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Whos Your Hero? ... The VIBE Mag Rebuttal.
September 20, 2006
....
When I was first asked to do an interview answering to VIBE's
concern
about reality shows and the mismanagement of female images in media, I
straight out flatly refused.
I'm neither arrogant, elitist, nor bitter, its just that the problems
with the topic are beyond articles, sound bites, and special one off
tele, broad, or even webcasts. It's worthy of
dissertation, educational curriculum, and books of new social science
containing cultural analysis yet to be published and exposed. Quite
frankly I
had my reservations until Danyel Smith took over the magazine (one
which to me has had the tendency of coming off like a cultural
coloring book). I wish the mag and VIXEN a testosterone-less good
look and luck. And it's the main reason agreeing to the issue here at
hand.
With that said, the question of how blacks are treated in the
world of
reality television is answered simply in that reality TV is not reality
at all. It's shot, canned, edited, and processed Amerikkkan style like
Mickey D fries, over 300 million served and told. The public should
know that Flavor's and other reality shows are shot five months
beforehand within a ten day span, so how stupid is it when people wait
week by week to find out something that at happened a half a year
before? Pavlovic eh?
It's no secret when we don't control things, they can end up
governing our existence. Black ownership in media is nil and none.
Maybe there's some negrownwership in the house, because corporations
(usually a squad of white males) need them around to create and
endorse 'niggers' - this avoids the race tag I guess. Black media tries
to justify parallel programming by saying they need numbers to stay
in business.
This is a root problem that quantifies black people in a
rating system of eyeballs and ears rather than the old school issue of
'quality' and 'feelin' it.
But the scientific effects go beyond race as most Americans generally
have
a poor grip on geography and history (i.e. a shameful 18% of US citizens
own passports, and many Americans we're surprised so many black folk
lived in New Orleans after watching the news drunken-ality of post
Katrina). When one studies mass communication you find that each
situation broke a giant genie out of and busted the bottle with it.
Martin Luther (not the king or the singer) with the printing press,
Marconi with radio, and various events leading up to post World War Two
invention of television. Television is considered the most powerful
weapon/tool created to inflict influence. More powerful than a hundred
trillion bibles, Korans, or Torahs in the minds of the masses. The
power as far as black folk is concerned is like a snapshot of a
gathering. If you were in that gathering and the snapshot was passed
around, the first person you look for is yourself. This is the basic
reason black folks flock and suck to the tube. Take science, drop it
in some perceived culture, and you can have some millennium pied
piper sht goin on.
Ok, before I lose you to whippings of ass distraction which is the
reality television credo; those powers that be move the M in 'the
masses', and
consider 'them asses' - just consumers. In a land where a village idiot
reigns at the top, it's no surprise that many citizens would be reduced
to 'vidiots'. Anti-lectualism and mass dumbassification puts big
brother on blast, thus television across five hundred channels comes
across as
candied stress relief away from the rigors of reality. Thus reality
gets created for mass consumption just like the black entertainment
and athlete gods are created by the 'godmakers' that the public does
not or
doesn't care to know.
When one examines the positioning of women and especially black women
in the media, again it's reduced to whatever sells. We've heard
that sex sells for the longest time but the past fifteen years
corporations
looking for numbers have perved their way into selling it to a
severely underage demographic. Just check the nearest sixth grader
nearest you. Reality TV, music, hip hop and their adult themes have
indirectly invited kids to the orgy.
This disturbance is Xeroxed, reflected, and re-emitted by hip hop in the
treatment of women. If mass media has basically been a locker room,
that women have had to find a safe corner haven, then hip hop is that
testosterone heavy, dude crib where the refrigerator's empty, rugs
filthy
garbage overflowed, unkept nasty bathroom for all to trip over the
debris. Videos have captured the eyeballs for years, and now if they
can roll ten to fifteen hot chicks per rapper/singer, marketing teams
( I'm so
sick of that wack term marketing 2006 = pimpin) can keep making ugly the
new cute...WTF!? This process has been followed by television
programming. To hell with an idea and script for the lowest
denomination.
But Viacom and reality shows are inseparable, the real world jumped
it off in the early 90's. What's more disturbed is that Christina Morgan
of MTV Networks, Debra L. Lee of BET, and Cathy Hughes of Radio One are
all black women, and presidents of the most powerful portals of
culture, image - portrayals that tens of millions of black folk visit
daily, and at the same time black women's images have never been so
low. ( a shameless plug here is all female rap group Crew Grrl Order
debut on my SLAMjamz.com label, it'll be interesting to see the
support of these womens' recordings by these mega conglomerates come
this October 2006)
Then again when Biggie told the crowd to rub your
privates if you love hip hop, and smart cats in fear of being called
'out' just did it cause Simon said it, what do you expect ten years
later?
