Racist Racists and the Racists who Racist: Donald Sterling and the Clippers

Where to begin? As you all probably know by now, Los Angeles Clippers owner Donald Sterling [1] was allegedly recorded making a bunch of prejudicial remarks about Black people. He discouraged his girlfriend from bringing Black people to games, taking pictures with them, and overall letting it be known that she has a great relationship with the Blacks.

This, surprisingly, upset people. This, also surprisingly, did not upset people.

Maybe I should talk about the media and how they temporarily gave up journalism for post-Lent instead of covering this incident from the moment the tape was released to the moment the NBA Commissioner finally held a press conference. Eh. That can be covered in less than 140 characters:

Or maybe I should talk about the people. The general public. How we reacted.[2] Or should I talk about just who the hell is responsible for making sure racist people can’t keep racisming all over the place?

Yes. Those last two sound like fun. Made up words are always more fun.

So when this whole shebang initially went down, people were of course upset with Donald Sterling himself. [3] But twitter quickly shifted from the NBA having the responsibility to kick Sterling out to the players themselves being responsible for putting an end to Sterling’s racism, punishing him, and taking a stand for moral injustice everywhere.

Now, I’m no expert on activism. At best, I uphold my civic duties, give back a little to my community, and try to positively influence the people around me.  At worst, I do the bare minimum my sorority expects of me. Yikes. That being said, I’m concerned about the lack of thought that goes into people’s ideas of what activism should look like. As if cause and effect don’t exist. Here’s what I mean.

Let’s use the WNBA as an example. Because almost everyone has the same view on it, unfortunately. It’s boring. I didn’t say it. I just typed it. You thought it. Anyway, a lot of the same people who find it boring and therefore are not WNBA fans, still think the incredibly talented women who make it to the league, deserve a better salary. They are, after all, the best in their field.  But then, these people will not tune into a game, attend a game, purchase a jersey, hat, bumper sticker or pair of socks. I don’t bring this up to say that non-fans of the WNBA need to start buying things to pay their salaries. I bring this up to say, that’s not our responsibility. It is, however, simple cause and effect. We tune into games, the WNBA can charge more for advertisers. We attend games, that’s an influx in revenue. Same for merchandise. That is how they are able to pay their athletes more. So what’s the relevance to Sterling, the Clippers, and who is responsible for ending racism?

Cause and effect. And logic. Some people felt Chris Paul, Blake Griffin, and the rest of the team[4] should not suit up for today’s game. These people have obviously never heard the term “breach of contract”. Not only that, these people are not being realistic. We live in America. A. MERICA.  If 100 people read this, there’s a good chance 60 of y’all have racist bosses. I know. That number has no scientific backing but let’s be real. Athletes are under contracts that have extremely harsh consequences for not being upheld. It’s not the same as if we  one day have had enough, quit collating TPS reports at Corporate Incorporated, and just walk out. What would actually make a difference? The WNBA effect. Stop going to games, tuning in, or buying merchandise.

There’s no need to hate the players. They didn’t do anything wrong in this incident. There’s really no need to burn your jerseys either. Donald Sterling does not have to represent the Clippers to you or to anyone. These guys worked hard to transform a truly awful team, to the adorable little brothers of the 16-time NBA Champion Los Angeles Lakers. They don’t deserve the vitriol.  They also shouldn’t have to put their own livelihood at stake. Yes, they suited up and played today. They also participated in some civil disobedience. They turned their warmup gear inside out to hide the Clippers logo and wore black accessories to show their disapproval. That’s all we can and should ask for from them.

Clippers Protest

Then there are people who made the comment, “We’ve all known Donald Sterling was racist for a long time”. Okay. So? We’re late to the He’s A Racist party but we got here, okay? Now that we’ve arrived can we express our outrage?

Remember a couple hundred years ago when we ended racism once and for all by granting basic inalienable rights to previously alienated people and freed them from slavery? And then later on gave them more basic inalienable rights? And then more? And more? And more? My point is, in our beautiful history that is often being rewritten, the source has never been the solution. A flawed institution does not fix itself. An outspoken minority moves to a solution. Young kids held sit-ins. Pastors organized bus trips. Communities boycotted.  I know we all like to think we’d be Malcolm X off jump, throwing bricks through windows, and walking out of multi-million dollar contracts while rapping “Hit Em Up” but realistically? Nah.

And it doesn’t take all that. For now. A vocal people who understand their economic power, with a logical, targeted aim. That’s all it takes. Don’t just tweet about it, be about it. Magic Johnson understood the value of his dollar and we should too.

 

 

Footnotes    (↑ returns to text)
  1. So hard not to type David Stern
  2. Or should I say twe-acted? You know, like twitter? No? Okay.
  3. Who, by the way, carries the unfortunate likeness of Aaron McGruder’s Boondocks character Ed Wuncler.  Ed Wuncler is a rich, fat, racist white man who invests in real estate. No relation.
  4. Shoutout to the fact that nobody actually knows who plays for the Clippers. #BandwagonLife.

Trayvon and My Birthday

I was initially pretty nonchalant about this particular birthday. 23 isn’t one of the “big” years. I didn’t plan a big turn up. I planned to just hang out with my LS, do a shot at midnight, change my facebook profile picture to one of Jordan, the usual. Then the Zimmerman verdict came in around 10:30pm I think it was. Changed everything. How is it that 10 days prior we were supposed to celebrate independence day and freedom and equality and today the world learned that America does not value Black lives? That Oscar Grant was not an aberration?  That Sean Bell was not an irregularity in an otherwise peaceful and just relationship between Blacks and the police department?

I’m an academic. It’s both my occupation and my hobby. I like reading, writing, and thinking. What I don’t like, is feeling that I’m preaching to a choir. I don’t like the idea that my work is pointless and that academia can exist without activism. I hate the implication that academia cannot even be a form of activism. But when this happened? I questioned that. I questioned my research. I questioned if there was a point in continuing my phd program. As Kanye once said, “Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe”. In other words, regardless of what initials I put in front or behind my name, on a dark street in the wrong neighborhood or in broad daylight in the right neighborhood, I’m always going to be Black first. Your credentials won’t save you as Dr. Henry Louis Gates can attest.

