Why Do Statues of Fat Black Women Keep Popping Up?

No, I am not talking about statues celebrating the likes of Letitia James or Stacey Abrams. At least you could understand why the left would want to celebrate these women and try to make them icons.

Rather, I am talking about a truly mysterious trend of Blue cities erecting statues of anonymous women whose only discernible reason for being is the celebration of obese black women as a class of people.

Erecting a statue to celebrate someone’s achievements deserves no criticism, regardless of the subject’s attractiveness. If someone wanted to erect a statue to celebrate Stephen Hawking, who was never noted for his beauty, I would not give it a thought beyond, “Was he really that great a physicist?” I certainly wouldn’t criticize it for its lack of beauty.

But when you erect statues to celebrate a form in itself–and statues of anonymous people are all about the statue, not the subject–one would expect that the form is one that most would appreciate.

12ft bronze statue of a fat black woman just went up in Ontario pic.twitter.com/JgUZa0mJQK

— End Wokeness (@EndWokeness) July 30, 2025

Yet this trend is a thing. A real, honest-to-God trend that for the life of me makes no sense except as a political statement that we should celebrate a class of people for being obese.

Statues Of Random Fat Black Women Popping Up Worldwide https://t.co/NZswBjhvJT

— zerohedge (@zerohedge) May 9, 2025

The point of these statues is pretty clear: Western standards of beauty are corrupt and must be torn down and replaced with a celebration of the presumably oppressed.

Rotterdam as well. Already for a few years. An uninterested looking girl in sweatpants and sneakers. pic.twitter.com/HUL3CgqBuG

— Henri (@road2nowherex) May 7, 2025

The statues are supposed to be liberatory. They are intentional rebukes to people who don’t see beauty in obesity. Our standards of beauty are oppressive.

This is the other side of the Sydney Sweeney “controversy.” The problem with Sydney is that she is conventionally beautiful, and that is Nazi. The demand now is to invert our standards of beauty.

Of course, we all know that race is only a small part of this. There are plenty of beautiful black women. I was always partial to Whitney Houston, others think Iman was stunning. But almost nobody thinks that an angry-looking obese woman who reminds you of somebody complaining that her fast food order was messed up is a beauty model.

And that is the point. It is an in-your-face, you suck statue. It is a rebuke to everybody who is partial to our cultural standards.

This is a version of what architects started doing in the 1930s. It is brutalism, “workers’ housing,” Soviet architecture-style revisionism. It is a cultural elite lecturing to us and telling us that we will suffer under their standards.

The whole point is to depress you, not elevate you.

Ironically, not even the people supposedly being celebrated are attracted to the look. Just as nobody, including the “workers,” liked Soviet architecture. Nobody likes brutalism, either.

That’s because our standards of beauty are not arbitrary. There is a societal element to them–beauty standards can vary over time and place–but there is a window within which the changes take place, and once you are outside that window, we can all agree that something is not attractive.

Chances are, if you see a building you hate, it was inspired by socialist architects. And chances are if you see ugly art, the same is true for it.