Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Go See East Of Havana or You Ain't Hip Hop.


I slept yall. I saw this movie almost a month ago and I have been meaning to tell you about it. East of Havana is about Hip Hip in Cuba.

The filmmakers — who are Cuban-American themselves — zero in on a collective called El Cartel, composed of the charismatic Mikki (a flirt who raises pigeons), a poetic woman named Magyori (a street huckster who's as tough as any guy) and the group's political firebrand, Soandry, who laments the marginalization of politically tinged rap since its heyday in the United States in the early 1990s. ("I live trapped in that time," he admits.)

Although the film is set in 2004 during the weeklong run-up to the International Festival of Rap Cubano and in the shadow of Hurricane Charley, there's no phony urgency. The filmmakers are mainly interested in hearing the music and learning about the musicians' compelling personal stories. (Soandry, for instance, longs to be reunited with his older brother, who fled to the United States a decade earlier.)

And trust. You WILL be a different person after you watch it. I know, my back pack readers, b-girls/boys, and the mtv jawns, might think, here she go with this sh*t again.

Following Magyori and fellow rappers
as they prepare for an international hip-hop festival taking place in Havana in 2004, East of Havana sets their individual stories against the bitter, resilient landscape of Cuba's political history. For the youth in the film, music doesn't just have a purpose, it is a purpose, and the artists find in hip-hop a "mental freedom," a lyrical and ideological purity that recalls American hip-hop before it crusted over with diamonds and demagogues.

But please believe there is nothing like seeing fools rap, JUST FOR THE SAKE OF RAPPIN.

Seeing a dude in Cuba, live near the beach, not really have a lot of paper, BUT has crazy love for hip hop.


2 of the three characters had to go outside to get water either from a pump or from a cooler.

THAT SH*T was bananas.
The female character in the documentary HUSTLES USED CLOTHES TO MAKE PAPER. The IDEA of Get Rich or Die Trying, or Bling, Or Coming Up, is foreign to them. I swear, for these cats, hip hop is like breathing. And it makes my 89-92 loving heart smile.

While it may not come to your local theaters.

Netflix it.

IMDB it.

Myspace it.

Get that sh*t into ya life.



Hi Blog fam.

Has anyone else seen it?


Monday, February 26, 2007

I Miss Lil Kim.


There is something sorely missing from hip hop. Hip hop is missing the the voice of a woman that is sexual, raw and self possesed. A woman who has created and stays in her lane and is clearly unapolgetic about who she is.

I usta be scared of the d*ck/
now I throw my lips on the sh
handle it like a real b*tch/.

"Asserting herself sexually like a hip-hop Millie Jackson, Kim's ribald accounts of healthy sexual appetite come off as empowering," said Time Out. "Kim is a revolutionary figure in the sense that she's a woman who is articulating the same perverted thoughts that men have been rhyming about for years," said CMJ in their "Dope!"-rated review. Spin concurred, stating "Lil' Kim is possessed of so much natural panache and audacity that she packs the attack of a 50-foot woman."
The New York Times article on surban mommas pole dancing to add spice to their lives reminds me of kim and the schizophrenic realtionship that this country has with sex.
Pole dancing, once exclusively the province of exotic dancers, has flared up as a much-hyped Hollywood exercise craze, and has seeped into the collective unconscious through shows like “The Sopranos” and “Desperate Housewives.” A variant called motorized pole dancing, which occurs in stretch limos, has raised eyebrows as far away as Britain, where some female university students pole-danced as a fund-raiser for testicular cancer. And mini-poles have even been spotted as dance props at over-the-top bat mitzvah parties in suburban precincts.
My first problem with the article is that it presupposes that suburban mommas are not suppose to be mashing in the first place.


In our culture, Strippers are lower than spit.

So what does it means when "Surban" re responsible and lady like and not sexual women start "pole dancing" for fun.

Its serves as evidence of "stripper culture" permeating mainstream culture without any analysis of what it means to be a woman that makes her living off selling the notion of sex, the fantasy of sex, and for that matter sex.

