Phonte speaks via his Myspace…

“…he would’ve been signed to a record deal.”
I know it sounds crazy, but it really ain’t THAT crazy.
It seems to me that becoming a rapper is the only way that Black male victims of our justice system can receive any sort of “justice” at all. After all, NOTHING sells more magazines and CD’s apparently than dead and/or criminally insane niggers, right?
RIGHT?
*sigh*
Conventional wisdom says that people often laugh in order to keep from crying.
But even my halfway joking in the subject line couldn’t stop the tears from falling once I heard the Sean Bell verdict a few days ago. To echo the sentiments shared by the brother Ant Springer on hiphopdx, the Bell verdict made me shed tears for the first time in what seems like forever.
The Darfur Genocide?
Absolutely horrendous, but no tears from the kid.
Hurricane Katrina?
Sadness at first, but later turned to rage as I saw how our government completely mishandled it. I was at the brink of tears, but still not quite there.
9/11?
A tragedy, of course. But once I got over the shock of seeing two planes hit the WTC on some Jerry Bruckheimer shit, and called to make sure my fam in the DC area was cool, I (like many other Black males in their early 20′s at that time) just wanted to know what that new Hov was taumbot.
The Sean Bell verdict was the first news piece that was able to break through the emotional numbness that I, and many other Americans have been dealing with in the wake of our declining empire. For the first time in my 29 years, I just shook my head out of frustration and wondered a), “When does this shit ever stop?” and b), “What the fuck do I tell my sons?” Read the rest of this entry »