Archive for the ‘Social Upheaval’ Category

Who Is Gonna Take The Weight?!?

Monday, December 11th, 2006

eff the po

The rapper PAPOOSE deserves some kind of award for being the ONLY street poet to record a verse or more about the SEAN BELL murder. Oh yeah, my bad, GRAF has a track floating around the internets too. Hip-Hop is dead when here in the artistic birthplace of rap no one with a record deal wants to say shit about this man’s murder. Niggas will jump on a Jim Jones remix with the quickness to talk about their money stacks, but as far as recognizing the ‘hood and the people that eke out a living on the remnants of these crack strewn streets there isn’t even a peep. Not even a mixtape track from the Street’s Disciple who claims Queens all the time. Nothing from your boy FISTY either, who incidentally comes from the same neighborhood as SEAN BELL. These fools are the first to talk shit about picking up a gun against someone who looks at them sideways or steps on their sneakers, but the last to admit that their attitude influences a generation of youth. There are too many men in Hip-Hop raised by women alone. Bitchmade.

In the wake of the SEAN BELL murder I give you readers a lot of credit for keeping this issue front and center in your hearts. In only a few short years we were given the direct information on how the devil brought the pain of crack cocaine into our lives by trading guns and death all the way from Central America. We learned how the prison industrial complex is a private, for-profit entity that needs more bodies to help the shareholders increase their inhuman stock earnings. America eats its young, and soon little Black boys won’t be enough.

Do you realize the the Bloods and Crips organizations are supported by the government much the same way that the NAACP and Urban League are. Think about this… The Black Panther Party was into home schooling kids and free lunch programs before they were dismantled by the Federal government. Here it is three decades in and the Bloods and Crips are even bigger than they ever were. And still no free lunches for the people.

Who is gonna take the weight?

eff the po

JIG WORDS

Sunday, December 10th, 2006

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Byron Crawford Stand Up! (nullus)

Thanks to COMBAT JACK’s ethering of Village Voice music critic TOM BREIHAN we actually have a few new visitor’s to the site. While I have their attention I thought I’d bring some of you up to speed on what it is we do here at DALLASPENN Dot Com.

WE ARE NOT A HIP-HOP BLOG!
Hip-Hop was killed approximately 25 years ago with the commercial release of the song ‘Rapper’s Delight’. The members of the SugarHill Gang had not met each other prior to being corralled into the recording studio and most of the rhymes were stolen from the notebooks of Grandmaster Casanova. The carcass of Hip-Hop has remained on life support systems like the body of TERRY SCHAIVO while people have fought over the soul. East versus West, North versus South, everybody versus Jay-Z. Hip-Hop is dead. Long live Hip-Hop.

JIG WORDS is one of the websites’ public service features where we help people from all different backgrounds learn a common language. Through communication we may all learn to appreciate one another for our different ethnicities, religions and nationalities. You’ll notice that I didn’t say race, because race is a make believe construct that is impossible to quantify. If it is skin color that determines race you might be surprised to know that even Pakistani nationals are considered ‘white’ by no other rating system than the Federal Bureau of Investigation. If a brownskinned towelhead terrorist is considered white then what exactly does ‘white’ mean? It means nothing.

JIG WORDS, however, does mean something. JIG WORDS will shine the light on some of your favorite words and terms and help you better understand their meaning so that just in case you are a standup comic and some fans heckle you from the audience you will be armed with a knowledgable retort that requires no apology.

cracker

CRACKER
For a long time most people were under the impression that ‘cracker’ was the term of derision given to the so-called white man by Blacks. When in fact the ‘cracker’ is anyone that abuses their power of authority. The painting above was done in the 1600’s and it described the whipping of a mulatto slave by a couple of the plantations ‘crackers’. Mulatto slaves were some of the most unfortunate people on the plantation and were known to have their azzes kicked by everyone since their skin color reminded their plantation owning parent that he had fucked a slave and they also reminded the chattel of how horny the plantation owners were.

The ‘cracker’ would snap their whip at workers who were being unproductive or appeared lazy. This was a form of intimidation and an assertion of power that they were in fact the liaisons of the plantation owner. As more immigrants came to America from Ireland, Scotland and eastern Europe, plantation owners were able to replace their slave overseers with these new immigrants.

