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Killing My Computer…

Friday, September 4th, 2009

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Addicted to the web?

Hell’s chea!

I go offline this weekend to catch up with my personal life and reconnect with my personal wife. I haven’t seen Chocolate Snowflake for more than eight hours in the last four weeks. I’m addicted to many things and the web is one of them. Hopefully my cold turkey approach will help me return to you folks post-Labor day with some fantastic new content.

While I attempt to put the chi back in my Chea I would respectfully ask you to visit some of the websites I have linked underneath the drop. These folks are smart, funny and dedicated messengers empowered with the interconnected networks. They all have faith and believe in the word. The word came first. Always. See y’all on the other side. Peace.

Who Walk In Brooklyn

Proper Talks

Reading & Writing Is For Dumb People

Payment’s Due

Scritch & Scratch

Who Walk In Brooklyn…

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

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Editor’s note: The pic above was sent to us from the intrepid BK journalist Willis Still Sunsweet, from WhoWalkInBrooklyn, who attended the DJ Premier x DJ Scratch performance hosted by CityParks in Red Hook. Willis was with us at the BlackMoon Boot Camp show in Crown Heights as well. The scene in Red Hook looks a lot different from the outset. Folding chairs at a Hip-Hop show? Brooklyn, no actually Red Hook, stand the fuck up! I’ma let Willis Still Sunsweet tell it…

Peep Evil Dee at left getting his photo taken with mad Asian crate diggers… The scene was okay, mix of ‘hood, Asians, white beat kids and curiosity seekers but you know how these things are– not the most compelling musical experience.

Danny Castro brought up some cat from Detroit, Niles Davis (?!) before who did a L-O-N-G “Phantom of the Opera” rap over symphonic bluster. It was ok but hard to get hold of tho’ he did take off his fisherman hat a lot.

Danny Castro had his history mixed up a bit, saying we’d all get shot 10 years ago, which ain’t true at all. 20 years ago Red Hook was a rough place but mostly on ladies of the night who didn’t make enough paper for their pimps…

Best part of night is stopping at Fairway for crab meats…

Fairway fun fact: that used to be a police impound yard in mid-late ’90s. Do you remember when ODB was all in the news here with his alleged shoot-outs, traffic accidents, etc? That was also last visible gasp of mafia killings– an “associate” thrown out bleeding from car by Grand Army Plaza, BODY FOUND IN TRUNK of car at impound yard, etc.

Brooklyn, MAKE SOME NOISE!

BBQ Reflections…

Friday, July 24th, 2009

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I’m just now starting to remember what the hell was happening at the Bring Your Own Blogger BBQ. Lack of sleep, copious amounts of alcohol and, erm, yeah have contributed to my recollection inability.

From looking at the pictures though it seems that folks enjoyed themselves. And more importantly, it looks like I enjoyed my own damn self [ll]. Wouldn’t it have been ridiculous to spend all my money and not have had a good time?

Good times, good times…

Shouts to the Flawless Hustle homie GABEROCKKA (who shall heretoafter be referred to as GABE SB) and his boy Forest Beats for holding the lens and a modicum of sobriety.

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The crew, RAFI KAM. DP, GABE SB and Forest

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That’s me surrounded by pretty little smellgoodes. Can you say ‘Win nah’?

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General Steele! BCC is in the hizzzouse!

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Superstar GABE SB

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Che Grand x GABE SB x GABE’s lady KATE (rawwwwrrr!)

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Someone here has clearly had too much Arnold Palmer on HGH.

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I think I might have been singing ‘Lean On Me’. [ll].

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No one was fuxing with my R.L. cabana boy shirt.

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Forest, GABE SB, Dre and his shorty.

In the future, if I tell you that I am planning an event, big or small, make sure you are up in that piece. So at least you can remind me what the fux happened.

The Thing About Skins…

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

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Editor’s note: Switching gears but staying on track is what we do here @ DP.com all day every day. The following drop comes from a fellow reader, a friend and a baseball roto-league afficionado. When GYASI ROSS isn’t kicking my A in fantasy league baseball he’s busy trying to rebuild a nation. Take a moment to read his thoughts on the state of Native Americans…

We’ll all gladly admit that Native people have come a long way in a very short period of time. At the beginning of the 20th century things were an absolute disaster. The Skin population within the United States was only about a quarter of a million people, our families were messes largely because of forced adoptions and boarding schools, and our lands were being auctioned and pawned off en masse via allotment. Bad stuff.