Some say exercise that echoes the acrobatics done by women who take their clothes off for a living is exploitative rather than empowering. But Ms. Shteir and Joan Price, the author of “Better Than I Ever Expected: Straight Talk About Sex After Sixty” (Seal Press, 2006), see a clear difference between middle-class, middle-aged women choosing to give parties in their homes and women pushed by poverty into potentially dangerous or demeaning work.
“I want the women to feel strong within themselves,” explained Ms. Cottam, 29, who teaches pole dancing at a local gym as well as at home parties. Noting that some middle-aged suburban women lose themselves and their sense of sexuality as they are consumed by the responsibilities of motherhood, she added: “When you come to my class you are beautiful, you are. I want to show them that strength inside, and unleash that sexual kitten.”

Think about it. The Duke rape case was largely scandless because the accuser was a black woman, EXOTIC DANCER, momma and student.

Kim will never be Kim again.

With jail, the loss of of Biggie and the cosmetic surgeries, life is different for Kim.

However, I remember reading her article in Honey magazine and feeling like I knew her and being glad that she existed.

Hip Hop needs her voice.


Good Morning Blog Family. Did you see the snow last night? It was purrrrty. It actually made me relax. And that was after two cups of coffee, a cinnamon roll, an 4 hours of reading, lol.


Saturday, February 24, 2007

This N*gga said I couldn't call him a N*gga.


So I am newly single.
I got a lil e-date jawn poppin off. So me and this cat are talking, exchanging info, via email last Thursday morning, in between my evidence assignment. Peep the interaction.

Me: So are you seperated as in she has a drawer fulla pannies in your bedroom and a toothbrush in the bathroom.

Him:No, I am seperated as in you should come over and check and see.

Me: N*ggas allways want to come overy they house when they don't know you
but when the DO know you, th
ey ain't want you around.

Him: Please don't call me a n*gga... blah blah blah.

Me: First of all some of my friends like it, some of them don't.
b. I ain't gonna lie like imma change,
b/c I am probably not.
c. My language is connected to my humanity. Therefore in the name
of Zora, short of being @ work or in a professional setting, I am going to

speak the way I see fit.

Thats too bad, because you are cute and smart.

Yeah, you are sexy too.

Later sweetheart.


I mention this because I came across the "N" word conference in Alabama.

Clarence Sutton Sr., president of the Tuscaloosa chapter of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, said he's taken deep offense to the slur since a 1960 incident when a knife-wielding white youth slapped him and said "Nigger, you wanna fight?"

"From that time on in my life, the word nigger was personal. I associated it with the hate and the very deep disdain that this gentleman had perpetrated on me at the time," he said.

These days, Sutton said, it's mostly other blacks he finds using the word.

"I'm fighting now because we have lost a generation of young people who don't know the history associated with that word," Sutton said.

No. You there are SOME kids in this generations who don't KNOW a LOT of sh*t about a lot of shit.
Ensuring that they have Critical thinking skills is more effective than some kockamamie conference on N*ggas.

First of all, don't you think that our resources could be used for better things:

a. Like addressing the sh*t that Bill Cosby keeps ranting about.

b. Revising the Rockefeller mandatory sentencing laws.

c. Holding public school superintendents and Black Mommas and Daddies accountable for being complicit in under education of Black children.

d. Making sure that Black families don't lose their homes to forclosure as a result of taking a predatory loan.



How you gonna have a discussion about the word N*gga w/o the Analysis of and Presence of White people.

For trill.

The word says just as much about us, as it does about them and our history together in this country.

========= I came in on the slunder w/ a lil Saturday morning post.


Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Chip Johnson is an Irresponsible Journalist for the SF Chronicle.


Chip Johnson wrote an article on crime in Oakland that I have major beef with.

He calls himself drawing attention to the lack of police presence in the well heeled neighborhoods and how long it takes for them to respond, in the event that they do.

What he failed to do was realize how biased, dangerous, racist his descriptions of Oakland's "shadowy characters".

