Sunday, May 14, 2006
Time for some FIRE!!! Just a rant by yours truly.
Every once in awhile I have to vent..... so pardon this brief indulgence. Because I made my presence known on the gossip blog, Crunk and Disorderly, I'm beginning to notice some Crunk supporters coming to this site and leaving pornographic pictures in the comment section which I cannot delete. Others are just leaving disparaging remarks regarding my beliefs, which I have no problem with, as I do not intend to censor anyone. However, if you plan to leave a comment be prepared to defend yourself because I will bring the fire. You may have noticed the photos of Paul Robeson and Biggie Smalls above. One represents the apex of Black achievement, the other represents.... I leave that up to the reader. But one thing that disturbs me about the direction that some in our community are taking us in, is this requirement that we must love hiphop and cast allegience to the alleged hiphop community....and with my experience with Crunk, I have had enough of it. I grew up on hiphop, jazz, funk and many musical genres. But the hiphop of old is NOT the hiphop that is being pumped into our consciousness in 2006. Crunk really hit it home for me that there is this Black group thought process that we are compelled to belong to....almost akin to Black folks having to vote democratic and it truly disturbs me. For some reason you can't think differently and you can't challenge anyone in this ghettofabulous realm. If someone wants to rep the ghetto lifestyle then so be it. But I am also aware of the excellence in scholarship and entertainment that Mr. Robeson stood for and I support that realm. Somebody has to. So, I welcome those with opposing viewpoints but be prepared to defend yourself. Everybody doesn't rep ghetto substandard beliefs nor should they be compelled to do so. We have choices and I hope you make the right one. Don't worry, you won't lose your Black authenticity card. If you think you lost it, try catching a cab in New York, that will be your reminder, just reconsider wearing your platinum grill and playing Yung Joc on your ipod if your lucky enough to catch that cab.
Posted by desmond burton at 9:32 PM