I now know that was a moment of weakness. A justifiable moment of weakness, but a moment nonetheless. Two people (probably unknowingly) turned me around. My friend Josh said that nobody is going to make him afraid to be alive. Then, Renee sent me a happy birthday text at midnight saying:

“I know this is an upsetting time right now but I want to wish you a happy birthday! Looking at the glass half full, you’ve had the opportunity to live this long and you have taken great advantage of every moment to make life worth living! I truly do look up to you as a friend, scholar, and so much more! I know people like you are going to change this world because you use this passion and drive that you have to not move 10 steps backward, but 20 steps forward. The fact that the world is not up to your level is a different problem. Despite the verdict of the trial, we can continue to find justice and fight for the right to live by simply living, and most importantly living with a purpose that affects good change.  And you, Dr. Hux are living with a purpose that affects good change.”

 

Josh and Renee are right. I can’t help that I’m sincerely and extremely passionate about race. It’s a gift/curse situation. And naturally the juxtaposition of Trayvon’s loss of life being deemed lawful and my celebration of life was extremely jarring. I now realize it doesn’t have to be.

It would be another injustice to Trayvon, his family, and my people to cower. It’s a well known quote and almost a cliche but:

“Your playing small does not serve the world.  There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.  We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.  It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

I have much to celebrate. I get to celebrate 23 years of dopeness in the midst of my sorority’s centennial year and national convention. The relevance? Well, one of my favorite people in the world is Dr. Sadie T.M. Alexander.  Do you know what Dr. Alexander was doing at 23? She got her PhD and was the first African-American woman to do such. She was also acting as the first National President of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Incorporated. She also initiated the charter members of my infamous Iota Chapter. That’s a lot to be doing at 23. She clearly wasn’t letting herself shrink or play a small role in life. Neither will I, and neither should you.

I was frustrated last night and I’m frustrated today. I don’t have a plan yet. A real plan that will bring about change. Yes, we should mentor, we should tutor, we should be way more involved with the political machine. Today, we need to be great. We need to celebrate life. And we need to channel that passion and sanctity of life into political power. Every bit of change we’ve seen in America has been court mandated. Freeing of slaves. Basic human rights like voting and getting an education. All of it. That has to continue.

Happy Birthday to me. Let’s celebrate life.

Yeezus: Hip Hop & Blasphemy

Kanye West is planning on releasing his next album on June 18th, 2013. It will be titled “Yeezus”, a play on both his nickname Yeezy and of course the name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus.

So, I guess people are upset because that’s blasphemous and we won’t stand for that. Except for the fact that we routinely do. Personally I can’t believe the same demographic that bumped Izzo can get upset about Yeezus. “H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A” spells HOVA. Jehovah is the Hebrew name meaning God, for those playing at home. Also Jay-Z, in the most fantastical display of religious levity, rapped, “The Pope John Paul of y’all niggas, the way y’all all follow Jigga!” And while the song is old, the man still goes by this name of Jehovah, “Get out your seat, Hov“. If we’re going to be mad at sacrilegious behavior, let’s be consistent!

When you have rappers rapping about bad bitches, cutting coke, robbing, murder and other standard thuggery whilst wearing an iced-out Jesus piece, should that not elicit outrage? Many people of the Muslim faith will protest ANY depiction of Muhammad. I’m not saying images of Jesus Christ should be prohibited [1]. I’m just asking questions and musing in a public forum. But maybe the inappropriate depiction of Jesus doesn’t sink your proverbial boat. Meek Mill’s “Amen” literally has a church organ while he raps some of the most blatantly irreverent lyrics of our time.

This song was number 4 on the Billboard for rap songs, which means it got heavy play coming home from church. While a pastor did call into a radio station and start beef, and I’m sure First Mount Zion of K Street International Life Changers probably held a boycott, it didn’t amass wide criticism. But at this point I think Meek Mill was just trolling the church. Watch the Throne has plenty of sacrilegious lyrics. Take your pick. From Jay-Z putting himself and Kanye in the new trinity with Jesus (which I assume will get very confusing at the trinity meetings when someone says “Jehovah”) to Kanye saying he’s clearly never going to hell because he rapped about Jesus. Not too long ago even Nicki Minaj joined in on the fun and performed an exorcism on live TV.

What I assume is happening here with people feigning offense at the Yeezus album title is cognitive dissonance. Rap fans tend to be Black Americans. And Black Americans tend to be raised with some sort of Christian background. We could argue about the political correctness and statistical accuracy of that but the point remains that we tend to be religious folk. Just take my word. When young Black people leave the home, however, sometimes that religion is lost but they still remember the being brought up in the church part of their life. These people tend to make statements such as, “Well I was raised [insert denomination here] but..” or “My mom’s a minister so…”

And that’s cool, or whatever, but it still comes with religious guilt. So even if they really lay no claims to a spiritual relationship, they know there’s certain things that just ain’t right, religiously speaking. So when Jay-Z calls himself Hov, we’re willing to overlook it because it’s not explicitly Jehovah and we can claim ignorance or it means something else. “New York dudes been calling themselves god, man. It’s a way of uplifting Black people. You need to google five percenters, for real. Peace, god.”

But when Nicki Minaj is performing exorcisms and Kanye literally merges his name with Jesus, it’s an insult to our religious intelligence and forces us to be held accountable for our supposed beliefs. I liken this to being an RA in college. You were once a curious fun-loving freshman yourself so you don’t really want to bust them for alcohol. But when they stumble in drunk and loud at 4am, playing beer pong in the common room, you HAVE to be upset. Now you’re just being rude and making me do my job. So Christians and half-fake-Christians alike don’t mind when you’re blasphemous as long as you’re not so explicitly so that they can’t defend it. Although that theory pretty much gets ripped to shreds when you think about the fact that this happened back in 2006:

“Subtlety? For what?!”