The ‘cracker’ today uses other tools to maintain control through intimidation. Whether it’s 50 shots fired from the automatic weapon of police officers or the prevalent campaign against ‘snitching’ the outcome is always to keep oppression and supremacy in place.

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NEGGAR
What word is as misunderstood and misused as this one? Americans continue to debate and discuss this term and how and who has license to use it. The truth is that this word describes someone’s job in an agrarian based culture. The plowman, the fieldhand, he is the neggar. In farming there isn’t a more difficult and demanding job. If your farm is too small to have a beast of burden then that job falls to the shoulders and back of the neggar. When this country was first being settled by the Dutch, Germans and English they brought their own neggars. Their indentured servants were the people that assisted in breaking down the soil and establishing crops.

Being a plowman in America wasn’t considered a bad occupation until America emerged from the Civil War and embraced Industrialization. After that point it was considered lower than working class to still be relegated to sharecropping or farming. At that point Americans chose to remind the Blacks that lived here with legislation and outright terrorism that their destiny would never escape that of being a piece of chattle conscripted to working on the farm. Through house burnings, lynchings and overt verbal terrorism the word ‘nigger’ came to be assigned to Blacks.

The truth is that the neggar was a name that white gave to other white. And it wasn’t a term of disrespect either. The early European settlers of America were smart enough to have respect for the people that handled their food supply. Who knows what kind of E-Coli you might acquire when you no longer respect the people that feed your azz.

KKKramer

Black Women: Still Not White Enough…

Friday, December 8th, 2006

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Seeing all the previews for the new ‘Dreamgirls’ picture I now realize what has been holding Black men and women back from having meaningful longterm relationships with one another for all of these years. Black women are still not white enough. The whole theme of the ‘Dreamgirls’ movie is about how black women can increase their desirability by wearing a lot of wigs and lightening their skin.

Black women have made advances in securing whiteness, but they still fall short on so many different areas. Yes, they are going to the Dominicans in droves to get the ‘Black’ out of their hair. That’s a plus. Yes, they are using bleaches and fade creams to remove the ugly mocha cappucino chocolate tones from their skin. They are also attending colleges and universities in an effort to remove the Mz.Peachez from their vernacular. Well, at least most of them are. Some are just as happy remaining young, Black and fabulous.

These are all positive traits for Black women as they walk the road to a better living through whiteness, but there are still some influential Black women who would have the next generation return to the dark ages (score one for the pun). Women like TIFFANY ‘New York’ PATTERSON from the hit television program ‘Flavor Of Love’ is too adamant in embracing partial whiteness.

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It’s not enough to wear blonde wigs that are made from the hair of Chechen orphans. TIFFANY must fully embrace whiteness and have her skin bleached. African women do this ALL the time. It’s not that big of a deal. FLAV won’t admit it, but I will. New York lost both times because the other girls had lighter skin then her. Every Black man knows that’s just better. No big newsflash there.

Black women also need to kick KIMORA LEE SIMMONS out of their racial group. Let her play for the Cambodians, or the Vietnamese, or whoever. Her tacky clothing and boorish behavior is going to continue to ruin your chances at attaining the full whiteness you deserve. While your at it implore NAOMI CAMPBELL and her sister, the bald headed ski jumping African ALEK WEK to use some fade cream. When those two wear sunglasses and close their mouths they become invisible at night.

Be like OPRAH and change your wigs as often as possible, stay away from the overly curly styles as well and continue to work your way into whiteness. Maybe then some of us Black men might consider marrying you broads.

Black Elegance Magazine = More Black Bullshit

Tuesday, December 5th, 2006

bullshiite

Black Elegance magazine is like the bastard stepchild of Essence. The stepchild that was sired from a woman with shriveled ovaries. As such, B.E. doesn’t secure A-list celebrities when they are A-list. The trajectory is either early or well after. They usually sell the most when Essence has already sold out. They don’t make the kind of money that Essence makes from ad revenue because they don’t have that machinery behind them as yet. What they do have is a staff of people that are willing to give of their time and their skillsets doing the things they love – writing articles, styling artists and taking photographs. Folks understand that this time is being traded up for the credit and connections that come from building a brand.

