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DP.COM CRISPUS ATTUCKS’ WEEK CONTINUES…

Wednesday, March 4th, 2009

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Regrettfully…

The sad PU~ that is now known as CRISPUS ATTUCKS’ week has claimed more lives.

Not For Long players COREY SMITH and MARQUIS COOPER are missing off the Florida coast after a “boating” trip with friends went awry.

The lone survivor, NICK SCHUYLER, was the owner of the capsized boat.

After my ancestors arrived here during their mandatory cruise I have been leery of boats large and small. What is the point of going somewhere by boat? This is what highways are for. And airports. I don’t even like to take the ferry trip to Staten Island. Black people should stay out of the water in general. Nothing but well chlorinated pools for me.

White loves the water. Surfing, diving, fishing, and just all around boating are activities that beckon white. I don’t care for none of that shit. Okay, true story is that I love snorkeling, but even then I am on the lookout for sharks. And when I go snorkeling I make sure there are enough Blacks in my group that I can get out of the way in case Jaws comes through.

Black people, stay the fuck out of the water and decrease the chances of you getting your ass CRISPUS ATTUCKS’d.

That shit would be some str8 PU~.

DP.COM CRISPUS ATTUCKS WEEK…

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

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Combat Jack, Marvelous Mo and myself have been spending a lot of time together as of late. Part of the reason was that we were courting the notion of forming an internets collective that did more than just maintained weblogs of our exploits and aspirations. While spending time together this weekend Combat Jack reminded us of the cautionary tale of CRISPUS ATTUCKS.

Many of you may not know this but CRISPUS ATTUCKS was the first person killed in the Revolutionary War. ATTUCKS was also a Black man. That he is generally the only name most people remember when queried about the so-called ‘Boston Massacre‘ says that ATTUCKS was surely a pioneer, but a pioneer of what you might ask? CRISPUS ATTUCKS has pioneered a long line of Africans in America who have gotten their shit fucked the fuck up because they were fucking around with the white.

If ATTUCKS has just minded his damn business he might still be alive. Not today, because that would be crazy, but back then instead of getting his wig peeled back via musket which had to be some bullshit compared to the arms we are now shipping overseas to Israel and the like that simply just decapitate babies. There are surfers, scuba divers, skateboarders, astronauts, and captains of industry who all have CRISPUS ATTUCKS to thank for inspiring them to jump out the window with the white.

With the two hundred and thirty-ninth anniversary of CRISPUS ATTUCKS demise approaching this Thursday I thought I should highlight one of his successors, the first African America surfer, NICOLAS RONALDO GABALDON.

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NICK RONALDO GABALDON(1927-1951) started his famous surfing career on a piece of rescued flatwood at the Inkwell beach that was south of Santa Monica’s fabled Malibu beachfront.

In those days the beaches of Southern California were segregated just like the lunch counters in Selma, Alabama. This didn’t stop the young Blacks from coming to the water however and even imitating the activities of the white they witnessed on the northern stretches of the coast.

NICK was a tall, slim handsome man who was highly athletic and was even reported to have known how to swim, but this is disputed by many historians who agree that no African American has proven they have the ability to swim since they don’t pwn that category in the Summer Olympics.

NICK befriended some of the great surfers of that period like BOBBY HOGAN and MICKEY MUNOZ. Even the legendary Malibu Beach lifeguard PRESTON ‘PETE’ PETERSON considered GABALDON a friend. After a stint in the Navy GABALDON returned to the beaches of SoCal, and returned to the surfing lifestyle that he so loved.

Sadly, it would be the forbidden dance of the white atop seasoned balsa wood that would do NICK in.

A major swell in early June with waves over a story high was pounding the the Malibu coast. Surfers from up and down Californ-I-A came to hang ten and break waves. NICK was said to have taken out a brand new handshaped shortboard for the occasion. He found a monster wave too and deftly hugged the crest as if he were a white.

Alas, for all of his good hair and Polynesian good looks NICOLAS GABALDON was not a white. He disappeared in the swell, his shortboard shattered against the Malibu piers, his body was not to be recovered for several days.

In 2008, the Santa Monica city council unveiled a commemorative plaque at Inkwell beach in honor of NICK and his achievements as the first African American surfer.

If there are any lessons to be learned from this drop it should be 1) Black history is American history and that shit happens all the fucking time, and 2) Black people, stop trying to do shit white does. It will get your shit fucked the fuck up.

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Epic Fail = Piyush = PU~

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

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The internets is as unmerciful as politricks are when it comes time to throw the losers under the bus. When the G.O.P. jumped out with PIYUSH JINDAL as their 2012 Bizarro universe Barack they thought that just by putting someone on the frontlines that was from the ‘other’ was enough to describe their commitment to change.

Sadly for them they did as good a job vetting this Hindude as they did with Caribou Barbie SARAH PALIN. With his first, and possibly last shot at the big stage JINDAL flamed out like a bottle rocket with no stick to stabilize it. We used to call those joints “niggerchasers”. The Republican party at the moment is ready to pop off like a room full of bottle rockets with no stems attached and they are definitely chasing a nigger.

