Showing posts with label your black brothers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label your black brothers. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Man Alleged Beating While Driving With A White Woman

 

CHICAGO (CBS) ― New allegations of brutality by Chicago police have surfaced. In his

lawsuit, one man claims he was beaten during a traffic stop.

As CBS 2's Suzanne Le Mignot reports, the suit names two officers and implicates several others.
"I thought I was gonna die because I couldn't breathe," said alleged police beating victim Curtis Mason Jr.
Blood vessels were broken in an eye and his wrists were allegedly cut by tight handcuffs.

Mason says the injuries he captured with photographs were caused by Chicago police.
"In the beginning, that's what I asked them, 'why am I being arrested' and from that point, it turned into, 'why are you continually hitting me?'" he said.

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Monday, September 15, 2008

I Don't Love You Anymore


As a writer I know the power that words can have on one’s mind. I remember reading “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” as a kid and being mesmerized by the vivid word play of Roald Dahl. The sounds and denotations of the words were so powerful that it made me feel first person with the text. My love for words eventually became 16 bars. My first rap CD was Heavy D and the Boy’s second album “Big Tyme” and from then on my collection grew to “Ready to Die”, “All Eyes on Me” Thug Motivation 101” and the list goes on. Rap is a mainstay in my life. The morning ritual consists of: brushing my teeth, listening to the enthralling beats of the enormous rap collection that has grown exponentially since 1989 and eating. Over the years my tastes have grown within the genre. When I was around 5 or 6 my uncle would grace my ears with the sounds of Chuck D’s politically charged anthems, Q-Tip’s laidback grooves and even the sounds of the Fat Boys. This inception into the realm of hip hop took many twists and turns. From the East Coast, West Coast, Dirty South and even the Midwest, this love of mine called hip hop has uplifted some of my darkest days. It has been my pre-game warm-up music, getting dressed to impress music, background sound while I’m studying music, the cant wait to hear your next album music. It’s been everything. But now I’m falling out of love with it.

It’s not you, It’s ME.

God has been speaking to me about the music that I listen to for some time now. In my never-ending quest to FULLY submit to God and all his Love, I have been struggling with the potential of letting go of the music that I love. To let something go that is so engrained in your being is like losing a limb or organ. The music that I listen to isn’t taking me a step closer to God and I know it. While I fully know that SOME of the music that I listen to is hindering my progression into God’s kingdom, I can’t let it go. Let me rephrase that, I CAN but I’m not ready and willing to let it go. I compare this situation to your parents telling you to dump your girlfriend/boyfriend because their bad for you. You may knowingly agree with them, but it’s something about that person that keeps them around. Some of the music that I listen to glorifies materialism, inappropriate displays of sexuality, drug abuse, violence and any other –ism that you can think of. I hate to pick on my rap collection because some of my R&B choices are quite risqué as well. I must reiterate that not all of the rap music that I listen is bad, but some of the music that I listen to on a daily basis quite harmful to my ears. God has a way of letting me know when I’m wrong that’s indescribable. I can listen to a song and immediately feel weighed down by the excess negativity in the music.

Recently I have decided to start deleting some of the music in my library. I must admit that it has been a very hard process, but its one step towards erasing my life of negativity. I have asked God for the strength to erase a lot of different things in my life, but this by far has been the longest and hardest change to make. Hopefully my testimonial will bring about change.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Your Black Brothers: Rappers Determine The Future of Rap Music?




Rap and/or Hip-Hop are often times generalized and characterized as a genre of music dedicated to the degradation of women, the high praise of money, and the inundation of profanity in the lyrics. Too many times have I heard members of the older generation slam the entire genre, calling it a “disgraceful addition” to music as they reminisce about the days when “cats used to harmonize on the block…”

“They say hip-hop is dead…” but the artists that refuse to see it go have done a good job of bringing back the reasons why people loved hip hop in the first place.

Those that kept up the feel of the old-school rappers and their flow include artists and groups like Dead Prez, A Tribe Called Quest, The Roots, and even Nas or Common. These rappers have floated around since the days of old-school, and have stayed true to the hip-hop they once knew. They keep the issues and lives of black people the focus of their flow.

New age rappers like Kanye West and Lupe Fiasco have come onto the scene and done the same thing to a mainstream crowd. Many fall into this category, and I call them the blessing in disguise. They have joined Nas, Common and the others above in the “Talented Tenth” of the rap world- if you will. They speak about issues that are not categorized into the three above stated classifications of rap songs, but still draw the same huge crowds.

I like to read the poetry of Tupac Shakur. There was a rapper that gained respect as both an artist and an educator/author. Tupac was a lyrical genius, with a story to tell in every single one of his songs and poems. Others like Lupe follow that path, and David Banner is somewhat close to being in the same boat- as he often discusses and exemplifies the roles of black men in America.

I respect a lot of artists. Method Man, Redman, Ice T, DMX, Snoop Dogg (although I don’t really like his music), Big Boi/Andre 3000, T-Pain, and many others are exploring their other talents as actors, businessmen and community activists. For all of these reasons, these artists deserve their fame and fortune.

I respect Lil’ Wayne for having the ability to command crowds, and come up with such creative and colorful lyrics. However, I have my reserves about his lifestyle and contributions to the world. Call me crazy, but I think a man with his power should do more with it than just sip syrup and count money.

The unfortunate thing is that rappers who only feel the need to talk about big booty hoes, makin’ it rain, crankin’ that [fill in the blank] and anything else of the sort…still are able to make money. This is where hip-hop and rap becomes almost laughable. How can the world take the genre seriously, if some of its own members don’t take it seriously.

I say hip-hop is not dead, it is just at a crossroads. The smartest rappers are educators, businessmen, and multi-talented people. Those who don’t have the super status of men like Jay-Z, Kanye West, 50 Cent, or P.Diddy need to ask themselves and decide whether or not they are capable of taking on the responsibility, and doing their assumed jobs as contributors to upholding the integrity of black music and the black community.