Yet, in the span of barely 100 years, a few tribes went from dirt poor to obscenely rich, and many more transitioned from dirt poorer to stable. Tribes have also largely addressed the most basic issues – food, shelter, clothing – and are now able to focus on loftier goals – politics and education, for example. Still, all that glitters is not gold.

This is Part 5 of “The Thing About Skins,” but oddly enough, it is the introduction to the series. Supposedly this series contains a few thoughts on what has occurred as a result of Skins’ recent success in the world. While this may not be, as Paul Harvey so profoundly posited, “the rest of the story,” it is, at least, more of the story. Questions and observances if you will. I am not a scholar, a politician or a preacher – I don’t know all the answers. But I am a curious person, as I think most of us are. So I’ll ask some questions about assumptions that I (and hopefully a few other people) hold.

We’ll start with the assumption that Skins’ prolific mating habits are a good thing. I mean, it has to be a good thing that there are a lot more Skins in the United States than there were 100 years ago, right?

Well, let’s see.

According to the 2000 census there are more than 4.1 million self-identified Skins, “alone or in combination” with another race. That’s probably a bit high. Now, we can probably split that number in half for the “grandmother was” stories (many of these say that they’re Cherokee or Blackfoot. Why us?). After that, we can probably subtract another 100,000 or so “East Indians” who mistakenly identified as “American Indians/Alaska Natives.” Finally, we have to add a few people. There are some folks who always thought that they were white – they were adopted into white families and their parents never told them that there really was, in fact, a reason they felt so satisfied when they ate fruit cocktail or meatball stew.

So we’re probably really dealing with about two, maybe two-and-a-half million Skins.

Despite the inflated numbers, there’s still a lot more of us than any time before the Civil War. And the number’s ever-growing – and when I say “ever,” boy do I mean “ever!” Now, much like Whitney Houston and my beautiful mom, I believe that children are our future.

Yet, Skins are a dynamic people – not at all relegated to the past’s strictures or conventions. One consequence of being a dynamic people and loving procreation, however, is that Skins have mimicked and perfected the United States’ love affair with single-parent families (just as a shorthand, 63 percent of Native children are born to unmarried mothers, compared to 25 percent for white women. Only black women, ethnically, have a higher percentage of unmarried mothers, according to the Child Trends Data Bank, “Percentage of Births to Unmarried Mothers.”). Consequently, many of these beautiful Native children, who are of course the future, are raised in homes that simply cannot provide an ideal amount of support for them.

Now, I’m not saying that Skins historically were the most monogamous people – some tribes were, and some tribes were not. That’s not the point. Also, obviously Euro and Christian values play a large part in what we consider “conventional.” My suspicion, however, is that there was a time, married, monogamous, or not, where the success, well-being and love of the child was worked-toward and invested-in. It didn’t matter if the parents were married, monogamous, or not. And my suspicion goes further, based upon conversations with folks who know a lot more history than I do, that there were actual consequences for deadbeat daddy-ism (or deadbeat mommy-ism, but I imagine that this was a rarer phenomenon).

To wit, I – like most of my close male friends – grew up with a single mother. Our wonderful mothers, almost unilaterally, absolutely loved us. We were their little princes and they essentially raised us to be their husbands – to make up for the absence of a man in the home. My uncles provided the discipline (belts, willows and all that). In theory, this sounds beautiful – you’ve heard it before, “I grew up close with my family because of abandonment, poverty and dysfunction.” Sounds sweet, right?

Still, the practical truth was that it sucked not having a dad around for many reasons, and I have to think that it’s not ideal for other kids as well. Now I’m not saying everybody should run out and get married (God forbid – I’m certainly not!). But it does seem like the idea of making Skin kids just for the sake of making more Skin kids may be just setting them up for a difficult life.

A fair question, then, would seem to be, “Is the Skin population boom really an altogether good thing?” It sounds cool to say, “Yes, the more Skin kids, the better” – but is that really the case?

I’m just not sure that we have the same investment in our children that we once did – especially we Skin men. Yeah, we’re bridging some population gaps and we can certainly be thankful for our peoples’ resurgence – it shows that we’re physically healthy. Yet, I’m not positive that the way to true equality and access to opportunity for Skins is by bombarding the world with gobs of kids, without true supervision, mentorship and parenting.

What do you Skins think?