My stance on the topic? I’m wise enough to know that music has never been “just music”. I believe it is deserving of critique. I also believe that each individual needs to decide for themselves what they will tolerate in their music. I  personally am okay with bumping Kanye in the whip and following it up with 1994 Kirk Franklin. I don’t think listening to Kanye makes me less of a Christian the same as listening to Kirk doesn’t make me more of a Christian. That being said, that’s just where I am now. Maybe I should care more about blasphemy in my favorite artists. My favorite rappers are Kanye and J. Cole. Both are releasing religious-themed albums (Yeezus and Born Sinner respectively) on 6/18. I’m not too heavy into numerology but with 666 (three sixes) being the agreed-upon “mark of the beast” and three x six being 18… I don’t know man. I’m just saying. I don’t really believe in coincidences.

I should end this here but with all that being said, I’m heavily looking forward to the Yeezus album. I’m sensing some College Dropout truths (I get down for my grandfather who took my mama, made her sit in that seat where white folks ain’t want us to eat) and an 808s and Heartbreak tone (Chased the good life my whole life long. Look back on my life and my life gone. Where did I go wrong?) In other words, some very dark honest rap.

I think for anyone paying attention, Kanye’s so-called erratic behavior makes perfect sense. He actually started from the bottom and now that he’s here he sees the same old shenanigans. They still got him showing ID at Sam’s Club, figuratively.  I can imagine he had very lofty dreams of getting to the top and seeing a promise land of racial equality.[2] And he did not. All that being said, he reached a tipping point. And I think that’s going to result in some very dope thought-provoking music if “New Slaves” is any indication:

“They tryna lock niggas up, they tryna make new slaves.

See that’s that private owned prison, get your piece today”.

This wasn’t the point of the post but I’ll let Assata preach to you for a minute from her autobiography:

“Don’t you know that slavery was outlawed?”
“No,” the guard said, “you’re wrong. Slavery was outlawed with the exception of prisons. Slavery is legal in prisons.”
I looked it up and sure enough, she was right. The Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution says:

“Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.”

Well, that explained a lot of things. That explained why jails and prisons all over the country are filled to the brim with Black and Third World people, why so many Black people can’t find a job on the streets and are forced to survive the best way they know how. Once you’re in prison, there are plenty of jobs, and, if you don’t want to work, they beat you up and throw you in a hole. If every state had to pay workers to do the jobs prisoners are forced to do, the salaries would amount to billions… Prisons are a profitable business. They are a way of legally perpetuating slavery. In every state more and more prisons are being built and even more are on the drawing board. Who are they for? They certainly aren’t planning to put white people in them. Prisons are part of this government’s genocidal war against Black and Third World people.

But by all means stay mad at the album title.

 

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  1. I take that back. Images of white Jesus should absolutely be prohibited
  2. A common mistake that many minorities make, thinking wealth will make up for their lack of whiteness. Sigh.

Boston State of Mind: Media’s Defense of White Terrorism

Let’s get right to this. The events that transpired/are transpiring in Boston are tragic. The Marathon bombing could be an entire post on its own. As a person who went to college in Boston, Marathon Monday evokes an amazing, celebratory feeling that is tough to convey. We look forward to it every year. It’s a huge deal. That being said, although I currently live in DC, I’ve followed the events very closely. With friends still in Boston, I’m deeply invested.

Media coverage of national tragedies has always rubbed me the wrong way. There is usually at least one or two comments that seem insensitive or just downright offensive. The main issue I see, however, is the need to separate “us” from “them”. “Us”, being a category I don’t even fit into, represents the White [1] heterosexual Christian normative. “Them” being the caricature of other races/religions/ideologies they employ to trigger a fear response.

Proof? I say “terrorist”. You think Arab or Muslim person[2]

I say “armed gunman” you think troubled White man.

I say “robber” you think young Black guy.

This happens unabashedly and often without mass criticism.[3] At best, that is wildly irresponsible “journalism”. At the worst, it’s using mainstream media as a soapbox to maintain White hetero Christian purity. That’s an issue. Tell me, if you will, the religion of these people:

Adam Lanza (Sandy Hook), Christopher Dorner, Eric Harris & Dylan Klebold (Columbine), Timothy McVeigh, Seung-Hui Cho (Virginia Tech).

Right. The very coverage of these people is radically different. When “we” can, “we” label any act of violence on a major level as terrorism and work hard to uncover their extremist radical ideas. Bin Laden, Saddam. But when the media sadly cannot find a way to demonize the “other’, non-White, not Christian American standard of purity and innocence, they feel the need to ease their cognitive dissonance by finding logic in the illogical.

First of all, on a very rational level, when someone shoots small children, or high schoolers, or anyone for that matter, that is an event void of logic. Trying to find the logic is a Sisyphean effort. But, the media does it. I could go into extreme detail and link to news archives but on a very basic level you could just do a simple comparison of Wikipedia pages. Look on the pages of those people mentioned above and tell me which ones have a mention or entire sections devoted to their “psychological analysis”. For my lazier compadres, do a ctrl + F search for the prefix “psych”. You know which pages don’t have any mention? Chis Dorner. Bin Laden. Saddam. Why? 1. Angry Black Man. 2. Muslim. 3. Muslim. So, no further assessment needed. [4] This is called microinvalidation. “Microinvalidations are characterized by communications that exclude, negate, or nullify the psychological thoughts, feelings or experiential reality of a person of color.”[5]

This is why when Black people commit crimes, there is rarely an incentive or motivation for the media, or us as consumers of mainstream media, to wonder “why”. There is a this proclivity to assume he/she as a person of color had means and motives and that’s all the evidence we need. Dave Chappelle handles this brilliantly, by the way.[6] Meanwhile:

I know the media wants to really emphasize the Russian background of the suspects so that they won’t be viewed as White but does anybody read anymore? Is geography still being taught in schools or do we just tell kids to download google maps and keep it moving? You know that word we use when we’re trying to sound politically correct instead of saying “white folks”? Right. Caucasian. Know where that term comes from? Being from the Caucasus region. Know what’s located in that region?  Russia. More specifically? Chechnya. There goes that effort to rid them of their whiteness. Meanwhile CNN is busy creating imaginary connections between the suspects and islamic extremism, TMZ completely comes out of left field with “Deadly Bombing Suspect Heavy Into Hip Hop“. Like, that really happened. Because when all else fails, blame Hip Hop. Always.

