LIFEBeat Called to Answer for Hiring Homophobic Artists for AIDS Benefit

LIFEBeat, the organization that works with musicians to raise public awareness to HIV/AIDS, hired two Jamaican dancehall artists–Beenie Man and Tok– for a July 18th NYC benefit concert that is specifically attempting to raise awareness of HIV/AIDS among people of Caribbean descent, who currently make up the majority of people of African descent here in NYC. Many Black LGBT New Yorkers are mobilizing against this concert, as they see it as a slap in the face, an HIV/AIDS organization would hire two artists that have recorded and performed songs about killing gay men & lynching lesbians, would then be called upon to perform at an HIV/AIDS awareness benefit concert. An organization, that also has gay members of the Board of Directors.

Led by Keith Boykin, many Black gay & lesbian bloggers have joined together in an online campaign to force LIFEBeat to cancel the appearances of those two artists. It’s actually very refreshing to see Black Lesbian & Gay folks mobilizing over an important issue, and exerting their power to see change, especially when it is not the result of yet another bashing or murder. Keith had tried to engage the LIFEBeat Executive Director John Cannelli on this issue, and he was met with an acknowledgement of the contradiction, but he simply refused to do anything about it. So the new coalition, Black LGBT Bloggers Against Anti-Gay Musicians are calling for them to shut down the show.

So, what do I think? While I support the initiative of LIFEBeat to try to raise public awareness of HIV/AIDS within the Caribbean community, I think it is so fucked up that LifeBeat would hire these artists (I think most people forget most artists still get paid their rate for benefits-they probably aren’t donating their time), when there are other prominent artists they could have gotten to attract the same community they are trying to reach who aren’t (at least) so vocally homophobic. And can we add sexist? If we also consider the HIV/AIDS epidemic and Black women (and the way Black women are treated in their videos) in the US and in the Caribbean, this choice of artist seems doubly problematic. Does LIFEBeat not see a connection between homophobic & misogynistic violence as part and parcel of the HIV/AIDS pandemic?

Do I think the artists should be barred from the show? I am trying to decide if this could be an opportunity to engage those artists around some of these issues—but it’s not like they are unfamiliar with the critique, so I highly doubt it. Do they really care, or is this another way to get paid and look good without any real commitment to the issue? Do we shut down the event? What happens to the potential $$ raised, or the potential people who would have been reached with the HIV prevention messages (which I think are often problematic in and of themselves) as concert-goers?

The final analysis is fuck LifeBeat. And I don’t really care if they raise $$ for their music program (The proceeds donated are to benefit their Hearts & Voices Project) . While I think that there are Black LGBT folks raising the stink this time is good, I also want some weigh-in from Black folks of Caribbean descent specifically to also be able to decide how they think the issue should be addressed. I think that the homophobic dancehall does impact Black LGBT folks born in America–African-Americans listen to and purchase dancehall music and I have been threatened with the phrases “batty man” and “chi-chi man” several times in NYC, but I think we also have to be conscious of not mirroring the bahavior and narratives of some of the white protests in the UK of Dancehall, and not use those same narratives, that further paint the Caribbean (and Jamaicans, specifically) as some cesspool of violence or “backwards.” It is helpful to have converrsations about the nuances of how we language our concerns, or what we strategically ask for in the process.

I also hope that we also mobilize to protest hip-hop artists like Ice Cube, 50 Cent, Dead Prez and Busta Rhymes (who assaulted a gay fan for touching him in South Beach this past March) when they turn up for performances at benefits or otherwise.

But thats an aside.

There is some conversations happening amongst Black LGBT Caribbean folks (both in the US and in the Caribbean) who are demanding that the $$$ should go to support some Caribbean based work like J-Flag. Would this also work for you?

So, I will leave you with the contact information of LIFEBeat execs, and you can choose to tell them what you want them to do:

Write your own letter to LIFEbeat:
LIFEbeat, Inc.
630 Ninth Avenue (between 44th and 45th Streets)Suite 1010
New York, NY 10036http://www.lifebeat.org/
Telephone: 212.459.2590
Toll-free: 800.AIDS.411
Fax: 212.459.2892
John Cannelli, Executive Director, x101, http://us.f325.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=jcannelli@lifebeat.org
Sarah Peters Manager, Operations, x119, http://us.f325.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=speters@lifebeat.org

The View Harasses Brandy

It seems as though without one Black woman on board to keep them in check, the women of The View don’t know personal space, boundaries or simple codes of behavior.

Apparently R&B star Brandy was on the show, and rumor has it her two appearances as co-host fo the past week were a kind of an on-air interview, as a possible replacement for Star Jones. This may be true, but upon watching, I was appalled at the manner in which Barbara Walters, Joy Behar and Elizabeth Hasselbeck asked Brandy any and all kind of inappropriate questions. The worst moment was when Barbara asked Brandy if her hair was real, and at the same time, stuck her hand up in Brandy’s hair.

