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The Real Controllers of the USA

I will resume regular postings as well as major changes in the next few weeks. For now, enjoy Carlin’s explanation of education and who really owns the country.

Rhymefest’s Latest and Most Daring Freestyle… A Conversation With His Son

Hip-Hop got some G.O.A.T. (Greatest of All Times) moments. I know I had a few of them. I remembered when Nas dropped Ether and got his swagger as an emcee back. I also remembered when was the first time I heard “Juicy” by Notorious B.I.G. However, not all G.O.A.T. moments happens with song. Some happens with actions. Like Snoop Dogg performing “Murder Was The Case” at the MTV Awards. Ol’ Dirty Bastard declared that Wu-Tang love the kids at the Grammys. And this moment deserves to be plugged in as much as possible.

On June 2nd, at a release party/townhall meeting in Brooklyn, Rhymefest had a G.O.A.T. moment. Davey D was in attendance to capture this one. He covered this moment in his myspace blog.

Be A Father is a book project put together by a New York activist and publicist named April Silver Lauren Harris of the Ford Foundation where they gathered up Hip Hop scholars, activists and artists to submit essays and poems dealing with fatherhood and manhood within the African American community.

Some of the participants include artists like rapper Talib Kweli, author, former Real World participant and now Congressional candidate Kevin Powell, Public Enemy co-founder and former Def Jam President Bill Stephaney, filmaker Byron Hurt, author Bakari Kitwana and San Jose based writer Adisa Banjoko,along with myself are just a few of the many featured in the book.

Initially, Chicago based rapper Rhymefest who and is a contributor to BAF and co-author of the Grammy winning song Jesus Walks by Kanye West, was scheduled to do a freestyle so he could help lighten up the mood a bit.

Much of the evening was spent with the capacity crowd that squeezed into the basement of Brown Memorial Church in Brooklyn, listening to heartfelt, searing testimonies and heavy readings from the book on rarely openly discussed topics like; defining manhood, Father, son relationships, child support and custody battles, homosexuality and what to do when your son comes out, healing from the abandonment of our dads. All these topics and more were on the table for all of us to hear and examine.

As you can see, there were a lot of deep, yet heavy topics, especially for fathers of this day and age. Instead of freestyling and lighten up the mood, he got serious.

Rhymefest noted that before coming to the floor he had asked his 10 year old son named Solomon to write down 5 questions that he would like answered that he had never asked before and would be hearing for the first time in front of the audience. Rhymefest promised that he would answer them truthfully. He also noted that he would do the same and ask his son 5 questions to answer. All this was to take place in front of this large audience. Before proceeding Rhymefest told the audience that he got his girlfriend pregnant and as a result got married at age 20. He stayed with her for 5 years before his music career among other problems dissolved the union. He talked about how his busy career prevented him from always seeing his son, and his recent move from Chicago to California to work on a TV project with Kanye West made it even more difficult.

So, I took a listen to the audio clip and needless to say… I was choked up. The audio started off innocently… and then, the second question from his son was asked. And I had to stop what I was doing to listen to the answer. The question?

Daddy do you feel I am holding you back from doing what you want? Daddy do you feel I am holding you back from doing what you want?

I can’t go any further. You need to experience this for yourself. Check out the audio clip (17 minutes, work friendly safe) and comment. I personally feel that this moment deserves to be rank up there as a G.O.A.T. moment for Hip-Hop. Think of it as an early Father’s Day present.

Thanks to Davey D for the hook up.


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Obama’s Nomination And The Concept of Thought Remixing

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For a few days, I was out of the loop in the news. And by that, I mean I didn’t blog about it. However, I kept a few notes about it. On of the major notes, as we all know, is that Senator Barack Obama won the nomination. However, he did it at a cost… a pretty heavy, yet understandable one.

The following video made Obama resign from his church home of 20 years. For some people, it’s a clear sign that Obama left “the black nation”. For others, it gives the media one less thing to attack Obama on. For many, which includes me, it asks the following question…

… why? This move puts me at arms because I’m not sure what to think of Obama. However, Obama in a way is a reflection of me. Here’s what I mean.

On one hand, I’m somewhat a black nationalist. Note the term “somewhat”. I don’t agree with all black nationalists, or at least all the beliefs of a black nationalist. Honestly, I think we are all one and all of the same. However, not everyone will share my belief and this is as real as it gets. So, instead of calling myself a “black nationalist”, I simply prefer the term “thought remixer”, showing that I myself want to take an idea and mix it into a thought of my own.  I know, deep in my heart, that if I stick with a black nationalist plan, that most people will be close minded to my ideas.

However, I also know that I don on the red, black and green, the colors of the Black American flag.So, in a way, my thoughts are deep within the black community. Some would even go as far as calling me a Garveyite or a follower of Malcom X. What no one is aware of is that I wear the colors as a reminder of who I am and to let you know that I will first and foremore think of my people first (an idea Aaron McGruder instilled in me via his earlier Boondock strips). But I will not go around like a New Black Panther, nor do I agree with Al Sharpton’s extreme (and in my opinion, “flashy”) methods. I will always be acceptable, adaptable, and approachable. This is my belief as a thought remixer and this is one I try to share.

This word was coined on September 2006 during a forum discussion. It’s not racist. It doesn’t center around a spiritual belief. It’s constitutional and everyone’s right and everyone’s wrong. It’s something I go by these days, even thought there’s no clear definition.

However, Obama made a clear definition of what a thought remixer should be. And that’s one that takes a stand for his beliefs. I don’t think Obama meant to slap the black nation, I just think he’s trying to remix our thoughts of what we should be thinking about. So, in a way, he resembles me and my movement a bit…

… a work in progress… and growing each day.