This isn’t to take away anything from the tragedy of Boston. This isn’t even to help explain the situation and alleviate some fear. It’s just a friendly nudge to remind everyone to be observant of to what we tie fear to. The bombing/shootings do not become any less tragic or scary because the skin color or belief system of the assailant changed. Ask yourself, what do you fear? Why?

 

Footnotes    (↑ returns to text)
  1. Which seriously is the most ridiculous racial nomenclature we have.
  2. Do you see how ridiculous that is? Imagine if you thought “American or Catholic person” was a completely reasonable description of someone.
  3. Your tweets don’t count. Find a new method of activism.
  4. Sigh.
  5. Source
  6. It may not seem like it at first. Watch the whole video. Dave is sincerely a genius.

The Terms & Conditions of Blackness

Blackness is one of the most interesting constructs I’ve ever come across. It is second only to the socially constructed idea of race which if we take the time to think about as a categorization of humans into labels such as black or white, is hilariously inaccurate. You don’t have to look far to find a flaw in this nomenclature. I have a homie from Nigeria, for example. Technically, on paper, that man is Nigerian-American. So shouldn’t he be African-American? Right. But there’s no way he’d ever claim that title. Because apparently African-American is synonymous with “just” Black. [1]

We all come from very different places. But those differences can bring us together. It sounds corny but one of the greatest things I learned from my time living in Boston was that fact. There was a point where you could walk into the Howard Thurman Center on Boston University’s campus, see five Black people, and they’d each be distinctly different. There’d be a Haitian American, Nigerian, Cape Verdean American, Jamaican American, and a Bajan American [2]. Literally. It was great. Our walks of life were different but we weren’t defined by our differences. The only time in life I ever truly felt the idea of a melting pot was when I was at a party in Boston. At some point the DJ someone’s iPhone would go from playing Jay-Z to Vybz Kartel to Alan Cave to Nelson Freitas to Serani to Rihanna in an hour time span. And instead of there being waves of people belonging to each respective culture dominating the dance floor and the rest of us departing until our song came back, we stuck around and drunkenly attempted to learn how to pasada or how to zouk or how to bachata or maybe how to twerk. And that’s fantastic.

But, outside of the bubble of Boston campus parties, Blackness clearly matters. Take the now twitter-infamous Zoe Saldana/Nina Simone situation [3] .  Ignoring all other complaints people have about this film (e.g. The entire plot being fabricated) apparently Blackness also has a melanin requirement. You must be this tall to ride. You must be this dark to be real. Zoe Saldana has said several times that she is a Black actress. “Yo soy una mujer negra’ (I’ve seen this quote everywhere but never with a source attached so here’s to hoping it’s real. But even if its not she’s done plenty of covers with “Black & Latina” as the caption) But Black women immediately reacted negatively.  Before anyone brings up The Picture, even BEFORE they darkened her skin, everyone was mad.

Now, there’s a history here that we should acknowledge. Hollywood does love to whitewash its films. I mean Jake Gyllenhaal did play the Prince of Persia. The mostly Asian MIT crew was portrayed by white kids in 21, and Jim Caviezel played Jesus Christ. [4] So yeah. It’s no secret that Hollywood has this thing for white people.

Given that information, when an actress self-identifies as Black and wants to honor a Black woman’s legacy, why not? Personally I wish we’d learn to acknowledge a win and move forward. This animosity amongst our own just shows other people weakness. I’m not for that.  I also don’t understand it. We’re supposed to be upset that a good Black actress is honoring an amazing Black woman but we’re supposed to enjoy Basketball Wives?  And yeah. Basketball Wives is my example of poor representation of Black women on television. Fight me.  But stop being hypocritical. Decide how much you REALLY care about the media’s portrayal of a Black woman and who is controlling our image.

The point? This is awkward. I don’t have one. I want to start a discussion though. Does blackness exist? Are there true distinct characteristics that define blackness? If so, what are they? Basically, what are the Terms & Conditions of Blackness?

 

Footnotes    (↑ returns to text)
  1.  We’ll get to you people who use the term “just” Black at a different date. Do better.
  2.  funny thing is nobody referred to themselves as “Jamaican American”. They just said, “Oh yeah I’m Jamaican”.
  3. Zoe Saldana is going to play Nina Simone in an upcoming film. Some people seem to believe she’s not black enough to play the role.
  4. Jesus is Black.

Bitch Bad

Man. My blog titles have been super inappropriate lately. The next one will be less risqué hopefully.

Anyway. I was driving today and as anyone who has ever spent any time in a car with me will know, I cannot take off until I have the perfect song playing. That’s not necessarily important to the story. But I typed it. And I’m not a fan of editing. So I’m shuffling through songs and Lupe Fiasco’s “Bitch Bad” comes on.  I heard it a little while back and hadn’t listened to it since. But because the a/c in my car is currently not working (one of the many reasons my car is nicknamed Kim K) I didn’t have all day to sit there and shuffle through songs. Thus, “Bitch Bad” was the soundtrack to my ride.

While driving I drafted about three different blogs in my head. One was about misogyny in rap but nobody wants to read that. And I didn’t feel like typing what had been said a thousand times. The second was about whether we[1] should stop using the word bitch, but much like the nigga/nigger/Monday debate, nobody listens to me when it comes to language reappropriation so I figured I’d save some keystrokes there as well. What I landed on as a good topic was does the glorification of bitch (as both a term and a concept) diminish black relationships? Is it that serious? Now, now. What’s important to note here is that this is about the upcoming generation. You may be just fine with the word bitch and have no reservations about whether that is a compliment or an insult to you. Others may not be so fortunate.

