I have seen some stunningly insincere and weaselly non-apologies in my day, but the recent remarks by Geraldo Rivera are so incredibly devoid of regret or intent to repair damage done that I’m taken aback that anyone would stoop to using the word “apology” in the same paragraph as any reference to them.
I don’t think I have ever read or heard someone who is pretending to apologize spend so much more breath staunchly insisting that what they are pretending to apologize for was noble, brave, and unimpeachably correct.
I apologize to anyone offended by what one prominent black conservative called my ‘very practical and potentially life-saving campaign urging black and Hispanic parents not to let their children go around wearing hoodies,’
That is a thirty-word sentence. The first six mimic the barest minimum form of apology, where you patronize those thin-skinned souls who were unfortunate enough to suffer the emotional condition of “offense,” and then it’s twenty-four successive lightning bolts of self-congratulation. That is 1/5th apologetic at best. That is less than Robert MacNamara is sorry for Viet Nam, and he kind of still thinks that was pretty clever. Geraldo isn’t apologizing, he is CROWING like a BIG COCK.
Rivera said that “by putting responsibility on what kids wear instead of how people react to them I have obscured the main point that someone shot and killed an unarmed teenager,” and that he was offering a “sincere and heartfelt apology” to anyone he may have offended in his “crusade to warn minority families of the danger to their young sons inherent in gangsta style clothing; like hoodies.”
He carefully chooses the word “responsibility” to sort of sound like he’s acknowledging that he placed BLAME upon Trayvon and family for what was done to the kid - which he did do - but to elide quite doing so, and instead reiterate his position that “minority families” are accountable to not make themselves look, in his breathtaking words, “gangsta.”
He is, can you believe this, not only standing his ground but digging his heels more deeply into it. It does not get less apologetic than this, my dear news media, so please PLEASE stop reporting that he has apologized. The news is that Geraldo has NOT apologized, but has instead used the word “apology” so cheaply and liberally that it may be some time before anyone is able to genuinely say they’re sorry for anything again.
You fucking asshole; you galoot; you maniac, Geraldo. You’re gonna fucking presume to WARN MINORITY FAMILIES? Motherfucker, THEY KNOW.
MINORITY FAMILIES - YOU IDIOT - ARE ON TOP OF THIS ONE.
How sick is this. I can’t abide watching it unfold. One numbskull’s remarks on the matter of course are not even close to the worst thing about the killing of Trayvon Martin, but it says so much. There’s no pretending that he’s the only person who feels this way. There’s no pretending that the fact that many, may people feel this way is what makes perpetual the condition of elevated danger for people of colour in white America.
It’s not just offensive, Geraldo Rivera; you didn’t just get people’s knickers in a twist. You are making people DEAD with the attitudes you reveal when you speak this way. YOU are more to blame for his death than any article of clothing.
People always ask me for proof or some citation whenever I say that there’s been a lack of corroboration from Cypress Hill that they were influenced by Rammelzee’s performance on “Beat Bop” with K-Rob.
This previously unreleased interview that Ego Trip did with Rammel thirteen years ago (whoah) provides more citation than I’ve been able to muster online, previously. But I mean… whenever they were asked their influences, it was all “Black Sabbath” this, and “Mellowman Ace” that, and maybe that explains Sen Dog but COME ON.
Well, whether or not you yourself like the song it has influenced a lot of people. Rammellzee: HOW?!?
People always point to how different lyrics from “Beat Bop” have been sampled by the Beastie Boys or Cypress Hill. Your style – how’d you call it? Rammellzee: The gangster duck, Barshaw. This dude right here [Rammell points to one of his masks representing that character’s voice]. The purple duck right there with the teeth and the hat. That was the voice for [“Beat Bop”]. As I was making each one of these costumes I was developing characters. And they didn’t want you to do that either. They wanted you just to have a straight face. Wear the baggy clothes, or the tight leather clothes at the time. And talk either about girls or crime.
Well, I can do that. But you can’t just keep doing that because… Ramm, you’re developing your own mythology, here. You have to talk about [subjects] like what I talked about on the last record [I did] – about the horrors. And they simply didn’t understand. Lots of people didn’t understand that you could make masks and act out or portray something. When they’re coming up with this reference of gangsterism, you gotta show your face. Don’t wear a mask, what are you hiding? Well, I was hiding one personality to develop another personality or persona. And now I ended up with seventeen of ‘em.
How do you feel about how certain folks picking up on the superficial aspects of the music – your delivery – versus the science behind it? Folks will hear a B-Real from Cypress Hill and say he was influenced directly by this style of delivery. Rammellzee: And they said that? I still don’t believe it. I don’t believe it. I believe B-Real has B-Real style. And so many people have told me that, yeah, he picked up on it. But I’m not dead yet. What happens if all of a sudden I come out [sounding like that again] – oh, they gonna all of a sudden switch and say I stole it from him? And you know that’s what they gonna because he’s got more rap.
