Kimmy Walks Into a Bar!

As usual, multiple things going on. At the center is Jacqueline's Gala, which addresses Turtle Island and the destruction and displacement of the Native American population, beginning in the 1600's. I find the give and take of Jacqueline and her parents to be so funny. The party itself becomes a disaster when that goofy woman puts the wrong date on the invitations. In other things, Kimmy stops at a bar and meets an honest to goodness hero soldier who is probably suffering from PTSD. Titus continues to try to connect with Mike who never stops talking. There is great bit where in order to attend to people, imagine their faces are upside down. Really funny stuff.

As a Cree Squaw, I'm SO PROUD of the writers for addressing a big part of our history and issues through Jacqueline's character, & BRAVO to Jane Krakowski for ALWAYS portraying our people in a slightly humorous, but very respectful way! I'm usually very torn up because this land BELONGED to my people, and when the whites came, most of our men and children were slaughtered, the women raped and forced into slavery. Then they brought in the black slaves, gave them higher status than us, let them work in the house, let them be slave masters, so then we were FURTHER degraded and abused. THEN when the Irish came over, they were kept as indentured servants, and we were lucky to get one meal a day, and few of us had a roof to sleep with dozens piled up under. It was HELL. When "BELOVED" President Lincoln freed the slaves, his only concern was the black ones, because they had high enough status in the house that they could find the safe ways to sneak around and create their little underground railroad- they never tried to save any of US! But because they could get out, they could fight in Lincoln's war, so they got his recognition, w were able to move right in and mingle with whites (yes they still had issues far a long time but that's for a whole dissertation) but what did we who's land this was, and who had suffered the MOST & LONGEST get? WE got forced onto RESERVATIONS.... I.e. SMALL plots of land that the men running this country deemed unfit for them to use, we were forced on there, because they didn't want to see or deal with us again, because they felt GUILTY, and wanted their shame to just go away! Many of our kids at that point were the product of rape by SICK slave owners & their black counter parts, the slave masters. I grew up in regular schools, where whites & Hispanics treated me very well, they said I had an exotic beauty lol, but in Elementary we moved to a school that had a moderate black population, and they all stuck together, instead of mining. I thought I was friends with 2 girls in my grade, until I heard them talking behind my back in the lockerroom, but I shook it off, pretended I didn't hear it (because I was the girl who wanted to make everyone happy & be friends with everyone) & cried at home. Then one day, on the playground, the girls had gotten a whole bunch of black kids I didn't even know, & before I even knew it I was surrounded. They started by calling me names, and as one did, they'd pull at my clothes or hair, then push me across the circle to another, it felt like a life-size, painful version of spin the bottle. The names they called me were horrible, & still etched into my heart. "Dirty little Indian, your people live in mud on your land (well, originally many of our reservations were given to us because they were uninhabitable mud bowls, but that was fixed by US generations ago!!!)" "Ugly little dark skinned, dark haired (really?) tramp, we all know about your people, no one will ever love someone like you! (Talk about making things up!)" "Dirty little Indian Squaw!" And it went on and in quick fire. They one grabbed my hair HARD yanking my face back, another started punching my face, a boy was punching my stomach so hard I was losing my breath and would have doubled over if I wasn't being held up by my hair, others were kicking my shins. Thank God above, my friends-the white ones, not the2 black girls who were currently holding my body up by my hair, and punching my face, came to the rescue, & the last thing I saw before I passed out into Rodney's arms was everyone being thrown or of the circle, and off of me. I came to in the nurse's office. It was considered a hate crime and most of those students got expelled thank God, but that wouldn't be the case now a days. But in all my years of being mistreated for being NA, every time but one-that was my scholarship-long story-was by a black person, I've NEVER seen ANYONE beat up, of even approach a black person and call them the N word nor any other offensive term, yet they are constantly complaining that they get no respect and have it so bad. I haven't seen ANYONE stick up for the Native American issues in a LONG TIME, so THANK YOU!!!!

In this episode, Jacqueline comes head to head with Deirdre when she accidentally schedules her gala the same night as Deirdre. Anna Camp is simply amazing as the over-the-top Deirdre Robespierre. And I think she is the perfect nemesis for Jacqueline. Deirdre also has a bunch of great one liners such as, " I haven't felt this alive since I left the states department. You know I faked the Saddam capture. He's still out there." Simply brilliant.