Aaron McGruder in the New Yorker
What to do when someone you admire says something screwed up?

"All the obsession over diamonds...and designer clothes—that just seems female to me."--Aaron McGruder, quoted in a not-so-flattering New Yorker profile

Anyone who visits my website probably has a clue that I love the Boondocks. I followed the strip from the start, but got especially into it after 9/11, when McGruder did consistently brilliant and Pulitzer-worthy work (strips featuring Flagee and Ribbon, Huey calling a terrorism hotline to snitch on Ronald Reagan, the famous Thanksgiving strip).

Which isn't to say I've always agreed with him. As you may recall, I was less than enthused about his whole "find Condoleezza Rice a date" series, and his "Ann Coulter is a man" jokes. And then there's his comments in this week's New Yorker.

So what's a fan to do? I'd tell you, but luckily my friend Yves (who just started his blog this week, so be nice) has a really good post on this, so I don't have to.

(OK, well, I will say this: I'm certainly not going to stop reading the Boondocks, and I still admire his work. But there's no excuse for that kind of crap.)

P.S. The New Yorker piece briefly touches on the history of black cartoonists, but the fact checkers obviously didn't read Tim Jackson's excellent Pioneering Cartoonists of Color web site.