So, congrats Obama. Also, congrats to all of the supporters and people who got out the vote.

Now, if we can only get Clinton to get off her high horse. Somebody pass me a stick so I can throw it at her.

Rachel Ray = Jihad?

And speaking of over-analyzing imagery… damn!rray

Looking at this innocent image, it’s Rachel Ray with a nice, cool Dunkin’ Donuts Iced Coffee. Of course, that’s to people who just look at advertisements for what they are. But to a particular conservative, that’s a murderous intent… in another language.

According to CNN Money, Dunkin’ Donuts yanked the online advertisement of Rachel Ray wearing a black and white scarf. This offended Conservative commentator Michelle Malkin, it’s a… let me quote this girl word-for-word

So it was with some dismay that I learned last week that Dunkin Donuts’ spokeswoman Rachael Ray, the ubiquitous TV hostess, posed for one of the company’s ads in what appeared to be a black-and-white keffiyeh.

The keffiyeh, for the clueless, is the traditional scarf of Arab men that has come to symbolize murderous Palestinian jihad. Popularized by Yasser Arafat and a regular adornment of Muslim terrorists appearing in beheading and hostage-taking videos, the apparel has been mainstreamed by both ignorant (and not-so-ignorant) fashion designers, celebrities, and left-wing icons.

I understand that in the United States, we have to be careful not offend other cultures. However, where exactly do we draw the line? Yes, to the uneducated masses, that could look like a keffiyah. However, I have not heard any outrage from the Islamic community. If anything, I think they should protest Michelle.

But, I want to thank her. So…

Thank you Michelle Malkin… I feel sooooo safe at night now that Dunkin’ Donuts done the right thing by removing an online ad promoting an American Donut shop that will never be seen in other countries… probably because they are not as addictive as Krispy Kremes…

What’s next Michelle? Get on Dave Chapelle for his offensive Chinese-Korean poem? You should… I mean, he’s just “uneducating” the masses and needs to be stop!

It’s amazing how we have the power to change the world… and yet use it on minor shit like this…

When "Connectedness" Goes Wrong And Refused to Shake Hands…

One thing I like about Jay Smooth is the way he lay things down as far as “the human spirit” is concerned. April 2 of this year, he uploaded a video about “connectedness”, a principal which basically means when you are honoring a person’s spirit by connecting with that person by simply returning the gesture. If you sort of missed what I’m trying to say, in layman’s terms, it means to talk to someone just because they see you genuinely want to talk to them.

I “connected” with this logic even before I heard about it in this way. Everyday, I try to network, but some days, I just want to talk to someone to let them know that there’s something about them I admired and this is my chance to honor that. Any conversation afterwards would be consider a bonus. This logic I have simplified life and made it easy for me to speak to everyone. Of course, it took some time (aka experience) to know when to open my mouth and what to say when I do. And I met a lot of wonderful people via these strange, yet random times.

However, there are times when doing this principal is hard, especially when you are used to a formula of “shaking hands”. It’s natural to just come up to a person and wanting to touch them just to feel at ease with your presence, but what do you do if that gesture isn’t returned? That’s where my story begins.

Sunday, I attended a festival in Brooklyn near the Brooklyn Academy of Music (or BAM). I was passing out flyers to a Marcus Garvey event that’s going down on June 10th when I saw someone familiar. A tall woman that I swear I saw before. Then, it’s one of the Def Poets that I recently favorite and wanted to blog about. Now, I wanted to connect with her as an artist as well as a supporter of her work, so I went though the coward to greet her. Our eyes met and asked her if she was one of the Def Poets. She acknowledged that she was and I was like “Hi, my name is Matthew and I enjoy your work…”, extending my hand and on the tip of my tongue, almost said the name of her poem. Then she said, “I don’t shake hands.” While she said it with a smile in her face, her eyes said another story. It was almost as if she was grossed out by the fact that I recognized her. I thought she said something bad, but she repeated herself, smiling but looking a bit more awkward than before. For 10 seconds, there was this awkward silence. You know, the type that makes you want to hop on a plane and get away like they do in the Southwest Airline commercials. Getting her point, I took back my hand and just said, “well, I enjoy your work” and left it like that. She said thank you and left.

For five minutes afterwards, I was self-analytical. What did I do wrong? Was it my hair? My eyes? Did I give off the impression of being “star struck”? Was my breathe bad? Did I shower? I was talking with a lot of people that day and while my appearance and dress isn’t anything special, it was respected. I even go through mental notes and thought maybe I send off I was hitting on her. Maybe she just didn’t want to be bother. I do recall her speech pattern and she didn’t even say something like “Sorry, no offense, but I don’t shake hands” or something to that effect. She just brushed it off. Even thought I saw her a few times afterwards, I just didn’t want my spirit to be dampened, so I just left her alone.

Now, apart of me knows that I didn’t do anything wrong. The other part actually wanted to call her out because I felt she dissed me when I was being genuine. I even thought of my hands. Did I sneezed in them? I know at times, I won’t even shake people’s hand, but I always let them know why I won’t do it at that point and time. Maybe she was paranoid about the germs I was gathering.

However, I decided that in the end, it was either she didn’t want to be bothered or she just straight up didn’t like what I was sending and tried not to hurt my feelings (or maybe she wanted to hurt my feelings).

So what did I learn? I wish I can say I learned a lesson from all this, but the only lesson I learned was… well… maybe there’s just some people that don’t want to connect.

Oh… and who is this person that refused to connect with me? Well, like I said, I was going to blog about her and even have it so that I showcase two of her videos. However, I now scrapped it and probably won’t showcase her on this site, which is really sad. But hey… what can I say? After all…

… she didn’t want to acknowledge me, so why should I acknowledge her?