With Oakland police resources stretched to the limit from the patrol to the investigations divisions, it's not surprising that citizens all over the city are feeling the pinch in their neighborhoods.

The city's spike in homicides, which last year reached the highest number in more than a decade, grabbed headlines. But at the same time, residents and business owners across Oakland are finding that they can't count on officers responding to their calls for help -- and their patience is wearing thin.

There has always been a tug-of-war between residents in the city's hills who clamor for more protection from property crimes and those living in the flatlands areas with the highest violent crime, which is where police recently have been focusing many of their resources.

Now people in both areas are alarmed by rising crime that police don't seem to be able to handle.

Residents' experiences run the gamut. A woman on an Adams Point street crowned a would-be burglar with a wine bottle to stop him from entering her Harrison Street home, while a software consultant in tonier Crocker Highlands successfully discouraged a knife-wielding robber last week.

Ken Marcus was walking home from a bus stop when he saw a man who didn't fit in with the surroundings. Casting the thought off as paranoia, he turned and started to make his way up a steep grade.

How does someone not fit into their surroundings. Was he Black? A crackhead. A d-boy? Was he pusing a buggy? Did he have locks and a white T. This is statement is so irresponsbile as a journalist. So loaded.
But when Marcus turned around, the man he suspected doubled back on him and confronted him, weapon in hand.

With Oakland police resources stretched to the limit from the patrol to the investigations divisions, it's not surprising that citizens all over the city are feeling the pinch in their neighborhoods.

Implicit in this statement is that crime is reasonable and tolerable in some neighborhoods and forbidden, out of character and intolerable in others. Even while this may be a TRUE, as a journalist you have an obligation and duty to be mindful that you are talking about communities with HUMAN BEINGS, with children and families that live there now, and have been living there for years.

The city's spike in homicides, which last year reached the highest number in more than a decade, grabbed headlines. But at the same time, residents and business owners across Oakland are finding that they can't count on officers responding to their calls for help -- and their patience is wearing thin.

There has always been a tug-of-war between residents in the city's hills who clamor for more protection from property crimes and those living in the flatlands areas with the highest violent crime, which is where police recently have been focusing many of their resources.

Now people in both areas are alarmed by rising crime that police don't seem to be able to handle.

Residents' experiences run the gamut. A woman on an Adams Point street crowned a would-be burglar with a wine bottle to stop him from entering her Harrison Street home, while a software consultant in tonier Crocker Highlands
successfully discouraged a knife-wielding robber last week.

Ken Marcus was walking home from a bus stop when he saw a man who didn't fit in with the surroundings. Casting the thought off as paranoia, he turned and started to make his way up a steep grade.

What the f*ck is don't fit the surroundings. Was he black? Did he have on a hoodie? Was he a crack head? Was he homeless. This is so loaded.

Marcus stepped away from the man and into Santa Ray Avenue as he demanded money.

"Once I got enough distance, I could either run or stand my ground," Marcus said Monday.

He challenged the man -- then threatened him at the top of his lungs and scared him back into a waiting car.

"I wasn't thinking of my stuff or the $20 in my pocket," Marcus said. "I was thinking this guy wants to hurt me, maybe kill me. I was afraid for my safety."

The kicker came later, when Marcus walked home and called police. They showed up 15 minutes later and took a report -- and one of them remarked that it was rare to get calls in that neighborhood.

The incident made Marcus wonder if his neighborhood was the newest spot on the bandits' radar screen after historically having been largely untouched by the city's crime.

"It's like Halloween, where kids go into certain neighborhoods to get the good stuff, except now it's happening with crime," he said.

Awww. The itty bitty baby is getting a taste of how trill the town is. Unless YOU do something to address the underlying issues, this is only the begining. I hate when people get hella surprised when the calamaties that affect the hood creep into their lives and they have the nerve to be SCARED. Ha.

There have been shootings on Lakeshore Avenue, near Lake Merritt, an the attempted robbery on Santa Ray Avenue, where Mayor Ron Dellums' mother lived for years, and shootings in Adams Point.

