They weren't racial stereotypes. Uncle Ben was in fact a real guy.

There was no real Uncle Ben. He was modeled after a waiter. There was a real Aunt Jemima. She made stops promoting her syrup. I loved Aunt Jemima, but what was sold was a Southern racial stereotype that little kids, like me, didn't clue in on until later in life, when we began to understand all the racism we'd lived through.

I know its abstract thought, but you can do it. Someone here already described the Aunt and Uncle part. Uncle meant you didn't call him Mr down South, even though he wasn't any white man's Uncle - or they didn't recognize it. it becomes down home and folksy, but it isn't. They're good collectibles for blacks and I brought my black friends some salt, pepper shakers and some sugar containers that are now collectibles, one's an antique. It sold. I'll remind you there was a KKK wizard in Indiana who fell out of favor by chewing a woman to death. Crosses were burned in my home town. We allowed the Lost Cause to rewrite history because we were bigots ourselves, plenty of bigots in the North, but Trump had them take take down that whipped black slave photo that helped swing the North around to be anti slavery.