GYASI ROSS is a member of the Blackfeet Nation and his family also comes from the Suquamish Tribe. He is a lawyer, a warrior, a teacher, an entrepreneur and an author. He is co-founder of Native Speaks LLC, a progressive company owned by young Native professionals which provides consultation and instruction for professionals and companies, as well as young adults. Gyasi is currently booking dates for his presentation, “The Best: An Indian Theory of Existence.” E-mail him at gyasi.ross@gmail.com.

Prime-Time Minstrel Programming…

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

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Editor’s note: The following drop was submitted to DP.com from a fellow reader and Internets Celebrity RobAck. Even though the Black Entertainment Television awards program aired several weeks ago (a literal eternity on the internets timeline) I thought that the ideas he presented were valid and worth reading, ESPECIALLY though since RobAck is secretly the target audience for this channel. He is 18yrs old and on his way to engineering college. Oh and yeah, he’s a white. I’ma let RobAck tell it…

Within 30 minutes of watching the bastardization of hip-hop and hip-hop culture perpetrated by BET, I felt the need to hate, er, I mean “blog”. I guess I should write some sort of disclaimer before griping about BET, letting you all know that I am indeed white, so take this whole post with a grain of salt if you must.

So today was the 2009 BET Awards. It was impossible to involve yourself in any major media outlet today without being exposed to some sort of coverage of the awards. But, what wasn’t covered is that fact that the year 2009 marks the 10 year anniversary of Robert L. Johnson selling BET to Viacom. Black Entertainment Television is currently owned by a white man. Tragedy? Maybe. Irony? Yes.

Regardless of my fascination with music, I never really connected with any music channel – VH1, MTV, BET, Fuse, etc. A little MTV Jams here or there to stay ‘Hood Fab’, but other than that, I disconnect myself from mainstream music as much as humanly possible. In my youth, I never had cable, but there was some BET Satan child that my step brother and I could get after school if we positioned the bunny ears correctly and wrapped them with the perfect amount of tin foil. I don’t remember much of what I saw, but I remember feeling guilty about seeing it. Old school kinda shit before internet porn when you had to sneak a freak to Taxicab Confessions and make sure your remote’s “last” button would quickly redirect to Doug or some shit. Not until recently have I had any real connection to the channel whatsoever. I have cable now and I’ve studied the channel closely on the rare occasions I’d watch it. I realized soon why I felt guilty during those after-school rap out sessions with my bro. I didn’t feel guilty because of the music, the images or the lyrics, but rather because those things were attached to a people as a whole. Black people.

I know BET has made some weak-willed attempts to become more P.C. with Sunday morning Christian shows and whatnot, but still, the majority of BET airtime is filled with rap videos. Rap videos that show partial nudity, misogamy, materialism, violence, and encouragement of all those ills. Before you claim I’m giving the old person spiel that rap will turn your sweet little Jimmy and Jill into hustlers and prostitutes, see where I’m coming from.

All those negative things I mentioned are indeed a part of hip-hop culture, for better or for worse, but that’s a whole ‘nother issue. The issue here is that those things aren’t being associated with hip-hop culture, they’re being associated with black culture.
^ Editor’s note: Would the congregation kindly say chuuuch. Amen.

In the beginning, BET aired Soul, Funk, Jazz and Gospel music. In fact, it wasn’t until 9 years after BET’s launch that Rap City first reared it’s ugly head. Well what happened? Hip-hop had been a driving force in American culture long before 1989. Business happened. MTV was crushing BET in ratings, and they needed a new vision. Since then, the image of Black people, on television at least, has been almost irrevocably associated with rap music.

Watching the awards last night, I couldn’t help but try and imagine I had never met a black person in my life. I tried to associate everything I saw or heard with black people as a whole. That may be excessive, but that’s the kind of responsibility BET holds. That channel is FUBU. For black people, by black people (even though we know the latter is far from true”. When you create a television channel with a whole race of people in the title, you better be up for the job of making sure the image of those people isn’t negative. BET failed.

Really, really bad.

Imagine the outrage if MTV became WET (pause). White Entertainment Television. All white people would be seen as snotty cornhuskers from The Hills or sadistic pretty boy assclowns who prank people too much. I mean, shit. People would be pissed. Well, white people would be pissed. I make this hypothesis because, in recent years, BET has virtually mirrored MTV’s line-up. 106 and Park to their TRL, and a slew of reality shows like College Hill or Harlem Heights.

The truth is, nobody can uphold the type of responsibility that comes with a completely black television network, or a completely white one for that matter. Even though the days of slave ships and cotton fields are gone but Phillippe P. Dauman and Viacom are still looking for ways to drag black people by their “Big Ass Chains”.