No matter how you slice it, the perception of crime in Oakland, like a bad moon, is rising again. There are unexpected locations for random violence in Oakland, and a barometer reading suggests more rough times ahead.

There are two cases among scores of such crimes in recent months that illustrate the frustration that real, would-be and near-miss victims experience in their dealings with officers who are required to rank the threat level of each service call and respond in an appropriate manner.

Where is the mention of how the police interact w/ the non monied? The article would have been that much better if he would have interviewed some working class folks that live on High Street or Seminary or Fruitvale. You would infer from this article that the police are actually being effective in the flatlands. But naw. If the Lake got crime, then thats what matters.

In the first incident, an unidentified woman who was attacked at Oakland's Fruitvale BART Station on Jan. 25 jumped on a train to evade her assailant, rode to Fremont and reported the attack to authorities.

When Oakland police were notified of the incident, they asked Fremont police to take the report because they had no one to send. An attack at a public transit stop is a pretty serious crime, right?

This should be of paramount concern to Dellums and could well define his first term in office. Until a plan to reduce such violence is hatched, the flow of middle-class African Americans from this city will continue. It's an emigration that has already prompted calls for meetings of the largest black churches in the city, said Bishop Bob Jackson, pastor of Acts Full Gospel Church, one of Oakland's largest black churches.

Jackson said losses had been felt in all the city's big congregations, including his own church, which he estimated had seen more than 300 former members move out of the area because of the growing violence.

Negroes been moving out of the Oakland to Antioch, Atlanta and Vegas for a hot minute now, and it is not about to stop.

Public perception may not accurately reflect the outcomes of the war on crime in Oakland, but it still provides a sense of the general scene. If all that holds true, the city needs to present a plan for shoring up its short-staffed police department and devise some strategy to adequately address serious felony crimes before public confidence falls through the floor.

This statement presumes that public confidence of the Lake dwellers is all that is relevent. What about folks in the lower bottom, 11/5, dog town, etc? I would imagine that the rationale is that "they hood n*ggas anyways, so they use to hella crime".

Chip Johnson's column appears on Tuesdays and Fridays. E-mail him at chjohnson@sfchronicle.com.


That was a fun post.


Tuesday, February 20, 2007

I Sold Watuh Last Year or Beyond Beats and Rhymes is Dope.


My top ten favorite moments in the Documentary: Beyond Beats and Rhymes:

1. Seeing Stephen Hill from BET walk away from Byron when asked how he felt about the Black male images on BET.

2. Hearing dude being interviewed on the street say, I SOLD WATUH last summah. WHAT!

3.Seeing dudes grab girls booties and assert that they had a RIGHT to tap-a-@ss at BET's Spring Bling. All I could think was, these sistas ain't got guns. ('yall know I'm violent: Tre ironic hunh? lol).

5. Seeing Jada Kiss ask Byron "What Kinda Movies you Watch?", when Byron asked Jada about his murked filled lyrics.

6. Where was Greg Tate?

7. Berverly Guy-Sheftall is hella fresh. I been Liked her. But seeing her on camera confirmed the fact that she is my auntie in Atlanta.


9. Realizing that I know Asha Jennings from Oakland.

10. And Finally. Hearing dudes on the street say, "If you take that rightous rap to the labels, they ain't trynna hear that".


Hip Hop Docs Rock!


The New York Times Loves Dramagate.


How Assimilated Negro gon' get a New York Times Mention.

Shhh***T. Hummingbyrd wanta Times Mention.

THE White Castle on East Fordham Road in the Bronx shimmered as if glazed. A Valentine’s Day of snow and freezing rain had left a thin layer of ice on its crenellated exterior and several inches of accumulation in the parking lot and on the sidewalk. There were few cars and even fewer pedestrians.

For this year, a mix of fawning and snarky local news media coverage — including a win-a-date contest with the blogger The Assimilated Negro — seemed to augur well. After all, Ms. Simpson said, reading from a plaque, the fast-food chain has operated an outpost on East Fordham Road in Belmont since Aug. 10, 1930.

