avoiding the “popular mistake” that Othello was “of African origin.” One patron famously said after watching him perform, “If that is the way Moors look and talk and love, give me a Moor for my husband.”
In 1871, The New York Times described Edwin Booth’s refined, brooding Othello as a “supple Oriental with a barbaric nature overlaid by a lacquer of Venetian refinement.” Henry Irving’s 1876 touring Othello was not a “savage-looking negro” that would have “disgusted Desdemona,” but a “tawny Moor, with long, straight black hair, and a refined and noble bearing.” Audiences could thus distinguish Othello from African Americans by making “Moors” an invention of white fantasy. In this way, the professional theatre found yet another way to erase and marginalize African Americans. Othello was by, about, and for white people.
Other reviews and productions perpetuated whiteness by normalizing racial absence. Indeed, for many critics and artists, Othello was not about race at all, but about “universal” themes of love and jealousy.
To be sure, when race entered the discussion, these performances generated conflicted meanings. There is evidence that some audience members and critics associated Othello with blackness, despite the efforts of actors and directors to erase it or argue it away. And often this blackness was seen as what went wrong in performance: William Winter chided Irving’s Othello for being “practically black” in his appearance. And when Italian actor Tommaso Salvini traveled to the United States and performed a passionate Othello with darker makeup, some critiqued him for resembling the constructed qualities of the American “negro.” A largely positive 1873 New York Times review of his Othello nevertheless complained that he “makes him a Negro. The peculiar features of that race are not thrust violently upon us, it is true: but still, there they are; Desdemona’s love is an undeniable wooly-headed Negro. This, we may be sure, was not Shakespeare’s conception of Othello.”
On the other hand, Othello was a handy sobriquet when white Americans needed a metaphor for black criminal behavior. African Americans consistently “played” Othello in the white-authored crime blotter: In 1837, one Thomas Little was “charged with enacting the part of ‘Othello, the jealous nigger’” by attempting the “destruction of his wife” when he suspected her of cheating on him. In 1860, a jealous “Othello-colored villain…cut his Desdemona’s throat and threw her into the river.” The National Police Gazette described a “Fatal Row in a Slum” in which “a negro barber” shot “Charlotte Bowman, a white woman” in the chest. Bowman had been in a fight with other women about “who among the women…should receive the caresses of the sooty ‘Othello.’” A cartoon image from Life magazine in 1889 depicted a black man laboring in his prison uniform with a caption that quoted one of Othello’s lines: “I have done the state some service, and they know it.”
Othello was also made black in minstrel adaptations of the play that were popular from the 1830s to the 1860s. As historian David Roediger writes, minstrel performances provided a communal space for wage-earning white males to collectively define what it meant to be white (and male) by circumscribing what it meant to be black. Through pieces such as Desdemonum (1854), Othello; a Burlesque (1866), and Othello Travestie (1834), white performers affirmed their identity by depicting its supposed opposite—in this case, a lazy, stupid, sexual, and violent black Othello. While these performances and practices died out in the 19th century, the image of the degraded black Othello endured throughout the 20th century in popular essays and performance criticism.
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When African Americans themselves tried to perform Shakespeare, the police sometimes got involved. William Alexander Brown opened the African Grove Theatre in New York in 1821 and produced many plays by Shakespeare, including Richard III, Othello, and Julius Caesar. Brown’s decision to move his theatre across the street from the Park Theatre was seen as a direct threat to the white establishment—at least, that was the pretext under which law enforcement stormed Brown’s theatre and jailed his black actors. The police magistrate released them only after they promised “never to act Shakespeare again.” Similarly, in 1841, The New York Heraldtold the story of a “stage struck Negro” locked up for quoting Shakespeare in public and released only after vowing “not to spout Shakespeare in the streets.”
By the logic of white supremacy, then, Othello’s race was functional. It changed based on what whites wanted to say about the characteristics of race in general. While the professional “legitimate” theatre barred African Americans from being represented, let alone representing themselves, onstage, the popular press and minstrel stage depicted the black Othello as subhuman, peddling fear of miscegenation and racial violence.
