Years and years ago, when that magnificent medium of poetic and cerebral expression known as hip hop took a turn for the worse, those of us who loved what is now known as “conscious hip/hop rap” became very concerned about the gangsta/thug culture that WE were promoting and saying it was a legitimate representation of Black life. At that time, if anyone Black disagreed with those who were promoting thug life and Black women as bitches and hos and gettin money and poppin bottles as the measure of success for Blacks, they were called an Uncle Tom (even though Uncle Tom was actually the hero in the book, but that’s always been the evidence that proves “my people” don’t freaking read). Folks who supported that garbage did so under the guise of, “This is LIFE for Black people! We KEEPINITREEEEEAAALLLL!!!” The new Black Feminists even chimed in, championing these misguided women in these videos as pioneers in taking back their repressed and mischaracterized sexuality. No matter how much some of us called BS on all of that, the images persisted and proliferated around the globe. BET helped spread the misinformation, eliminating all original and news programming and replacing it with every violence-, crime- and misogyny-promoting rap video that existed, and with shows like BET After Dark, with it’s practically soft-core porn videos of young Black men portraying themselves as “gangstas” pouring champagne over willing young Black women’s gyrating booties and breasts, swiping credit cards between their upturned butt cheeks, throwing dolla dolla bills at and on the sensuously-pouted and scantily clad female “dancers” who lined up to be featured in those videos. Some of us protested and cried that all this was a heinous, vulgar and egregious foul these artists were perpetrating against their own people, and it was something that would haunt us for decades to come, but those of us who were offended by what Black entertainment was becoming were shut down by the money and the “glamour” (if you can call it that) and the fame that the thug life image reaped for the perpetrators. Blame the record companies all you want, but they couldn’t have done it without our help. Simply put, we let N.W.A. and Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre and Tupac n’ ‘nem define what it means to be Black in America. For some of us for a time, that may have been all too terribly true. The problem is a) we didn’t really do anything to address and correct the problems they were rapping about; and b) when you broadcast that image to a world where there aren’t that many real Black people in close proximity who live a very different life from what is shown on MTV and BET, the thug life is all we are to them because that is all we have shown them of us.
While rappers were stacking dollas, the Black family slowly crumbled. Relations between Black men and women deteriorated like the half-life of an unstable radioactive particle at critical mass, and our neighborhoods and the sense of community we used to have in them pretty much died. There were other factors that contributed to that phenomenon – federal policies, crack cocaine, mass incarceration of Black men, and wider social changes – but we simply did not help to stem the tide of destruction in our own communities. What some of us did instead was to hand over our standards, values, and as a result, our families for a stack of bills. Dolla dolla bill, y’all.
So fast forward a couple decades. We’re mad when some people only sees us as thugs, bitches and hos, but we are also completely ambivalent to the fact that too many of our young Black men and women actually believe that acting that way is not only normal and acceptable, but it is admirable. A lot of us who saw and tried so hard to stop the misrepresentation of Black folks that WE perpetrated through entertainment are sitting over here shaking our heads sadly and saying to ourselves, “We told you this was going to happen…” And here we are, defending Beyonce as she twerks like a stripper in front of an audience on global television while her husband and father of their little girl participates in and celebrates it. Here we are posting and sharing and LOL-ing at videos of Black women fighting like MMA tryouts in the streets, in restaurants, in schools, while Black men hold the video cameras/phones and laugh and cheer them on. Here we are supporting “reality shows” that highlight the absolute worst stereotypically ignorant behavior possible to the point that they are so much in demand that they keep making more. Here we are championing the characters of televisions shows with Black female leads who clearly have no morals whatsoever. We don’t just watch the shows, we cheer FOR these amoral chicks, and get an attitude when someone questions what message that character’s behavior is really sending and why we’re celebrating that behavior. Here we are ignoring the fact that a brilliant and talented young athlete acted very ungraciously and just plain shouldn’t have done it, but his lousy sportsmanship is deemed justifiable because some folks called him mean names.
ASIDE: For the record – you like Scandal? Great, I like it too. But let’s stop pretending that the character Olivia Pope has ANY redeeming qualities (actually, no one on the show does – everybody’s kind of smarmy, but that’s Washington politics I suppose, in a very small nutshell, and THAT is the point of the show – everybody gets dirty in Washington because everybody has to be dirty to survive in Washington). Her brilliance as a “fixer” doesn’t excuse her utter depravity as a woman. I might watch the show because I think it’s probably one of the best soap operas around, but I never have been, and never will be, a “Gladiator” (unless we’re talking about Russell Crowe’s Gladiator, in which case I would like very much to be THAT kind of gladiator, at least for a day). I see Kerry Washington’s character as I came to see Denzel Washington’s role as Det. Harris in Training Day. I hated his character so deeply that I understood why he won the Oscar for it, even though I wished he’d won for anything else he’d done – because Washington played Det. Harris so convincingly that he actually made me hate his character and want him dead 15 minutes into the movie. That’s acting, and I appreciate the skill it takes to play a convincing bad guy. So I’m all for a broad spectrum of Black roles on television and in the movies; I don’t believe everybody Black on television and in the movies needs to be a saint to “protect the Race.” I just wish we’d be careful of who we hold up as standards to celebrate and aspire to. Nobody celebrated Denzel Washington’s philandering, thieving, corrupt Det. Harris. I will never, for the life of me, understand why women are celebrating Kerry Washington’s immature, irresponsible, and adulterous Olivia Pope, I don’t care how smashing her wardrobe is.
No matter how foolish, crazy or inappropriately some of us behave (and don’t we all get a little childishly stupid sometimes – sure we do), some of us have somehow mastered the art of deflective justification; some of us never take responsibility for what we do wrong as long as we can point to how badly we have been treated in the past, or to the fact that other people do the same things and can seem to get away with it. It’s not appealing to me when other people behave like they were raised by rabid wolves. Why in the world would I WANT to be as abased as they are just becasue they seem to be able to get away with it?
What we really won’t say for fear of being called an Uncle Tom or a sellout or an Oreo or, God forbid, a Republican is that too many of us simply do not, have not, and seemingly just will not hold ourselves to the standards that got us successfully past slavery and Jim Crow and through the civil rights movement with out standards, our morals, and our families pretty much intact. Not all of us, and certainly not even most of us, but way far too doggoned many of us. Sadly, I see this as partially generational. So many in the generation today look at the standards I and those older than me grew up with as old-fashioned and/or traditional, as if “traditional” is a vile curse word now, so they have no use for the way we did things and they don’t want to hear what we have to say. I’ve heard it said that previous generations messed up so much stuff for this current generation, so our opinions aren’t valid. OK…I’ll admit, we sure didn’t get everything right – honestly, no generation ever does or ever will because perfection is not part of the human condition. But seriously, if we got everything wrong and can’t tell some of y’all nothing, how are YOU guys doing with advancing/improving/building on the legacy so far? Let’s see…we had Claudine and Good Times and I Spy and Julia and Fat Albert and Flip Wilson. Aretha Franklin, the O’Jays, Earth, Wind & Fire, the Ohio Players. You guys have Bad Girls Club, Real Housewives of Atlanta, Being Mary Jane and World Star Hip Hop. Lil Wayne and Slim Thug. Niki Minaj and…Beyonce.
Neither one of those lists is exhaustive. There were some cruddy artists and TV shows back then, and there are some amazing musicians out today who are impressive, but don’t dare tell me you don’t see a serious problem in the arc of where we’ve come from, where we are, and where we’re going.