New York Times Breaks Down Dramagate. Its so funny observing how a writer breaks down mix tapes to the largely white masses.
A mixtape can consist of remixes of hit songs — for instance, the Aphilliates offered a CD of classic Michael Jackson songs doctored by a Detroit D.J. Or it can feature a rapper “freestyling,” or improvising raps, over the beat from another artist’s song; so, on one mixtape, LL Cool J’s “Love You Better” became 50 Cent’s “After My Cheddar.” In most cases, the D.J. modifies the original song without acquiring the rights to it, and if he wants to throw in a sample of Ray Charles singing or a line from a Bugs Bunny cartoon, he doesn’t worry about copyright. The language on mixtapes is raw and uncensored; rappers sometimes devote a whole CD to insulting another rapper by name.
Ummmm raw and uncensored. Thats the way we like it.
But Drama and Cannon’s studio was not a bootlegging plant; it was a place where successful new hip-hop CDs were regularly produced and distributed. Drama and Cannon are part of a well-regarded D.J. collective called the Aphilliates. Although their business almost certainly violated federal copyright law, as well as a Georgia state law that requires CDs to be labeled with the name and address of the producers, they were not simply stealing from the major labels; they were part of an alternative distribution system that the mainstream record industry uses to promote and market hip-hop artists. Drama and Cannon have in recent years been paid by the same companies that paid Kilgo to help arrest them.
Sh*t is alternative AND STILL ILLEGAL. Record industry don't have no codes.

Music+Capitalism = Greasy.
One of the CDs confiscated by R.I.A.A. investigators during the Atlanta raid was “Dedication 2,” a mixtape that DJ Drama made with Lil Wayne, a New Orleans rapper; it appeared on the Billboard hip-hop and R&B charts and was widely reviewed in the mainstream press. (Kelefa Sanneh of The New York Times chose “Dedication 2” as one of the 10 best recordings of 2006.) As the R.I.A.A. agents boxed up Drama’s stash of “Dedication 2,” the CD continued to sell well at major retailers like Best Buy and FYE (a national chain of record stores) and also at the iTunes Store online.
The economics of mixtapes appeal to XL, and so do their politics; as he sees it, mixtapes undermine the power of major record labels and radio stations. “Most artists can’t afford to get their music on the radio, but an artist has the right to let his fan base hear what he’s done,” XL said. “Who is the label to dictate how to feed the fan base?
Ahhhhh. Drama, drama, drama. Easy Star. The labels don't GIVE out vaseline w/ contracts.
Labels prefer to use established mixtape D.J.’s like Drama, rather than produce promotional CDs themselves, Stewart said, because “the best D.J.’s have a better brand than the average label does.”
Not only this, but they also have a rep to maintain so the damn mixtapes are gonna reflect that.
Although the deals are informal and often secret, labels typically pay a prominent D.J. like Drama $10,000 to $15,000 to produce a mixtape for an artist. The label’s representatives, Stewart explained, adopt what amounts to a don’t ask, don’t tell policy about the D.J.’s plans to sell the work; what the D.J. does with his copy of the master, Stewart said, “is his own business.” For successful D.J.’s, mixtape sales can bring considerable revenue. Mixtapes sell for anywhere from $5 to $10 on the street or on a Web site like Mixunit, and overhead is low, since the CDs cost only about 50 cents to manufacture and D.J.’s rarely pay royalties or licensing fees.
Ahhh. Here is the Rub. The labels are a business w/ shareholders and like the governement, they want they cut.
Pimp C, a Texas rapper who is half of the popular underground hip-hop duo UGK, has repeatedly refused to participate in a UGK mixtape despite requests by his record label and, he said, from countless mixtape D.J.’s. Pimp C told me that because there is no paper trail, mixtape D.J.’s are able to invent sales figures, and they routinely claim that, after their overhead, they just break even. But based on his experience producing two of his own mixtapes, Pimp C suspects D.J.’s make plenty; they just don’t want to give artist a cut.
Pimp C kinda gully for coming w/ it in media like this. So DJ's got the labels AND the Artist in that @ss. Muy interesante.
Drama’s arrest shook up mixtape D.J.’s and promoters across the country. But even in the days immediately following the raid, D.J.’s continued to release tapes — some with hastily added tracks on which rappers cursed the R.I.A.A. — and major labels continued to e-mail them new tracks.
Capitalism is such a delicious shark.