PIYUSH JINDAL’s cataclysmic burnout has garnered him a bit of internets celebritydom. The homey Combat Jack has decided to call an instance of epic failure a Piyush (pronounced pee-yoosh). In keeping time with other various internets memes the word Piyush will be contracted down to PU~ for usage on this site. I love the idea and I love just saying the word PU~. Doesn’t that just sound like something being released from someone’s sphincter at the most inopportune moment?

Here’s another great moment in PU~…

1st Saturday… And That Is All

Monday, February 9th, 2009

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Featuring Combat Jack, The crew from Coup d’Etat, 40 Diesel, Kev Clark, DJ Spinna and Rich Medina.

If I tell you to go somewhere don’t even ask me what time. Just do it. Camp out and wait for me to show up.

You won’t be disappointed.

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DP versus COMBAT JACK: Public Enemy

Monday, February 2nd, 2009

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Let’s Get Ready To RUMMMMMMBLE!!!

It was back during the end of the summer last year that I visited upon Combat Jack and his family in the heart of the new post-riot, post-racial Crown Heights. It was a lovely Sunday afternoon and what could have been a perfect late summer cool out became a fierce yet friendly argument over substance and style.

Our opinions meshed and differed over Hip-Hop and the reasons for its decline and devaluation. At the same time we agreed that Hip-Hop was also alive and well in regions and places that we might have never expected. The arguments centered around old and new rap acts and the classics that are surely Hip-Hop’s legacy. We discussed at length some of the genre’s most influential groups. The Wu-Tang Clan, De La Soul and the most important rap group in the history of Hip-Hop, Public Enemy.

The debate between Combat Jack and I wasn’t about the iconic status of P.E. since C.J. and I both share a mutual respect for the group’s achievements, but about which of their albums is the greatest. If you visit Combat Jack over at his site, Daily Mathematics, I am sure he will tell his side of the story. But before you waste your time over there reading his Rolling Stone hyperbole take my facts with you so that you will have a better understanding of why I chose ‘Fear Of A Black Planet’

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If you had spent the majority of the 1980’s in and around the streets of New York City then you would remember that this was a town that simmered with racial unrest right below its glittering surface. NYC was just as populous then as it is today and it still held many elements that made it a cosmopolitan outpost. Though as soon as you left the island of Manhattan you were transported into neighborhoods that still reeled from the blackouts during the 1970’s. Urban blight was entrenched even before they were delivering crack to the ‘hood by the busloads.

Under this environment rap music was beginning to flourish, but it rarely addressed the conditions its artists emerged from with anything more than lip service. Being that was rap music, one might think that all it could bring to the table was words exiting lips. Public Enemy was the force that ushered in a new era of understanding about the urban centers that were being abandoned to poverty and depression. New York City was a focal point because it was not only the birth place of Hip-Hop but was a city where racial tension burst into the spotlight frequently.

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None of you will remember the name Willie Turks, or Eleanor Bumpurs, but you probably know of Michael Stewart and definitely Yusuf Hawkins. There was a steady stream of Blacks that were lynched by white mobs or the police and it appeared that there would never be justice for these victims. Oppressed people respond to their aggressors in different manners as you can see from the worldwide newsreels. The disenfranchised express their rage outwardly AND inwardly. Being Black in the center city was rough from all angles. It was the worst of times, yet it was still the best of times.

‘Fear Of A Black Planet’ is a summation of the Black experience during the 1980’s in America. Even more than ‘It Takes A Nation Of Millions’ could have dreamed, ‘Fear’ tackles the issues dealing with the Black experience head on. Where ‘Nation’ makes your body rock, ‘Fear’ makes your brain tick-tock. Public Enemy crafted this masterpiece when they were directly inside the cross hairs, as their classic silhouetted logo suggests. No one has since been so brave and so bold as to stand up to the mainstream media machine as Chuck D did to defend the message of empowerment that his music describes.


‘Brothers Gonna Work It Out’

‘Fear’ gets right in the face of the haters who want to obfuscate what this group really represents. ‘Fear’ is so powerful because it is the last album of its kind. The Bomb Squad easily sampled over 100 songs to make this Public Enemy album. You would never be able to release an epic music disk this dense with how nowadays the industry litigates what artists may use which samples. The clearance costs alone would shelve this album. Public Enemy changed how we heard music on several different levels. Chuck D challenged you with his lyrics, while the Shocklee-helmed Bomb Squad challenged you to name that sample.


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The main reason I have to place ‘Fear’ over ‘Nation’ is that while ITANOMTHUB is clearly a music rich masterpiece that challenged me to do the knowledge, FOABP was the album that challenged me to be a better man. This was the griot call to take the knowledge of self and use it for good. This was the herald of change almost twenty years prior to Obama. Hip-Hop music in its essence is the sound of the drum and the voice. Ancient and everlasting. ‘Fear Of A Black Planet’ is the zenith of Hip-Hop. Drums, percussion, horn hits, sampled and live, selected for resonance along with the voice of the messenger. Celebrating life.


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