Now imagine there’s a shorty maybe five maybe fo’
Ridin’ round with his mama listenin’ to the radio
And a song comes on and a not far from being born
Doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong
Now I ain’t tryna make it too complex
But let’s just say shorty has an underdeveloped context
About the perception of women these days

So Lupe starts the narrative with a little boy about four or five years old. He’s “not far from being born” so he’s super young and still figuring the world out. He’s a tabula rasa in terms of the  socioeconomic pitfalls and stereotypes of Black women (or as the kids are saying these days, he’s Ray Charles to the bullsh*t). He’s riding in the car with his mom and a song comes on.

His mama sings along and this what she say,
“Because I’m a bad bitch. And I’m bad, bitch
Somethin’ else and far above average”
And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and savage and baby carriage
And other things that match it

His mom sings along to this song while mindlessly saying, ‘I’m a bad bitch”. For those not familiar, this is a common term in music and overall life these days. Trina has declared herself the Baddest Bitch. Nicki Minaj is Barbie, bitch who once went on a repetitive rant where for about eight bars she just states “I’ma bad bitch”.

2 Chainz recently provided bad bitches with a birthday song, “It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday/ Bad bitch contest, you in first place“. Iggy Azalea only hits the club with “bad bitches“. Kanye once rapped, “Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws/
Come to meet me without no drawers?” So there’s that. Miguel croons on a Nas song that he wants, “Bad bitches, champagne wishes”. It’s not just the 2 Chainz and Waka Flockas of the music world. Trey Songz muses, “I’m on a bad bitch diet / You niggas should try it” Teen Soap Opera star Aubrey Graham even once festively stated, “I ain’t Santa, I got something for these bad bitches too“. Oh Drake. Then there’s Wale’s song “Illest Bitch” which is actually a pretty empowering song (and perhaps the greatest example of the attempted reappropriation of the word bitch).

Couple of things are happening here
First he’s relating the word ‘bitch’ with his mama, comma
And because she’s relating to herself
His most important source of help
And mental health
He may skew respect for dishonor

This unsuspecting child hears his mom, the person who provides his entire world for him, referring to herself as ‘bad bitch’. Naturally, he bestows the connotation of ‘caring, nurturing, together individual’ as ‘bad bitch’. Keep in mind, this is today. This ‘bad bitch’ trend is in today’s music. And kids are out here having kids so there are certainly more than a few children who experience this reality.

Bitch bad, woman good
Lady better. They misunderstood
Bitch bad. Woman good.
Lady better. They misunderstood.

According to Lupe, the term ‘bitch’ is bad. ‘Woman’ is a little better. ‘Lady’ is the best. The child misunderstands what this term means when he rationalizes it in his young mind. Also, the women who deem themselves ‘bad bitches’ are misunderstood in society. They just want to be the most attractive woman (not just physically).

Now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watching videos listening to songs by themselves
It doesn’t really matter if they have parental clearance
They understand the internet better than their parents

So now we have young ladies watching music videos and listening to their iTunes.  Lupe takes the time to note here that this isn’t about good or bad parenting. That’s not the blame he’s trying to cast. Even the best parents cannot guard their children from the wild ways within the world wide web.

Now being the internet, the content’s probably uncensored
They’re young so they’re malleable, and probably unmentored
A complicated combination maybe with no relevance
Until their intelligence meets their favorite singer’s preference
“Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitches
That’s all I want and all I like in life is bad bitches bad bitches”

These girls are on the internet looking at these explicit videos and songs and they’re very impressionable, as girls are at that age.  They probably also aren’t being mentored, which could make a world of difference. Or it could not. We’ll never know. (A complicated combination maybe with no relevance.) Even if they get past the lyrics and message of their favorite rapper, what about their favorite singer? Once this Trey Songz-esque voice starts to croon about bad bitches, will that change their thoughts? If all day a little girl hears a singer saying his ideal woman is a bad bitch this and a bad bitch that, are we to assume she can go through this critical stage of her life unaffected?

Now let’s say that they’re less concerned with him
And more with the video girl acquiescent to his whims
Ah, the plot thickens
High heels, long hair, fat booty, slim
Reality check: I’m not trippin’
They don’t see a paid actress, just what makes a bad bitch

Ok. Let’s make the dangerous assumption that this little girl can get past the lyrics and even the source. Now she’s watching the video and she sees the women that are cast in the video. They’re tall, with long hair, big butts, they’re thin, and probably have a lighter skin color but that’s a different conversation. These young girls aren’t developed enough to pick apart the video and say, “That’s a weave, heels make her tall, booty implants are all the rage these days, and lipo is real”. That’s an exaggeration. Even if the women are 100% real, the girls aren’t capable of saying, “That’s cool but that doesn’t have to be me because it’s not realistic”.

Unfortunately all they internalize is I want a guy like [X Rapper/Singer] and guys like [X Rapper/Singer] apparently want [Created Image Personified by X Model/Actress]. Oh the damage being done to that young girl’s psyche.

Sure enough, in this little world
The little boy meets one of those little girls

This is where it becomes an even bigger problem. If “hurt people hurt people” what do “children who have had entire definitions and perceptions skewed due to the music they unconsciously internalized and have therefore projected into their relationships” do to each other[2]?

And he thinks she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad bitch
He thinks disrespectfully, she thinks of that sexually

They’re both saying the same thing but the meaning has gotten lost. The now grown up boy from the first verse is saying this girl is bad (as in horrible) at being a bitch. His mom was a bitch and she was awesome. This girl is not at all like his mom. He’s not meaning it to be a compliment. Meanwhile, she thinks he’s complimenting her on her looks.