Anyhoo, most magazines, even the crappy ones host a launch party where their staff gets a moment to exhale and preview their collective work before the magazine is released to the public. It’s a chance to hobnob and network with other industry people as well. Why do you think that the Editor in Chief at B.E. didn’t invite staffers to the launch event after having them work on the magazine for free. Prah’lee because she had no intentions of honoring the sisterhood agreement she made with them. The people at Black Elegance are just as empty and vapid as the staff at Essence. I had a meeting at the Essence corporate offices with two V.P.’s and four editors and they all agreed that Black Women did not know OR CARE about what the ‘Black Code’ meant. Forget how these magazines treat their staffers for a moment and recognize that their view of their readership is even more disgusting.

With HIV/AIDS still a scourge in America and to African American women more than ever Essence wants to give you a detailed essay on the swinger sex clubs in your neighborhood. Essence and Black Elegance have long ago left the stance of progressive empowerment for women of color. You are only a customer now and they intend to keep you shopping. Essence won’t stop until you are emotionally and financially bankrupt. Their articles claim to tell you what men think, or why he cheats, or why you should. Nothing describes the preservation of the family unit so I should assume that it doesn’t exist in Black families. It does and Essence and Black Elegance have an investment in the opposite. That is why I am asking you not to vote for them this holiday season.

We vote every single day, not just on the first Tuesday in November. We vote every time we go to the grocery store and buy a loaf of bread or a tube of toothpaste. Our dollars co-sign our trust in brands and products that we think will help our quality of life. Please don’t vote for either Essence or Black Elegance since these brands have betrayed the public trust.

‘BLOOD DIAMOND’ WAS BLOODY GOOD…

Tuesday, December 5th, 2006

blood in, blood out

Sometimes I’m a cynic and other times I’m an outright killjoy, but not this time. Hollywood’s latest propaganda vehicle titled ‘Blood Diamond’ is part ‘Raiders Of The Lost Ark’ and part ‘Gone With The Wind’ all set up using the diamond trade provoked civil war inside Sierra Leone as the backdrop. The movie invokes so many of Hollywood’s tried and true clichés that I can’t imagine how this movie won’t garner several Oscar nominations. Peep game…

  • The Bagger Vance theme is when some Black guy helps a white find their humanity by the end of the movie
  • “Africans are killing each other already” theme is a popular premise on several different levels
  • Inversely is the ‘noble savage’ who looks just like the other Blacks, but is somehow… different
  • The Tough As Nails white guy a la Ta’arzan who knows Africa better than the Africans
  • The Liberal Do Gooder Journalist out to save the world and change the cold heart of a bloodthirsty mercenary
  • Gone With The Wind theme which has white falling in love while civil war rages around them
  • The Multi-National Corporate Elitist Rich Fucks who profiteer directly from violent conflict, but seem laffable and charming in their greed and corruption
  • Machine gun fire that never hits the protagonists but strafes everyone else around them
  • The moment when the main characters realize that white people aren’t all bad and Black people aren’t all bad, but still somehow white people are always the ones actively fighting for good
  • Helicopters
  • Explosions caused by helicopters
  • Requisite cRap music soundtrack performed by nasty Nas, mostly nasty, not so much Nas (and to think, they pushed back the release of his album for a track that sounded like it was written by a white emcee not named Marshall Mathers)
  • The U.S. is the moral authority to the world
  • So with all that said I still enjoyed this farcical fantasy of a thriller. LEONARDO DiCAPRIO plays the grizzled South African army veteran turned mercenary and that African guy that Hollywood uses for every single African guy role was brought in to play… The African guy. I enjoyed every scene where the rebel army kidnapped the Africans and chopped off their arms as well as when the government soldiers came to a village and killed people indiscriminately. I think those scenes really described the pathos of the African. And just like I’ve said many times, “It’s not the white man’s guns that are killing people in Africa, it’s the white man’s guns in African’s hands.”

    My favorite, favorite line in the movie came when the African guy and LEONARDO DiCAPRIO were bonding over a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and the African guy reminisced on something his grandfather had told him…

    “Things were so much better when the white man was in control.”

    Brother, you just said a mouthful. Hang that man by a rope and stick a fork in him, he’s done. I give ‘Blood Diamond’ three KKKramers. Bring the whole family and get a discount if you show your ‘Kymberli Process’ certificate.