Is she crazy?

The producer must have whispered something in their earpieces, or perhaps they notcied how uncomfortable they were making Brandy (though I doubt they were that self-observant), because they backed off en masse and began to make jokes about how poorly they were behaving towards their guest. Joy Behar, then responded that perhaps that that was why they were dwindling in numbers.

This shit reminds me of being in prep school/college/at work with white people who have not learned that Black people are not dolls, toys, or animals — there to entertain them.

Don’t beleive me? Watch the video:

Rappers Battle Oprah. Why?

This needs no further introduction. Just read it.

We Still Wear The Mask By
Dr.William Jelani Cobb

This essay originally appeared on Playahata.com.

We could have known that it would come to this way back in 1896. That was the year that Paul Lawrence Dunbar dropped a jewel for the ages, telling the world that “we wear the mask that grins and lies.” The poet’s point was that beneath the camouflage of subservient smiles, black folks of the Jim Crow era were hiding a powder keg of other emotions, waiting patiently for the chance to detonate. The thing is, Dunbar never got the chance to spit bars with 50 Cent or throw in a guest collabo on a Mobb Deep album. If he had, then he would’ve known that grins and lies were only half the story.

These days, camouflage is the new black. Glance at hip hop for less than a second and it becomes clear that the music operates on a single hope: that if the world mistakes kindness for weakness it can also be led to confuse meanness with strength. That principle explains why there is a permanent reverence for the thug within the music; it is why there is a murderer’s grit and a jailhouse tat peering back at you from the cover of damn near any CD you picked up in the last five years. But what hip hop can’t tell you, the secret that it would just as soon take to its deathbed is that it this urban bravado is a guise, a mask, a head-fake to shake the reality of fear and powerlessness in America. Hip hop will never admit that our assorted thugs and gangstas are not the unbowed symbol of resistance to marginalization, but the most complacent and passive products of it.

We wear the mask that scowls and lies.

You could see which way the wind was blowing way in the early 90s when Dr. Dre was being ripped off by white Ruthless Records CEO Jerry Heller, and nonetheless got his street cred up by punching and kicking
Dee Barnes, a black woman journalist, down a flight of stairs. In this light, hip hop’s obsessive misogyny makes a whole lot more sense. It is literally the logic of domestic violence. A man is abused by a larger society, but there are consequences to striking back at the source of his problems. So he transfers his anger to an acceptable outlet – the women and children in his own household, and by extension, all the black people who constitute his own community.

Nothing better illustrates that point than the recent Oprah Debacle. Prior to last month, if you’d heard that a group of rappers had teamed up to attack a billionaire media mogul you would think that hip hop had finally produced a moment of collective pride on par with the black power fists of the 1968 Olympics. But nay, just more blackface.

In the past two months, artists as diverse as Ludacris, 50 Cent and Ice Cube have attacked Oprah Winfrey for her alleged disdain for hip hop. It’s is a sad but entirely predictable irony that the one instance in which hip hop’s reigning alpha males summon the testicular fortitude to challenge someone more powerful and wealthy than they are, they choose to go after a black woman.

The whole set up was an echo of some bad history. Two centuries ago, professional boxing got its start in America with white slaveholders who pitted their largest slaves against those from competing plantations. Tom Molineaux. First black heavyweight champion came up through the ranks breaking the bones of other slaves and making white men rich. After he’d broken enough of them, he was given his freedom. The underlying ethic was clear: an attack on the system that has made a slave of you will cost you your life, but an attack on another black person might just be the road to emancipation.

The basis for this latest bout of black-on-black pugilism was Oprah’s purported stiff-arming of Ludacris during an appearance on her show with the cast of the film Crash. Ludacris later complained that the host had made an issue of lyrics she saw as misogynistic. Cube jumped into the act whining that Oprah has had all manner of racist flotsam on her show but has never invited him to appear – proof, in his mind, that she has an irrational contempt for hip hop. Then 50 threw in his two cents with a claim that Oprah’s criticism of hip hop was an
attempt to win points with her largely white, middle class audience. All told, she was charged her with that most heinous of hip hop’s felonies: hateration.

But before we press charges, isn’t 50 the same character who openly expressed his love for GW Bush as a fellow “gangsta” and demanded that the black community stop criticizing how he handled Hurricane Katrina?

Compare that to multiple millions that Oprah has disseminated to our communities (including building homes for the Katrina families, financing HIV prevention in South Africa and that $5 million she dropped on Morehouse College alone) and the idea of an ex-crack dealer challenging her commitment to black folk becomes even more surreal.