Dramagate Scores are in.

Drama 1. Labels 1. Artists. 0.

Watch Beyond Beats and Rhymes Tonight on PBS.



Thursday, February 15, 2007

Currrrrtissss: 50 Starts '07 Off w/ a Bang.


Do you think Jay would have answered the phone if Cam called HIM while he was Hot 97?

The top ten funniest things about this video:

1. Setting the tone w/ the GQ photograph.

2. Cam Ghost ridin' tha whip.

3. Dude @ at the end of the video saying:

If you don't f*ck with the street and you a legit
muthafucka you got a pass, If you fuck with the street, you a @sshole. Cuurrrrtis.
4. A simulated 50 wearning a gorrila mask and NYPD hoodie. Scandless!

4. Cam poppin' out the casket.

5. Cam rapping and fryin' up bacon in the bodega kitchen. Priceless.

I can't say that he is lacking in charisma. HE NEEDS HIS OWN MTV SHOW.

My only question is, which of these two cats has projects coming out in the 1st or 2nd quarter?


Watchu think?


Wednesday, February 14, 2007

17 Billion Spent on Valentines Day.


Whenever I see Black women on magazines I am reminded of the fact that when Black women are on the cover of magazines, the mag's sell 30-40% less than when a white women is on the cover.

According to the magazine editors, black faces do sell - at least, if the personality is well-liked. If she isn't, it won't, it's as simple as that, and it has nothing to do with colour.

"There are a limited number of (black) subjects that we can use," says Sam Baker, editor of Cosmopolitan.

"There is one I won't name because she is quite litigious, but is really not very popular with readers, and you want to feature subjects that people actually like. Cosmo has featured Beyonce and Mel B, so I know that placing black women works."

What dismayed me was that so few editors even thought about their cover choices in terms of race or colour. If you grow up and mix with people who look like you, and if you haven't met anyone who doesn't, then you wouldn't think about fashion advice or make-up tips going beyond your clique.

Here's to the Yonce for closing the gap. She is on the COVER of this years Sports Illustrated SWIMSUIT ISSUE. That girl gives me HIP ENVY.

I ain't make this sh*t up. This was out of the mouth of a Parsons Media Design
student. Deep hunh.


Kiplingers says 17B is spent on Valentines. The National Retail Foundation says 13.2B.
Either way you slice it its, HELLLA PAPER N*GGA. This is my first single V-tines day, in how many years? I think I need two hands to count. Don't cry for me Argentina. Actually I feel less pressed.

Its cool to not be worried about what im gonna or not gonna get.

It helps when you have jump off representing lovely and don't mind puttin in nat twerk. Heeey.

Last year, BL and I HAD HELLA FUNK. He was on some, "I don't feel society telling me what and when I should spend". That was cool. But then I was like, "Didn't you spend HELLA PAPER for XMAS 7 weeks ago?".

Xmas is different apparently.

Looking back on this time last year reminds me that the dope thing about being neurotic is that your life is allways different than it was last year.

A fellow scandless a*s blogger had a jawn use her major department store discount
to buy the next jawn a v-tines present.

He Buggin!

Which leads me to the question of, what are your v-tines best/worst gift stories? Or rant about how you hate the sh*t in general.


Did I mention that its snowin' hella hard, and I need to go to the library? I feel like if I walk outside, Im not gonna be in Kansas anymore.


Monday, February 12, 2007

The Female Brain 101: Pick up a Pen, Cop a Squat and Take Notes.


Dr. Louann Briendine breaks down the women, men, communications and hormones in her book The Female Brain.