On the other hand, in opposition to Lupe’s narrative, I don’t think men today who say “that’s a bad bitch” are saying it disrespectfully. I think some are trying to say, “that’s a woman who is gorgeous”.[3]

Bad mean good to her, she really nice and smart
But bad mean bad to him, bitch don’t play your part
But bitch still bad to her if you say it the wrong way
But she think she a bitch, what a double entendre

Being called a “bad bitch” is good to her because she has her life together and that term reflects that in her mind. But in his mind, it’s an insult. This causes Her to chase Him thinking He likes Her and then Her turning bitter when He doesn’t reciprocate and thus a long life of unrequited love[4]. Meanwhile, this same girl will let her friends say, “Hey bitch!” and allow men in clubs to say, “Damn that’s a bad bitch!” but if the wrong person says it in the wrong way, “Look, bitch, what you won’t do is…” then she’s going to take it as an insult.  How confusing.

So the argument is this: is it that serious? Although it’s been proven time and again that the psyche of young boys and girls can be significant in their overall development (check out this little known Brown v Board situation. It cited psychological research as evidence for why segregation is horrible), does stating that one wants a “bad bitch” over a “good woman” really change the fact that one wants a woman who is together financially, spiritually, academically, aesthetically, and any other adverb that is appealing?

Footnotes    (↑ returns to text)
  1. By “we” I mean you
  2. They go on Love and Hip Hop: Atlanta
  3. That’s not a compliment to me, but I have seen this go over well
  4. And the unfortunate acquisition of the phrase “n*ggas ain’t sh*t”

Them Niggas Ain’t Dyin For You

Originally posted June 4, 2012

…and that’s sad because clearly there aren’t enough Black people dying in America.

Don’t be alarmed. The title of this post is just a lyric from Pusha T’s newest diss record aimed at Young Money. A quick background because you can get the super fun details elsewhere, Pusha T (one half of the rap duo The Clipse) has beef with Young Money. Specifically Lil Wayne. Probably Drake. Maybe The Weeknd? Whatever. Lil Wayne tweeted in response to the song, “F*k Pusha T and anybody that love em”. To which the other half of the Clipse, Malice tweeted in response, “Well I LOVE Pusha! That’s my blood and I ain’t never kiss em”, a jab of course at the fact that there is a picture of Lil Wayne aka “Weezy F Baby, please say the Baby” kissing rapper Baby on the lips which is hilarious if you’re homophobic. Just kidding. It’s hilarious because Lil Wayne spits homophobic rhymes yet arguably has some of the most homoerotic lyrics in all of rap music. But while a fun topic to explore, that’s not the topic of today’s post.

The topic of today’s post is Pusha T’s video for his diss track, “Exodus 23:1″. Specifically, how Pusha T showed more in the 4 minutes and 23 seconds of the video than any 60 minutes segment or documentary on American hoods in recent memory. Pusha T just issued the most targeted and widespread anti-drug and anti-gang PSA ever. Clap for Kanye West for funding this community service. Here’s what I mean.

Now, one may have seen the video and thought Pusha T was trying to prove he’s harder than Lil Wayne and the rest of Young Money. That’s a possibility. But that’s not what I got from the video. I think Pusha T was tired of the lying in rap. (Exodus 23:1 states, “Do not spread false reports. Do not help a guilty person by being a malicious witness.” [NIV] ) He was sick of rappers claiming to be gangstas and drug dealers. I think he decided to shoot a video showing what the hood that rappers rap about really looks like. It’s not beautiful.

From a purely aesthetic perspective, the video is different from everything out right now. It’s gritty. It’s dark. Many shots are in black and white. Most importantly, it’s solemn. This video was a gritty unveiling of the REAL hood versus the glamorized facade of “gangsta” perpetrated by Young Money and the rest of the rap world. That’s certainly purposeful. Most portrayals of the “hood” and “ghetto” in rap videos today feature the protagonist rapper pulling up in a shiny new whip while looking over the hood almost in gratitude for making them real. They pull up and get respect from drug fiends. There’s a false narrative put forth that the hood loves them when they come back after they supposedly sold all these drugs which, in case we forgot, breaks up homes and ruins black bodies.

Compare it to Rick Ross’ video for “BMF” for example, above. You see the random flashes of money. The shiny car. The hood approval. The transition from Anyhood, USA to the big city with no repercussion. You see no consequence or impact of the drug game. This is astonishing given the chorus, “I think I’m Big Meech, Larry Hoover.” With so much effort put into aligning himself with major convicted drug traffickers, you’d think he’d show the aftermath of drug-riddled hoods. But instead you have the flaunting of wealth purportedly accrued from selling drugs.

Now I look at Pusha T’s video and I see weak crack fiends and downtrodden residents. I don’t see pretty women, nice cars, and a 24/7 block party as portrayed in countless videos prior. Scenes of flickering TVs instead of HD screens, seasons old Rocawear instead of new Rolexes, an old Mitsubishi instead of a Maybach. Not a single “yellow model chick”, but instead a barefoot overweight cracked out white man. Pusha T took the glory out of pushing. The irony is clear. When the last time you heard it like this? It’s been awhile. But when you have Lil Wayne casually dropping gang affiliations in songs and Drake may or may not be throwing up those signs as well, it leads to an accessibility that we don’t really need. (This isn’t the first time mainstream rap tried to commercialize gang affiliation. Remember when we were all doing that crip walk dance? Yeah. Awkward to think about now, isn’t it?) It’s easy enough to get involved in some unsavory activities to make ends meet, do we really need to glamorize it and make it accessible? Pusha T challenged that narrative. Oh you want to shoutout your gang in a song? You want to claim to be a drug kingpin? You want to aggrandize it in videos, songs, and overall lifestyle? You want to make drugs and gang warfare an element of hip hop culture instead of a symptom of a greater disease of income inequity and achievement gaps? Fine. Just make sure you show both sides.

Not everyone will take from the video what I took from it. And that’s fine. But I think it’s gonna save lives. Everyone can’t be the kingpin. There have to be pawns.

 

Update: Almost  a year later, I was right… Pusha T decodes “Keys Open Doors”

An Open Letter to My Family

Dear Dad, Mom, Marcus, and Alex,

I’ve called you guys. I’ve emailed. I’ve texted. I’ve posted Facebook statuses. I’ve tweeted. But there just are not enough outlets for me to express the love that I have for you guys. We’ve been through some stuff, us Allens. (Yeah. I know. Allen isn’t as awesome a last name as Huxtable but it is what it is.) Through it all, we get stronger. We get closer.

