The Coloring Book: A Comedian Solves Race Relations in America
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From former SNL "Weekend Update" host and legendary stand-up Colin Quinn comes a controversial and laugh-out-loud investigation into cultural and ethnic stereotypes.
Colin Quinn has noticed a trend during his decades on the road-that Americans' increasing political correctness and sensitivity have forced us to tiptoe around the subjects of race and ethnicity altogether. Colin wants to know: What are we all so afraid of? Every ethnic group has differences, everyone brings something different to the table, and this diversity should be celebrated, not denied. So why has acknowledging these cultural differences become so taboo?
In THE COLORING BOOK, Colin, a native New Yorker, tackles this issue head-on while taking us on a trip through the insane melting pot of 1970s Brooklyn, the many, many dive bars of 1980s Manhattan, the comedy scene of the 1990s, and post-9/11 America. He mixes his incredibly candid and hilarious personal experiences with no-holds-barred observations to definitively decide, at least in his own mind, which stereotypes are funny, which stereotypes are based on truths, which have become totally distorted over time, and which are actually offensive to each group, and why.
As it pokes holes in the tapestry of fear that has overtaken discussions about race, THE COLORING BOOK serves as an antidote to our paralysis when it comes to laughing at ourselves . . . and others.
zero irony, “Hey, mami!” We all loved hanging out on the stoop, but Puerto Ricans raised it to an art form. The stoop-sitters would also predict the baby’s sex: “Yo, that’s a girl. I could tell.” They were the 1970s ultrasound. “Yo, she’s carrying high. That’s a boy!” Very social people. They’d sit on the stoop like the public advocate. “Yo, don’t park there, you’re too close to the hydrant. These cops around here will give you a ticket in a minute, these cops.” There was always one quiet kid
was something,” he was muttering. I worked with a couple of Mexican guys in restaurants, and they could fix anything. They would just stare at whatever it was—a broken stove or an electrical problem—for ten minutes and then grab a kitchen knife and a piece of gum and it would be fixed. And then they’d jump on the bike and make a delivery in 5-degree weather. One time when I was a dishwasher, I was working with this Mexican guy—just me and him downstairs—and a giant rat appears on top of the
half-committed pieces of shit.” Why do we fight suicide bombers with troops on the ground? Fight fire with fire. We should send our people who are already suicidal. We could say, “That’s terrible. You shouldn’t kill yourself. But if you really feel you have to, can you drop off this package first?” And see how they do. * * * Leaders in some of these countries behave like your drunk friend who acts belligerent, starts fights with everyone, runs up tabs, and somehow you’re the one who ends up in
England, though up there they’ve now got a whole Portuguese-Brazilian thing going on since the past couple of centuries, because of the fishing and the seafaring activities. The Portuguese make great seafood stew, and I heard they’ve been known to be around the Ironbound section of Newark, and that’s all I got. It’s their own fault for being vague. I don’t know what to say about New England. Those people don’t really come down below Mystic, Connecticut, much, so it’s hard for me to gather my
God for immigrants. They’re the only ones who have any personality left. They still allow themselves emotions, judgments, and all those qualities that we are “evolving” past. I don’t know what they’re saying, but I can tell they’re speaking honestly. CONCLUSION I KNOW A LOT OF YOU PEOPLE ARE GOING TO READ THIS BOOK and say, “This guy’s an asshole. He’s not helping the racial divisions in this country. He’s just trying to be funny and clever, and he’s neither.” Others will dismiss me as a