Speak On It. #Repost from @dalai_mama_ —- #hiphop #justice #mikebrown #ferguson #policebrutality #hypocrites #stoppromotingviolence
Okay see here’s my issues with this here. What you’re saying is
"Hip Hop [read: black people] we can’t ask to be treated as HUMANS if our music ever says anything indecent or unlawful."
You are holding an entire diaspora responsible for their own degradation because of MUSIC LYRICS. You are saying that if we say shitty things, we don’t deserve to expect to have the right to life. Like that’s literally what you’re saying.
And theeeeeeen, you’re not even thinking about how carefree white folks are so easily allowed the right to feel human and safe. But you know, country music, and many genres of rock, pop, etc. have plenty of misogyny and lawlesness. Plenty. You don’t hold those genres of music against the fact that they also would want to feel safe and human, because…?
This isn’t about holding ppl (consumers/listeners) responsible for their degradation, it’s about holding “artists” responsible for their lyrics. I’m NEVER going to support cats that spout misogyny and hate/ antagonism towards fellow black people.
Original handwritten script for Spike Lee’s ‘Do the Right Thing’
This gives me hope
Gonna be me one day.
Esther Jones, known by her stage name, “Baby Esther,” was a singer and entertainer of the late 1920s. She performed regularly at The Cotton Club in Harlem. Helen Kane saw her act in 1928 and appropriated Jones’ ‘baby’ singing style for a recording of “I Wanna Be Loved By You.” Jones’ style went on to become the inspiration for the voice of Betty Boop.(What I Looked up)
Today in Black people invented everything you hold near and dear…
So this is my new favorite GIF!
I’m gonna use it every time white people try to speak. For example, “Why can’t I say ni—”
"You’re cute for a bla—"
"You look so ghe—"
"My great grandfather was an Irish sl—"
"I was called a honky one time! White people experience raci—"
"Stop talking about race! We’re all hu—"
(Source: youneedtobegonce, via electrophilady)
"Why should I retract my claws for you?
What do I earn from playing nice?
I’ll choke on the cries I leave in my throat.
I am not sorry.
If I am angry, I will be angry.
I will be blinding light
I will be rage and shaky hands
I will be venom and teary eyes
I will not laugh at your jokes
I will not tuck my fangs away to smile for you.
I will look you dead in the eye
I will spit out teeth that are not mine."