This isn't about acceptance, starting conversations, or expressions of diversity. None of these in-your-face "art projects" ever are, particularly when they come in statue form.

This isn't a conversation piece, it's a declaration of power. This isn't a celebration of inclusivity; it's a conqueror's flag planted in a place where they know it will get attention. If this statue had popped up in the middle of a museum or some small park somewhere, the attention it got would be minimal. Putting it in the middle of Times Square is a statement.

But this isn't a statement about how fat black women are taking over. That identity is just a mask.

The statue is representational of leftism through the thing it considers more important than anything else, and that's identity. The statue is female, obese, and black, representing three identity markers that leftists consider "protected." Fat black women are generally considered at the top of the identity food chain according to leftists, and putting a statue of one in such a prominent place isn't some passing statement. It's a declaration of ideological superiority.

Think of it this way. If the city weren't so entrenched in leftism, do you think Thomas Jefferson would have been removed? Do you think this statue would have gone up? I don't see them appearing in any official capacity in right-leaning areas. This is a reminder and overt statement that this area — this city — is occupied. //

Retired Professor
7 hours ago edited
Then out spake brave Horatius,
The guardian of the gate:
"To every man upon this earth,
Death cometh, soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods?"

A new "temple" has just gone up. On the ashes of our fathers.

Jerimiah's Johnson Retired Professor
5 hours ago edited
Thomas Babington Macaulay. Horatius. //

Jokey401
6 hours ago
I look at this Statue I’ve seen that stance before. It’s right before she starts throwing anything she can find at the fast food restaurant she is in at the worker across the counter because they ran out of bbq or ranch dressing.