In the face of this insult and injury, the African Grove offered salient resistance. The theatre’s star, James Hewlett, was the first African American on record to play Othello; Hewlett directly challenged white ownership of Shakespeare by calling himself “Shakespeare’s Proud Representative.” When English actor Charles Mathews mocked Hewlett’s Shakespearean dialect, Hewlett challenged him in a public letter: “Our bard Shakespeare makes sweet Desdemona say, ‘I saw Othello’s visage in his mind.’ Now when you were ridiculing the ‘chief black tragedian,’ and burlesquing the ‘real negro melody,’ was it my ‘mind,’ or my ‘visage,’ which should have made an impression on you?” Hewlett further argued that Shakespeare’s intent with the role was to critique racial prejudice.
Historian Errol Hill outlines the rich history of black Shakespeareans in his book Shakespeare in Sable: A History of Black Shakespearean Actors, describing the many African-American artists who performed Shakespeare throughout the 19th and 20th centuries. Like Hewlett, many of these actors used the Bard’s cultural status as a way of asserting their humanity.
Indeed, another actor who started at the African Grove, Ira Aldridge, would make an even larger impact. For many in the black press, Aldridge’s career served as living refutation of white racist attitudes about ­African-American inferiority, crucially broadcast on the world stage—Aldridge became famous for performing great Shakespearean roles in Europe (as depicted in Lolita Chakrabarti’s 2012 play Red Velvet). In celebrating Aldridge’s story, African Americans exposed the lie of minstrelsy. The black playwright and journalist Willis Richardson later commented in Opportunity that “representation of Negroes on the stage above the role of buffoon seem recently to have been weakened considerably” because of people like Aldridge, who “throughout his career…­carried himself with distinction.” John E. Bruce, a former slave and cofounder of the Negro Society for Historical Research, wrote that Othello was “the Negro whom Shakespeare created, to be portrayed as only such a consummate artist as Aldridge could portray and interpret the character.” Aldridge’s African-American Othello evinced nobility, intelligence, and accomplishment—a resounding counterpoint to nearly a century of discrimination and minstrelsy.
African Americans also used the authority of Shakespeare to argue for black equality. Carter G. Woodson, founder of The Journal of Negro History, said that through Othello “Shakespeare…showed that he believed in equality not only of the blacks, but of all men.” In a 1923 essay in The New York Amsterdam News, Jamaican-American author J.A. Rogers wrote that “Shakespeare, when he created Othello with such stateliness and pride, taught that color had no effect on character.”
When Robeson stepped on the stage of Broadway’s Shubert Theatre in 1943, white and black conceptions of Othello came to a head. The white literary editor of The Nation, Margaret Marshall, argued that Robeson’s blackness disqualified him from being “the Moor as Shakespeare conceived him,” but most of the black press came to the opposite conclusion. W.E.B. Du Bois, for instance, argued that Robeson’s Othello “was undoubtedly the type Shakespeare had in mind.”
For all the pride of claiming Shakespeare and Othello from white interpretations, Robeson’s triumph raised new questions that have since dominated discussions of the play. While the production effectively changed normative casting practices by making Othello almost exclusively a role for actors of black African descent, many have wondered if that was a mixed blessing. In 1944, Langston Hughes’s satirical faux-naif “Jesse B. Semple” character worried in The Chicago Defender about the message it sent to see Paul Robeson “slap a white woman in front of all them people in that theatre.” Othello expert and historian Virginia Mason Vaughan states the problem succinctly: “When we remember that Othello is a wife murderer…there is a danger in making the Moor stand for all black males.”
Indeed, this takes us back to the play itself: Once we peel back the levels of performance history and racist interpretations around it, is Shakespeare’s Othello itself a fatally flawed, white supremacist fantasy? Is it no more than a kind of high-toned minstrel show—a white-authored idea of violent blackness that has as little to do with real African Americans as the black Othellos of the 19th century?
While the overt racism of 19th-century tabloids may be less common today, Othello as a white supremacist trope still surfaces. In the 1990s, for instance, the case of O.J. Simpson and the murder of his white wife provided a new pretext for the old allusion to the Moor as black criminal: During the infamous “white Bronco” chase, news anchor Dan Rather famously made the O.J./Othello link. This too-easy analogy led to a reverse impulse, though: Film critic Roger Ebert complained about the 1995 movie of Othello, starring Laurence Fishburne, that “with the fates of O.J. and Nicole Simpson projected like a scrim on top of the screen, it is difficult to free the play to do its work.” The play’s work was not about “interracial love,” Ebert argued, a subject he claimed “was not much on Shakespeare’s mind.” In a recent Folger Shakespeare Library podcast, Shakespeare scholars Ayanna Thompson and Ian Smith discussed their confrontations with scholars and critics who, like Ebert, “police the borders of Shakespeare studies” this way, by insisting that Othello “is not about race.”
