WARNING: This issue is thick, and cannot merely be skimmed. Make sure you allot adequate time for reading. Make sure no one is reading over your shoulder. Buckle up. And read on.As promised… here is the issue on the Delta Phi “Thug Life” Party… but wait!? What’s this… the FB group has been removed!? The party going down this Friday… was originally titled the Thug Life party… I know. I seen the facebook event with my own two eyes. But now, what I’m sure is the same party, has changed it’s name to “Bling, Bling, I like Shiny Things!!” I guess they’re trying to be more PC, and good for ‘em… I was bout to have words with somebody... However, I still think that the theme is backhanded and not so subtly“race-laced.” You know that half of them lil white kids, who grew up in suburbia, ain’t got a thug bone in they bodies, will still show up in wifebeaters with bandana’s on their heads… or better yet “do-rags” -that they may wear incorrectly- as they chuckle with their friend about how they found it in the “black people section [of a store]” as if that were a point of humor. [And of course their will be “bling”] I swear though… people try my patience. I am not a racist… but sheeit. As my jam from the original Sister Act soundtrack says “No ignorance, should never be excused. I’ll do my best to shake off their attitudes.” . . . but some time. It don’t work. I ain’t trying to get people riled up or nothing… but
this is the world we are living in people… People try to pull shit like this every damn day… and will continue to do so until
we say “HEY!!” I’m bout to do ‘em like my mamma do and ask ‘em “What in tha world is your major malfunction?!” You know black folks be using words that don’t seem to be fitting together quite right, but you get what they saying? I like that one though… cause if I’m asking what your
major malfunction is… I have already acknowledged that you have
more than one… and was kind enough to only ask you to proclaim one, saving you some prime embarrASSment… can I get an AMEN? I told ya’ll I was gonn have to preach on this hea’. Done got ma’ English all broke down…
But to continue on… I think that there is an underhanded, skewed, selective, obsession with African American culture in this country. People wanna be black. But only when it’s cool. And they’ll never admit it. This ain’t nothing new. I know ya’ll know this. People wanna dance like black folks dance, sang like black folks sang, lay out in the sun all day… to get darker… and was not dark skin the factor that made our people so discriminated against back in the dayday*? I mean come on! I have, on numerous accounts talked with our lesser melanined brethren, and often they seem taken aback by my inference that tanning is a way of subtly achieving temporary blackness… Of course, all deny this fact, saying that that it is not true… yet they too are often so quick to make the comparison:
Beach Week 2004: Lewis the only black person around in a house full of drunken white people. Two girls having laid on the beach ALL DAY, have just popped the tops on their Bud-Lights. One turns to the other a proclaims “Ohmygod [Sue], you are like soooooooo blackrightnow.” They giggle. And SCENE.It’s amazing what people do… when they think your not watching. It’s amazing what people say, when they think that no one hears them. And the saddest part of all is; this stuff lives inside of people who consider themselves non-racist, and think that equality has been achieved. Whose fault is that? Normally I love pointing fingers. [I love looking down my arm, to see a single finger, flexed, pinpointing a target far off, (or generally close enough for them to see me but I don’t give a damn.) It reminds me that I have fingers…] But really, whose fault is it?
I think, regardless of fault, we as a community – I know this is getting long as hell – I think we as a community are letting ourselves down… Perfect example. Kanye’s song “Gold Digger” has made it almost impossible for anyone to sing along and not think, or say, the word nigger. I don’t listen to a lot of rap because I don’t find it very positive, or soothing for that matter, but this song incorporates a word, that is usually able to be erased (for sale at Wal-Mart) without much ado, into the rhyme scheme. And don’t tell me that people are really walking around saying “-but she ain’t messin’ wit no broke, broke.” without knowing the true lyric. To refer back to one of my earlier points… Who is there to sensor, that non-black person, rolling in the car –thinkin they hard – from saying every word, and completing every rhyme the song requires. In the CHORUS no less… Thank you Mr West, you’ve done us proud. But it’s not just him, the word has existed in music long before he came one the scene. I myself used to even argue, if it’s our music we should be able to say what we want to say… Yeah, well it may be our music, and our lives that we write about. But more ears than “our ears” are listening. Didn’t you mama ever talk about not airing your dirty laundry? This is the same thing. We run around saying it, and wonder why, the word hasn’t disappeared. We get mad as hell when a white person says it… yet we have comedians like Bradley Lewis, coming to
this campus and making jokes out of the word and it’s associations, and getting a packed house of 700 white kids to laugh at the word that had tarnished American history and you wonder why?! If you have ever watched My Super Sweet Sixteen, I tell you… 80% of them rich orange country kids always want some rapper to perform at their parties. And if they get their wish, you bet your bottom dollar they, and all of their party guests knew every single word, good bad or indifferent. Yea, it’s our music, our lives, but who is listening?
In closing I’m gonn say this. When day one of the State of the Black Union graced this campus, I did not skip class, -because being a defiant negro will ONLY get you jail time- but as soon as I was finished for the day, I went for the last hour. And I was blessed enough to a) be in the presence of the phenomenal figure head, the Rev. Jesse L. Jackson, and to b) hear an 11y.o. boy asked a question so simple, yet so profound, it still rings in my ears daily. And his question was this. He said “Can we be enslaved again?” Whether or not he knew the magnitude of his question I do not know… but the answer to his question is evident every day… the answer to this question you have read – and thank you for reading all of this. The answer is simply, yes.

We have to put forth positive images that won’t be ridiculed in parties like these… I guarantee you, NO frat will ever try to have a “smart black folks party,” and I sure as hell would not be caught dead at a “hick-fest.” So why do we allow this to happen? No, our people were not the first “thugs,” nor were we the first people to wear “ice”-though we were prolly the 1st to call it that. The problem is that our community is the one currently associated with these things, and the connotations are generally negative. It is not solely our fault, but we are not doing every thing we can to reverse it. Those of us who allow this to continue to be associated with our people, and the celebrities who play into these images, are our society's cultural slaves. The perpetuators, and the masses who support them, are the “Massahs.” And parties like these; are our shackles.
“If we always take a back seat, we might as well be chauffeured by defeat”
-Me, ‘Be Proud’: an original composition to be performed at the AKA Luncheon.
*Dayday: 1.Way back in the day. 2. Back in the day x’s 2. 3. A long ass time ago. Ex. Back in the dayday our people said “Givus us free” because they were enslaved and treated unfairly. Nowadays our people still say “Givus us free,” but they just cheap as hell.
**Party Update**