I took my final final exam of my undergraduate career earlier today. So that explains my current sentimental mood.  As I left that building and headed back to my room to figure out what to do with all this newfound free time, it hit me. Now I never walked around thinking I did it by myself. But I never really stopped to think about how I got here. My ambition coupled with God’s grace were some key factors there. But let’s not forget about the reason I am who I am: you guys.

Now this could easily be a letter to just my parents. But Marcus and Alex, you guys had a HUGE role in who I am, too. Have. You have a huge role in who I am.  Marcus, you’re the oldest. Watching you have a dream since you were a little kid and doing everything in your power to see that dream come to fruition was nothing short of inspiring. When your goals changed even after you were handed that initial dream fully paid for and you took the road less traveled to do what you really wanted, you changed my life. You could have stayed on course and probably ended up super successful in that field as well, but you deviated. Deviation was never my strong point, and I admire that in you.

I’ve mentioned this to you before but maybe never with this intensity. You’re the reason I never worry when things don’t go my way. At the end of the day, the security net I have in you and the rest of the family dwarfs any fear I may have of failure. There are things you do that have seemingly nothing to do with me but still leave me thankful.  For example: thanks for marrying the love of your life, Amber.  She’s the sister I never had and having her in my life has been a dope addition as well. Seeing you live your life the way you do: bold, unafraid, stubborn tenacious, has encouraged me to go after my dreams no matter what.  Watching you graduate, get your first apartment, buy your first car, and get married has shown me how to mature and how to grow. Thanks for being an amazing role model even when you didn’t know it.

Alex, oh Alex. Our relationship is hilarious.  We moved around a bit as kids but I was never afraid of a new school. Why? Because it didn’t matter if we were at a new school in Virginia, Maryland, or North Carolina. I would always be able to eat lunch with my best friend. You. Remember that one time I snitched on you to mom and dad about something or another? Doesn’t matter. I do. I remember how you looked when that happened. Betrayed. And since then I knew I never wanted to jeopardize our bond. We’ve always had each other’s back no matter what.  We didn’t even need to know all the details to know that no matter what, family comes first.

I always joke that Marcus is the older brother due to our age difference but you’re more like my best friend. And while you both know how much I love you guys I think that somewhat undermines the role you’ve played in my life. I look up to you. I’ve watched you grow as a person and it’s been amazing.  You’re one of the most focused and determined people I’ve ever met. What I admire most about you is your humble moves.  You quietly take over the world.  You don’t make huge announcements that you’re about to change the game. You just do.  You follow your own path and you always have. You’re brilliant, by the way. People always labeled me the smart one of us three (Marcus the all-American jock/Class President/Homecoming King/token Black guy of the year, and you the cool one) but that’s just because I was socially awkward so they had to give me a win. But you showed me you could be smart AND cool. You introduced me to greek life. You also taught me a lot about what I should and should not stand for in relationships. Thanks bro.

Mom and Dad, separate paragraphs are pointless. That’s one thing I appreciate about you guys. You’ve always been a united front. On every issue. I used to watch shows as a kid and whenever kids wanted to get what they wanted they tried the old “Ask dad first and if he says no ask mom” routine. That never worked. I stopped trying after the second time. I think you guys have telepathy.  I remember when Marcus, Alex, and I were mad young. I was maybe 7 you guys asked what we wanted to be. I said Psychologist. Dad and his super annoying lovely excel spreadsheets then plotted a plan for us to get to that point.  He worked backward.

“You want to be a psychologist? Ok you need to go to grad school. Which means college. Which means graduating high school. If you want to get into a good school you need to have the highest GPA and a competitive academic workload.  That means taking advanced classes as early as middle school.”

You know what? We did just that. With some tweaking here and there, you guys kept us on track.  You went to book stores and got us books in the fields of our passion and made us work all summer. Remember when we were all talking sometime around Alex’s graduation and we found out that Marcus, Alex, and I all took on Africana/African-American Studies as our minors? While it wasn’t planned among the three of us, that also wasn’t an accident. You guys instilled us since day one the importance and honor of being Black.  Being Black was never a bad thing. I was genuinely confused as to how anyone could dislike Black people (but not ignorant to the reality). You never created a “them vs. us” mentality in me, either. And I appreciate that.  Surrounded by Black barbies, Black paintings, movies and TV shows with Black actors, and then you two as my ultimate role models, how could we not come to love our people?

I say all this to say that as Black parents in America, the media might be saying that it’s hopeless. Black sons and daughters aren’t graduating high school. They’re not even making it 18. They can walk down the street, skittles and tea in hand, and be shot with no regard. But with odds against us, and you as parents, you put three amazing children through college. You made us independent thinkers.  Question askers. Authority challengers. Change makers.  I’m forever thankful for that. I’ve always respected you guys. Raised in a Black home, there really wasn’t room for any other option. But the admiration I have for you guys was built over the years. I know Marcus and Alex agree.

To this day I don’t know how you guys woke up everyday, worked out, commuted to and from DC, made dinner, cut the grass, ate dinner every night at a table with us, and still had the energy to help us with our homework. But wait! Then, after all that, you volunteered in city elections at polling places. You were on countless church committees. You made every parent/teacher conference. You made every Christmas and Birthday memorable. Honestly, if I’m a quarter the parent you guys are, my future, currently non-existent, please don’t read into this, kid will be super lucky.

So to my dad, mom, and older brothers, thanks. Thanks for making me who I am today. Thanks for always challenging me and loving me. I can’t wait to see what we do in the future.  I know we’re gonna be great. We don’t really have a choice. We’re Allens.

Skittles and Tea: Weapons of Mass Destruction

“Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, “Wait.” But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society … –then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience. You express a great deal of anxiety over our willingness to break laws. This is certainly a legitimate concern.”