But to focus on Shakespeare’s intent is a trap, falsely anointing a dead playwright as the ultimate authority on the racial meanings of Othello today. Contemporary Shakespeare productions that erase race through constructions of “Shakespeare’s intent” misunderstand that theatre is an exchange of meaning between performers and audiences in the present moment. A Shakespeare performance is not a magical realm where race stops signifying, but an opportunity to intentionally challenge whiteness.
In the U.S., the meanings of Othello and Shakespeare have been created through the language and practice of white supremacy. Some of the mantle has been shaken off, as African Americans have fought and continue to fight these interpretations, but troubling resonances have remained.
As we turn our eyes to New York ­Theatre Workshop’s new production—with a Nigerian-British Othello and a white American director, Sam Gold—we anticipate the next turn in the unfolding story of Othello and race in America.
Andrew Carlson teaches theatre at the University of Texas at Austin and serves as managing director of the Oscar G. Brockett Center for Theatre History and Criticism.
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motleywolf-et-al · 2 years ago
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*snicker* 😉😏
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lord golden and tom badgerlock… 
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kindtobechurlish · 2 years ago
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The Scum of White Supremacy would personify itself, and then there is the contrast that can get around the scum, and they are personified by shoe. A mongoloid would have all the hours and the checks that personifies, but the churl would be the churl. Oh, you are from asia and you see things that fit, and you are tawny as I am tawny. I’m all about sales, as you are a retarded mongoloid that just wants a camp fire. Why did an immigrant mongoloid move here? He is immigrant, so he needs what I need more than me? FUCK YOU! You would see that I’m pretty clear in personifying who I don’t like, from your favorite leader to that woman, and that woman, and now you have platform and I have platform. I can go out and engage, and by your day and what I said you talk your cant that is short lived. How does it feel you are trying to convey to yourself that you are better than me, as I am plagued by stumbling blocks like bluegum and gater-bate? I would have the mind to do something, and all of my actions has led me to saying fuck a pinhead. The pinhead can’t even make jacking off attractive, all he did was give me words like Neo-Nazi and mercenary, and I thought he would be about business. He isn’t about business, he wants to better USA like he is its president. More time for Joe Biden to figure it out? You are just like him. “Western Partners.” YOU FUCKING PINHEAD, FUCK YOU!
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You have a man get in politics, and he is more interested in hiding that he will age verses keeping the body and manner that got him the position. Have you seen all the shit a chef does to make that unique dish? How are your shits? I’ve eaten nice, and the shits are not all that. I KNOW! The shadow that the pinhead produces would be the shadow that he produced yesterday, except the food he ate made his shadow change. Now he sees his shadow and thinks Obama because it’s Black. You never thought you could gauge a man by his shadow? Well, I would expose “western partners” and I did all I did to combat racialism, just to find that a pinhead cares more about hiding that he is aging verses his body that would personify or hide age. You remember pinhead before Zelenskyy? Now, the pinhead thinks I am too shrewd for calling him a pinhead, and I need to consider everything and condemn women. Well, I said I am coming up with a moral, if a woman can’t do nothing for me now I’m not doing anything for her later. If a woman displays integrity for me - that integrity is not means for all these other “Barbie’s”, these sex toys, to just come about in my life and I save them in exchange for sex and a baby. When will not tonight become habit? Bitch! They can go and do a porn without condom, and make a contract that the father can be a dead beat as they continue to be in industry: be like Sarah Jay. If she is White, she’ll be ok because all White Women in the industry look the same, “typical white chick”, and they are naked. Instead of sitting on my dick, to get a payout, but only after another woman does it, duck duck goose, why don’t you go to a breeding farm and make contract. Pregnant porn is a thing.
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motleywolf-et-al · 2 years ago
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it truly is like watching a wreck on the highway that you saw coming but you just can't look away from it 👀
nothing worse than watching people slowly approach fool's fate on their rote read throughs. they don't know meme.jpg they dont know that they're about to read something that is soooo so tragic and fucked up that they'll never stop thinking about it ever
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motleywolf-et-al · 2 years ago
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the most reliable source of dopamine in my life. whew that first hit tho. ask me about that sometime.
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motleywolf-et-al · 2 years ago
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🫠🥵🤤
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What Lord Golden does with his servant at night…
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motleywolf-et-al · 2 years ago
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did... did he just...? ohhhhh yes he did
I just. insane behavior
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