Look, I get it (sorta). The people of Harlem feel that a dance that “belongs” to their neighborhood has gotten out into the wild, and that every lily-white, pimply-faced suburban brat – with his parents, in tow – has co-opted yet another thing belonging to/originating with African Americans.
From that perspective, I can understand it. Outside of that, however, I’m going to have to call “Bullshit”.
Black folk are still contending with staggeringly high unemployment, our children are – collectively – still “Below proficient” in reading and math, and let’s not even get started on the disproportionate number of African Americans who are in prison, as opposed to being contributing, productive members of society.
I guess what I’m saying is: WHO FUCKING CARES?
Am I to assume by all this outrage over “white (and other people) doing it wrong” that we have made so much progress as a people that we can afford to get this bent out of shape over the “proper” way to do a goddamn dance?
Have we fought for – and WON – equity and parity for our Brothers and Sisters? For our Elders? For our Mothers and Fathers? For our Children?
Have we been able to reverse, or in some cases, obliterate the deleterious effects of the inhumane, Draconian public policies that have been in place for centuries, that keep us oppressed, to this day?
NO. We haven’t been able to do that, because we’re too busy using campaign contributions to buy $43,000 watches, as we use having poor mental health – a legitimate source of pain for so many people – as the excuse for our irresponsible behavior. (Side note: If you’re paying as much for a watch what some people make in a year, you need a mud hole stomped DEEP WITHIN your ass.)
We haven’t been able to affect any real, substantive change because we’d much rather spend our time perfecting dance moves (which by definition, requires WORK), so we can have time to bitch about how upset we are that white folk STILL refuse to treat us right (Other than expelling HOT AIR, complaining doesn’t take much effort).
With all of the real, life-threatening issues that face our people, ARE NEGROES SERIOUSLY THAT UP IN ARMS over PEOPLE WHO AREN’T FROM HARLEM doing the dance wrong?
What does that say about us? That we’d rather get upset over stuff that DOESN’T matter, yet with the same breath, COMPLETELY REFUSE to take a stand on the stuff that DOES?
But at the same time, we have the NERVE to wonder why the world has so little respect for us.
THAT makes sense.
I’d tell some of you Negroes to grow the Hell up, but that would require GROWING.
With each passing day, however, I’m finding the REACH of GROWTH to EXCEED YOU NEGROES’ GRASP.