Ignorant people might. Rammellzee: That’s micro populace or the populace. The commonality is 99.9 percent ignorant people.
They’ve even used specific words or phrases or whatever from “Beat Bop” in their songs and lyrics. Rammellzee: Like “Cypress Hill” – which ended up being the name of the band itself. But nobody believes it. I was the one who did it. And every time I put the record on I say, “See, it says it.” [People] still don’t believe it.
But you believe it. Rammellzee: I… yeah. I do. But I believe anybody coulda did that. A lot of people were saying, “Cypress Hill.” I used to go to Cypress Hill High to pick up girls. They would say it. [laughs] What’s so special about that – cuz I said it? Well, maybe it was because of the whiny voice I had at the time. Well, the voice is still there. It’s not gonna go nowhere. And if it do come up. If I would a did it here would it a been a problem to him? I don’t know. Nobody’s ever called me. The guy [B-Real] knows Futura, he knows Toxic – who used to be one of my students doing the burner, he knows all of these people. Why not make a phone call, let me do something wit’cha right quick? If people want me to do the Jean-Michel record like Jean-Michel wanted me to how come you guys with that much success can’t throw me one?
Fuck The Cops, I Got Superstar Props (but still...)
People who are aware that not everyone has the privilege of being served by the police, and even that the state justice system is flawed and unjust at it’s core, could in many cases however be demonstrating more awareness that not everyone has the privilege, or luxury, to NOT deal with them.
I see posts everywhere from kids who are not in danger, reiterating anti-snitch rhetoric they’ve co-opted from rappers imitating the drug dealers who stole it from revolutionary activists, and stating that no one must EVER speak to the cops, EVER, and I think it shows a real paucity of imagination.
I don’t think state security is merely imperfect, I actually agree that cops and the punitive corrections system they feed into are bad solutions to any problem. I think the philosophy is corrupt. But sometimes, some people in bad situations need bad solutions.
And you tweeting, tumbling, Facebooking anarcho-punks are not actually forming posses of community police to offer alternatives. so lay off people who need help to be safe.
Find a critical response to state security that doesn’t shame people who lack better resources.
(PS raise your hand if you hate cops, think the criminal justice system is 100% bad and useless, and yet have expressed frustration lately that George Zimmerman wasn’t charged. If your hand is up, congratulations you are a complex hypocrite, like we all are. If it isn’t, then WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.)
Some delightful anonymous asker posted a link to a post on The Awl about the hip-hop history class that schoolteacher Becca Simone just gave to her grade 9 students at FDR High School in NYC. That article linked to the tumblr post I’m reblogging below, and you know I’m going to take the test in the privacy of my own home. According to the tags to the original post, Ms. Simone (not “Miss” Simone as The Awl called her) will grade the test if you take it, but I’m sure by now she’s likely overwhelmed by people who found out about it in this way.
But you know what? I might give it a shot… just in case… and I’ll share my score with you if she gets to it.
No googling! No wikipedia! No new research or refreshers of any kind! Let’s see how I do…
Man, I don't know how it's even possible that I've missed you until now - yay for smutty bear blogs that lead you into better, brighter shores! I love your beats, I love your flow. Whether or not it's something you'd appreciate, I find you to be an insanely handsome fellow... As such I felt it necessary to hit you up in person and divulge my platitudes.
Um you better believe I appreciate it, my rawking ghost friend. Maybe it is shallow of me to appreciate compliments to my appearance as much as, or even slightly more than, to my art… but like, I’m pretty cocky about being good at rap (you have to be, or they won’t let you make it). I’m relatively new to this kind of praise.
I usually try to stay away from Katy Perry on principle, mostly because she thinks “tr*nny” and “hoodrat” jokes are hi-fucking-larious, and also because I never know exactly what to make of her. Since her debut with the amazingly terrible 2008 single, “I Kissed a Girl,” I have done numerous one-eighties in approaching her career. What does she want? Who is she appealing to? Is it dudes? Is it women? Is it dudes and women on the sly? Is it sex and fun or sexy fun? Is it all of the above? (Am I overthinking this?)
“because the police officer who said women should stop dressing like sluts to avoid being victimized was talking about me and he was talking about you and he was talking about all of us. … because the slut card can be pulled out at any time and you never know when it will be used against you.”—
I’m not editing this quote because I don’t agree with it; I think it’s 100% on point. But I took out some stronger triggering content because I’m subverting it a little bit right now and I don’t want to spring that on anyone just for this purpose.
I have a theory that I’m working on where we are all fat. Everyone, at every size. And I think it works out extremely parallel to what’s being expressed about the epithet “slut” in this quote.
Someone’s putting it on you, no matter who you are, all of the time. The magazine puts it on you. The television puts it on you. The yogurt packaging puts it on you.
