
Indeed, many a time my attention would wane and drift during one of those lectures on yesteryear. Yet, somehow, some way when those tired musings addressed the journey from which I came, it mattered. Stories of freedom hard won, by ordinary people. Men, women, boys, and girls denied access to the liberty not merely promised them by the laws and statutes of men, but, afforded by God Himself. Stories of genius repressed (or stolen) and erased (or whitened) from the pages of history and civilizations they created. Stories of a people, who despite being the very genesis of humanity, were (and are) conditioned to hate themselves. All these things and so much more, ordained and justified via one word, Nigger.
This is not another pointless reprimand of Hip Hop. I refuse to join the myriad of voices, i.e. lazy journalists, opportunistic personalities, and dishonest intellectuals who have found it far too convenient to lay the ills of the day upon the back of a musical genre. The world is round and history merely rewinds. The rapper assesses correctly indeed, their craft is a reflection of the age. Take a musical journey into the past when the very names of musical genres we deem as sacred today, such as Jazz and Rock and Roll, were merely down home slangs for kinky sex. I assure you it doesn't end there. Even those holier than though classical melodies, be they art song or opera, were touched with a tinge of humanity. Such revelations do not excuse the Hip Hop artist, but, they most certainly reveal that the genre itself is not a lone assailant in reflecting or reveling in the abyss of our humanity.
However, in a perversely phenomenal way, Hip Hop distinguishes itself in this; the wickedly ingenious (and profitable) practice of propagating self hatred. No honest student of history, rather, no respecter of history, particularly their own, can with any hint of integrity, by any means validate the use of that vile and awful utterance, created for the sole purpose of one's humiliation. No reasoning whatsoever makes sense. I know, I've tried them. Like many African-Americans, I, too found a twisted and naive comfort in its usage. After all, it's about intentions, right? "It's like Soul Food. We took the scraps given to us by that cruel slave master and created cuisine." However, here in lies the dilemma in such logic; no matter how finely laid out, no matter how it may delight the palate, those scrumptious scraps, are still death on a plate; designed to disconnect you from your "Soul, Fool." One need only review the statistics of health that testify to the seemingly perpetual health crisis which overwhelmingly affects African American communities. So much like that tempting destruction at your dinner table, that word, no matter how you sanitize it, no matter the intent, was, is, and will always mean your dehumanization. As a former member of the notorious Bloods gang put it: "It's easier to rob a nigger, than it is to rob your brother."
"Death and life are in the power of the tongue..."* Hip Hop is reluctant to learn this timeless truth, despite all the death which has been made manifest from such careless utterances. No other people on planet earth do this to one another and if so, it is certainly not glamorized beyond their community. The celebration and justification of our wretchedness has become a world wide phenomenon, yet, ambassadors of modern day Hip Hop will have you believe its genre "has done more than any leader, politician, or anyone to improve race relations."+ Their reasoning: "It's hard to disparage a Black person when you and your kids are bopping to their music." What the "ambassadors" don't understand is that one needn't "disparage" us when you've done the work for them. One needn't take your cries of respect seriously when you've made it permissible to disrespect you. One needn't see your woman as anything honorable, when you yourself do not honor her.
I can imagine it's hard to recognize such truths amidst the mire of "Bling." Gone are the imposed chains which held us down during those dark and horrific nights of slavery. They've been replaced by a new and self imposed bondage, Bling. Shackles of materialism and self which disables one from possessing a hint of integrity as it relates to one's own work or people. The "shine" blinds you, while the concern for your "bottom line" hinders you. This is a "slavery" more vile and perverse than the first. At least during our captivity we had no choice. We were demeaned and humiliated against our own will. But, this new kind of self imposed slavery takes great cowardice. No one in their right mind should ever disavow the hard earned gains these artists have acquired for their work. As an artist myself, I am in awe of the business acumen of today's Hip Hop artist. I applaud any artist that manages to acquire and maintain a significant piece of the financial pie for which their labor is responsible for making. More power to them! May every artist be so fortunate. However, with such gains, comes great responsibility. We are in a brand new era. The days of the desperate Hip Hop artist who had to sell his soul to the highest bidder just to survive are long gone. In this day and age when artist are not merely artist, but, brands, surely we can do better. Surely we as an audience should demand better.
* Proverbs 18:21
+ Shawn "Jay Z" Carter Best Life Magazine (2009)
Copyright 2009 Johnathan L. Iverson Baptiste