-MLK, Jr. 1963

Now while Dr. King was speaking on the topic of segregation, his dissatisfaction with the current treatment of Blacks in America is still relevant.  I’m writing today to talk about Trayvon Martin.  A simple google search will tell you about the case but here are the facts. Trayvon Martin was 17. He was walking home from a 7-11. He had a bag of skittles and a can of tea in his hand.  A neighborhood watch member shot him. There is a 911 call that has been released where you can hear Trayvon screaming at the top of his lungs for help.  Then another shot is heard. Then there is deafening silence.  George Zimmerman, the neighborhood watch guy, has not been arrested. Oh. Trayvon’s Black.

So let’s talk about this. There are many layers, obviously. The race one seems the most obvious. But when there is a Black child dead, the last thing I’m here for is to debate if Zimmerman is racist or not.  I’ll leave that to sensationalists who want to start race riots instead of talking about the real issue here. A murder took place. Damn near an execution.  Zimmerman is claiming self-defense. But if you simply listen to the tape, Zimmerman had enough time to casually walk over to Trayvon’s screaming body and shoot him in the chest. Does that to anyone with a fully functional frontal lobe sound like self-defense? I’m going to assume no.

To be transparent, if this wasn’t already obvious, this is not an unbiased post.  I have two brothers. I am Black. I am incredibly concerned and invested in this case. I was born in Virginia Beach, Virginia.  When my parents moved us to Northern Virginia in 1998 my folks gave my brothers and I pocket Constitutions.  My dad sat us down and in a solemn tone usually reserved for “death in the family” conversations, my father told us things would be a little different here. He told us we had to learn our rights because nobody was going to enforce a law if we weren’t even cognizant of its existence. He even warned us of police.  He said if we were driving on a back road (Virginia is famous for these dark, winding country roads with no lights) and were pulled over, to keep driving to an excessively lit area with people around. I thought my Dad was doing the most.  I thought he was being way too cautious.  My Dad was born and raised in Compton, California, why was he afraid of Stafford, Virginia? He survived neighborhoods that Ice Cube and NWA earned their street credit in! Why are we afraid of a neighborhood where people ride horses and measure their wealth by how many acres their house sits on? We moved on up like the Jeffersons. My parents were overreacting.

Mom told us that if we say we’re going somewhere with someone, we need to be at that location with those people.  There should never be a point in time where we aren’t doing what we said we were doing.  I, of course, thought they were being strict and wanted to damper my fun. What they were really saying is, always have an alibi. Because some of you may not know me or my family, I guess this is the time for a disclaimer. We’re cool people. My “Michelle Huxtable” moniker is not for nothing. People meet my family and within 5 minutes they say as though they have seen a unicorn, “Woah. You guys are the real Huxtables”. In other words, we’re wholesome. We like each other and what not.  Before we all left for college, we used to eat dinner together nightly.  My brother Alex and I hang out, party together, and text almost daily. We have a family group chat on our iPhones that is on and poppin’ daily.  I love them. These rules that my parents put in place weren’t because we were delinquents. It was because my parents knew the Trayvon Martin reality, before it was Trayvon Martin.  They knew the Trayvon Martin reality back when it was Emmett Till. They knew that you can do everything right, be raised in the right neighborhood, follow the law, be respectful to police, get good grades, wear the right colors in the right hoods, but if you just happen to be wearing the wrong skin color in the wrong place at the wrong time, nothing matters.  As J. Cole once said, “Got good grades but A’s can’t stop strays, so pray for me”. My parents knew that although their good parenting offered us opportunities that they were never afforded when they were our age, there is only a surface-level difference between Black mortality in the streets of Compton and the avenues of Virginia.

That being said, we need to make known the reality of being Black in America. Word to Soledad O’brien for the series, but it hasn’t even scratched the surface of what it truly means to be Black in America. And I’m here for that. Usually nobody wants to talk about this because it screams of playing the race card.  But, this is necessary.  Being Black in America means being incredibly aware that your life value is mythical. It means knowing that you don’t have a voice. It means being expected to be satisfied with muted voices and stolen culture.  It means never speaking up out of fear of being accused of victimization.  It means seeing people who look like you on TV being gunned down and the man who confesses is able to walk free. It means the government can put you on death row with little tangible evidence and kill you. It means all of this can happen with little outrage.  It means getting a few thousand signatures on a petition and a few retweets. It means truly feeling outrage and physical pain with knowing that in a few weeks, nobody, including yourself, will think about this again.  It means knowing that nobody cares about you.

I feel personally attached to this case because as mentioned, I have two brothers who I am incredibly close to. Trayvon Martin could be one of them.  At the risk of sounding like a bad PSA, Trayvon Martin could be your friend, cousin, nephew, uncle, or you. And try not to feel safe if you’re a woman and reading this.  Just because you don’t hear about women being gunned down, don’t for a second think your womb or femininity in America is safe. Let your Black mother or sister go missing and see if America cares. But that’s a different conversation.  The point for this post is simple: Let it be known that it is perfectly legal and acceptable to murder Black people in America. What can we do to change that? There needs to be a  movement of epic proportions.  People were down with the whole #KONY2012 movement. We were down for the #OccupyWallStreet movement. Where is that same excitement for revolution? Where is Jay-Z with his “I Am Trayvon Martin” t-shirts? Where is Obama calling Trayvon’s family like he did when Limbaugh called that girl a slut? Where are you? Where is your name on the petition? Where is your phone that should be dialing the DA? This will keep happening if we don’t make a move. America has spoken. You will NOT kill or kidnap America’s sweet white babies or women. The FBI will be called. SWAT teams will assemble. They will shut this country down. But go ahead and be a serial killer who targets Black women or children. You’ll be fine. So now that America has spoken, what are we going to say in retort?

Be safe, people.

“Being here in America doesn’t make you an American… No I’m not an American, I’m one of the 22 million Black people who are the victims of Americanism.  One of the 22 million Black people who are the victims of democracy, nothing but disgused hypocrisy… I’m speaking as a victim of this American system.  And I see American through the eyes of a victim.  I don’t see any American dream: I see an American nightmare.”

-Malcolm X

A little Michelle Obama, a little Claire Huxtable