Her general thesis is that because of evolution women are hard wired, and largely regulated by hormones, to pay attention to non verbal cues, emotional expressions and body language, because THEY are historically primarily responsible for and ensuring the survival of infant babies, who incidently CAN'T talk.

Peep these fact nuggets.

  • In the brain centers for language and hearing, for example, women have 11 percent more neurons than men. The principal hub of both emotion and memory formation- the hippocampus- is also larger in the female brain, as is the brain circuitry for language and observing emotions in others. This means that women are , on average, better at expressing emotions and remembering the details of emtotional events.
  • Men by contrast have two and half times the brain space devoted to sexual drive as well as larger brain centers for action and aggression.
  • At the 8th week of fetal development, the fetus experiences a "a huge testosterone surge" which will turn the "unisex brain male by killing off some of the cells in the communication centers and growing more cells n the sex and agression cetners. If the testosterones surge doesn't happen, the femal brain continutes to grow unperterbed.
  • The emotional gatekeeper is the amygdala, an almond shaped structure located deep within the brain. Part of the reason why a womans memory is better for emotional details is that her amydala is more easily activated by emotional nuance. The stronger the amygdala response to a stressfull situation such as an accident or a threat, a romantic dinner, the more detials the hippocampus will take memory storage about the experience.
  • Because of ancient wiring, men are used to avoiding contact with others when they themselves are going through an emotionaly rough time. They process their troubles alone and think women would want to do the same. Periscope down: submarine dives twenty fathoms to solve it alone.

M.P. Wil.e., Neo and J.

I know all-a-'yall gonna have something to say about this post.

Bring it.


Monday, February 05, 2007

America Likes Nice Black Men.


I was on the train from Harlem last night after the superbowl and I heard this white boy going on and on about how Dungy was such a "nice" guy and it was great that he won the superbowl.

And I began to think.

America Likes Nice Black men.

So here is my list. Nice Black men. AND Not Nice Black men. It would make a great video game if we gave them guns and so they could kill each other, right.

Nice Black Men.
Muhammad Ali (New School)


Lovie Smith

Tony Dungy.

Bill Cosby

Forest "I thought he was British" Whitaker

Michael Jordan

Eddie Murphy.

Colin Powell.

Will Smith.

Chris Rock.

Not Nice Black Men

Muhammad Ali (Old School)

Spike Lee



Mike Tyson


James Brown

Al Sharpton

Deon Sanders

Randy Moss

Huey Newton



I know I missed some people. Feel free to add on to the list.


Don't Name Your Baby Qua'Shaya.


So the ZestyLeo has decided to name her daughter "Brooklyn", if its a girl. Upon hearing that. I said, you better not do that to that child, she will need to be able to get a job in the future.

Bear in mind that the baby is not gonna be Black but Mexican & Jewish. The fact still
remains. Babies need to get jobs as adults, and discrimination is trill!

In a timely and ironic twist The invite/ card for the Joe Ovelman show that I went to on Saturday listed hella negro names crossed out a la Basquiat, nice touch.


Joe took polariods of brown people and also had them take of him.

He then had them write their names underneath his face.

He tied it together with James Baldwins quote, "as long as you are white,
I will be black." (Hot right!?!?!).

And then the chickens came home to roost.

The second part of the exhibit was a interactive piece where I listened to rap songs with "n*gga" in the title.

Here is the irony. Wil.e stays on me about calling him a n*gga. If you know me you know that I use that sh*t. Its a birth right.

However, some n*ggas be trippin', so we constantly go back and forth over that jawn.

Its deep that a white boy put the list together.

In listening to the songs in the art gallery, I felt ashamed and delighted.

Ashamed because someone so personal was on display in a gallery.

Delighted that Joe, decided to call attention to it the way that he did WITHOUT preaching.

Truth be told. Some of the songs straight knock too.

The most surprising thing about the show were these miniture figurines of lynched people.

They actually would make cute earrings. However I don't think that is what Joe had in mind.

The figurines are subversive in that they are the smallest, and disposable of the show.

Yet they represent something so heinous and central to American history- the violence of lynching human beings.


My Bears loss.

Go Dungy.


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