This brings me to Flav's scenario. Yes, there is a problem but he's
been generally the same cat I pulled up from his humble beginnings
twenty-five years ago. Flav has always existed with a somewhat
conscious surrounding, and Public Enemy was a varied, diversified
collection of personalities, just as our neighborhood
depicted. And we reflected that black men we're still grouped in one
boxed Amerikkan cookie cutter category whether lawyer, clown,
militant, athlete, mechanic, drug dealer, drug addict, soldier,
academic cat, thug etc. At the crest of R&B (Reagan and Bush)
black life was considered valueless in Amerikka. Flav was Skittles and
Starburst to Professor Griff's okra and beets, and everything else we
did was in between. Somehow along the way black life and culture was
deemed
profitable, and the big great white male took interest and fought over
the seven seas of soul. Niggativity, which was a minority element in
the hood, had its DNA corporately extracted and created the climate for
a Flavor Of Love and others. It's called diminishing returns. I'm
glad Flav is busy, really not surprised at all ( been traveling and
living with dude all over the earth 20 years people, 56 countries, 54
tours....hello why would I be surprised?) But it's a double wince at
times when the stats say that its a well watched program by the masses
of blackfolk and the topic the next day amongst blackfolk at school
and work. Grown people mind you.
Personally I thought Flavor was the smartest cat in the room on
Surreal Life, and showed the heart he had in Strange love (although I
interjected when I heard a conflict was shot between he and his ex,
and I threatened VH 1 and the production company if they aired it,
we'd have problems...they were calling the conflict 'good TV'......
sht) When Flav told me he was doing a Flavor
version of the bachelor, I just laughed and wished him luck. Flavor
Flav is addicted to fame, he ain't never changed. When he has had run
ins with the law and some substance cases, it's been when his fame
was on
the low. In that position I know this magazine and other cultural
mags, shows, blogs etc, would cover the worst news unfit to print to
get black folk's knee jerk consumer response at the register.
After continued run ins and possible boredom in the Bronx, Hank
Shocklee and I suggested he head to California. Hollywood, the place
where every time I visit and leave there I have to take IQ rehab. You
must understand twenty years ago, myself and Hank formed a noisy rap
vehicle in words and sonic assault.
PE was to destroy music as we knew it, because it was elitist from a
position of black complacency. We knew individuals in the form of
Negroes and niggers marionetted in black guise, for the sake of getting
rich for self and never thinking, we're running abundant under those
blonde suits. At least we knew Flav would be the loudest in whatever
room, restaurant he was in. In a twisted way perhaps he was an
asteroid smash landed to possibly change the terrain of imagery, and
wake some people up.
The truth is that our image was forsaken in the 90's when drawing the
line was blurred, set back or didn't matter as much. Black folk started
calling athletes and entertainers 'heroes and legends' instead of
everyday people doing real and important things. Class clowns and
thugs were co signed and socially applauded and rewarded by lazier
working images and shielded by money. While teachers, and valedictorians
were being clowned, thus silencing the smartest kids in the room.
Corporation's millennium marketing big picture says Black people are
not asked we are told, and black women are simply just ordered whether
it's a demand or as virtual plate-side condiments.
We've gone from being laughed with to laughed at. Contrary to popular
belief things ain't gotta be hip
hop or have streetcred to cut across to us, but somebody better
reverse this momentum that Amerikkan whitefolks believe, or forever
culture here will be petri dished in a boardroom.
Ultimately this is a wake up call to prevent the 'falling off of black
America.' It has little to do with how much money one has, when
black folks stop praising and weighing cultural and social success to
things and individuals just because money is made, then some of the
climate will reverse itself. When culture and news props up those
with degrees and key community profile instead of putting celebrity
baby mama issues on the front blast page and reflects cats who work
everyday for our people with no gloss, floss and glory then the
climate will reverse. Perhaps Flavor is an introduction to black folks
killing off the nigger in ourselves.
This just in....the rest of PE continues to do and contribute socially
nationally and abroad, we're balanced as a structure and expect no
coverage or publicity campaign costing 6k a month. But I don't do
reality TV and won't bend for it. Amongst many things I've been on the
Air America Radio network the past three years with a black woman
co-host, Gia'na Garel,
boosting social-cultural-political opinions nationally and abroad. We
expect a minority of listeners, but also I realize the glaring fact
that if I'd merely robbed a gas station I wouldn't need a publicist,
I'd be put on blast on every black media outlet possible and every
black person beyond reading this would easily apply
my name to the negative, like what Eddie Johnson just went through .
So I would like this to be read, and thoroughly comprehended.
If not and it's fulla sht and too deep then there you have it. I'm
glad you've made it this far. Don't expect some reality show nearest
you, I'm not for sale and quick to telling people' nunya gd damn
bizness...
Gone....
'I cannot teach you, I can only help you explore yourself'
Bruce Lee
Chuck D
Mistachuck@rapstation.com
On The Real radioshow w Giana Garel Airamericaradio.com sunday nights
11p-1est.
www.publicenemy.com
www.SLAMjamz.com
www.rapstation.com
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