Lose ten pounds. Lose ten more. How to lose the last ten. (You disappear.)
There is thin privilege, but it’s a lot more limited (in my estimation) than a lot of us not-thin people imagine, because our imaginations are damaged by the ideals pounded into us by body-shamers and fat panic.
Let’s think about this a bit more, okay? I’m not ready to lay it out definitively.
“I have to be honest, if I was doing a new scott pilgrim book in 2012 I could make a LOT of money and get a LOT of tumblr notes (lol). But listen, I’m really married to the idea that stories have beginnings, middles and ends. I set out to make a story that had an ending. I’m always bummed out by manga that goes on for 30+ volumes and just seems to be going nowhere.”—
Bryan Lee O’Malley answering fan questions on his tumblr.
I originally wanted to excerpt just the first sentence because it’s really funny, but then he went on to express something very dear to my critical emotions, which is SOMETIMES SHIT CAN BE FINISHED.
You are not Black Women. Stop. Stop it right now. Get those filthy ideas out of your head. You are White Men. Not Black Women. White Men. Being a Black Woman isn’t some sassy costume you can elect to put on whenever you feel like it because you watched a Madea film. You are…
Ah god dammit and piss. I was really enjoying this enormously long and dense article; this insightful blog post hopping up and down all over this really great study about why studies are largely bullshit or at least used for bullshit much of the time, and the dude who wrote it was keeping it in lay enough terms that I was totally on top of everything and not getting lost at all, and I was just getting ready to do this precise action and post the link for all of you to peruse at your leisure, …
…and then bam the writer punches me right square in the whole body with the most basic and unexamined fat crisis nonsense all in a few dense and cheeky paragraphs and he tries to play as though he is not doing what he is doing by employing the following stunningly unaware sentence:
“The point is not just to rehearse the typical alarmist discussion of the ‘obesity epidemic,’ but also to point out the profound potential implications of radical differences in activity environments for children during their development.”
Ah, the point is not JUST to do that. No, in addition to rehearsing the typical alarmist discussion of the politely scare-quote-ensconced ‘obesity’ ‘epidemic,’ young son over here has some other stuff he’s trying to do.
Well, grand. Great. Thanks very much. Here’s the stupid link to your stupid excellent article, Greg Downey of Neuroanthropology.net, and I hope you wheeze on it a little. (“Choke” felt too mean to type.)
But listen up, weirdo. When you go on to write
“The WEIRD tend to think of themselves as unusually healthy, and by measures of things like infectious disease rates, death from accident, and infant mortality, they certainly are. But from a broad, cross-cultural view, the extraordinary inactivity of the WEIRD, coupled with their access to very energy dense, highly processed food sources, makes them outliers in ways that I’m not sure we fully comprehend.”
…then what you have written is pretty much “sure if we measure HEALTH,” - you forgot to include longevity and quality of life in advanced years btw - “this population would appear to be healthy, but I’d like to imagine some way in which they are not for reasons which one can only presume are very, very similar to the reasons for asserting universalities absent their evidence, later in the same article. Duh.”
Just ponder the implications of all the things about recognizing diversity among and between populations both physiologically and psychologically that rain down on the simple, plug-dumb ideas of square nutrition and exertion that you relied upon to say the harmful stuff that wrecked your great blog article which I liked, but don’t anymore.
Is it even possible to get the B.R.E.A.K. tracks anymore?
Not right now. I have the following sequence of thoughts about every eighteen months:
I should set my fancy tape deck up so I can rip that last copy of B.R.E.A.K. and put it online.
No, wait! NO-ONE SHOULD EVER HEAR THE RHYMES OR BEATS OF SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD JESSE!!
Oh, what’s the worst thing that could happen. Okay, I’ll set it up.
Or… no… wait! I should rip the master from the DAT tape I mixed it down to when I first released it!
Except no-one on earth has a DAT machine I could rip it from. Duh, jeez.
Okay what I should do then is hook up my 4-track and mix it down all over again. No, wait! I should mix down each track separately and… NO! I should re-render the beats from the original *.IT files, all to separated stems so they can be mixed properly, and mix the vocals and other effects down from the 4-track to their own tracks, and get the whole thing properly remastered.
If you are into Das Racist’s music (and I assume you are), you certainly know Wesleyan alum Khalif Diouf aka Le1f. This New York rapper, producer and dancer is the beatmaker behind Das Racist’s “Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell” and “Jungle Fever”, a song in which he also dropped a memorable verse.
Le1f’s long-awaited debut album “Dark York” is finally coming out on April 15 via Greedhead. Here is the first single “Mind Body”.
Damn I’ve been hearing this dude’s name all over for a minute now, and I keep missing him at different festivals… I didn’t realize he was the guest on the original “Jungle Fever,” though, or that he produced the corny but hilarious beat for “Combination…”