In spite of – or, actually, as a result of — his impeccable gangsta credentials, 50 basically curtsied before a President who stayed on vacation for three days while black bodies floated down the New Orleans streets. No wonder it took a middle-class preppie with an African name and no criminal record to man-up and tell the whole world that “George Bush don’t care about black folks.” No wonder David Banner – a rapper who is just a few credits short of a Master’s Degree in social work — spearheaded hip hop’s Katrina relief concerts, not any of his thug counterparts who are eternally shouting out the hoods they allegedly love.

The 50 Cent, whose music is a panoramic vision on black-on-black homicide, and who went after crosstown rival Ja Rule with the vengeance of a dictator killing off a hated ethnic minority did everything but tap dance when Reebok told him to dismantle his porn production company or lose his lucrative sneaker endorsement deal.

But why single out 50? Hip hop at-large was conspicuously silent when Bush press secretary Tony Snow (a rapper’s alias if ever there was one) assaulted hip hop in terms way more inflammatory than Oprah’s mild request: “Take a look at the idiotic culture of hip-hop and whaddya have? You have people glorifying failure. You have a bunch of gold-toothed hot dogs become millionaires by running around and telling everybody else that they oughtta be miserable failures and if they’re really lucky maybe they can get gunned down in a diner sometime, like Eminem’s old running mate.”

(We’re still awaiting an outraged response from the thug community for that one.) Rush Limbaugh has blamed hip hop for everything short of the Avian flu but I can’t recall a single hip hop artist who has gone after him lyrically, publicly or physically. Are we seeing a theme yet?

It’s worth noting that Ludacris did not devote as much energy to Bill O’Reilly — who attacked his music on his show regularly and caused him to lose a multi-million dollar Pepsi endorsement – as he did to criticizing Oprah who simply stated that she was tired of hip hop’s misogyny. Luda was content to diss O’Reilly on his next record and go about his business. Anyone who heard the interview that Oprah gave on Power 105.1 in New York knew she was speaking for a whole generation of hip hop heads when she said that she loved the music, but she wanted the artists to exercise some responsibility. But this response is not really about Oprah, or ultimately about hip hop, either. It is about black men once again choosing a black woman as the safest target for their aggression and even one with a billion dollars is still fair game.

Of all their claims, the charge that Oprah sold out to win points with her white audience is the most tragically laughable. The truth is that her audience’s white middle-class kids exert waaay more influence over 50 and Cube than their parents do over Oprah. I long ago tired of Cube, a thirty-something successful director, entrepreneur and married father of three children making records about his aged recollections of a thug’s life. The gangsta theme went cliché eons ago, but Cube, 50 and a whole array of their musical peers lack either the freedom or the vision to talk about any broader element of our lives. The reality is that the major labels and their majority white fan base will not accept anything else from them.

And there we have it again: more masks, more lies.

It is not coincidental that hip hop has made Ni@$a the most common noun in popular music but you have almost never heard any certified thug utter the word cracker, ofay, honky, peckerwood, wop, dago, guinea, kike or any other white-oriented epithet. The reason for that is simple: Massa ain’t havin’ it. The word fag, once a commonplace derisive in the music has all but disappeared from hip hop’s vocabulary. (Yes, these thugs fear the backlash from white gays too.) And bitch is still allowed with the common understanding that the term is referring to black women. The point is this: debasement of black communities is entirely acceptable – required even – by hip hop’s predominantly white consumer base.

We have lived enough history to know better by now – to know that gangsta is Sonny Liston, the thug icon of his era, threatening to kill Cassius Clay but completely impotent when it came to demanding that his white handlers stop stealing his money. Gangsta is the black men at the Parchman Farm prison in Mississippi who beat the civil rights workers Fannie Lou Hamer and Annell Ponder into bloody unconsciousness because their white wardens told them to. Gangsta is Michael Irvin, NFL bad boy remaining conspicuously mute on Monday Night Football while Limbaugh dissed Donovan McNabb as an Affirmative Action athlete. Gangsta is Bigger Thomas with dilated pupils and every other sweaty-palmed black boy who saw method acting and an attitude as his ticket out of the ghetto.

Surely our ancestors’ struggles were about more than creating millionaires who could care less about us and then tolerating their violent disrespect out of a hunger for black success stories. Surely we are not so desperate for heroes that we uphold cardboard icons because they throw good glare. There’s more required than that. The weight of history demands more than simply this. Surely we understand that these men are acting out an age-old script. Taking the Tom Molineaux route. Spitting in the wind and breaking black bones. Hoping to become free.

Or, at least a well-paid slave.
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PlayStation’s Racist ASS Ad


It’s been along time since I blogged. I know. It’s been a busy summer. I moved in with my boyfriend of three years, and have been working on several other projects, which has kept me from this blog. However, when I enter grad school this fall in Journalism at CUNY, I will be blogging all the time.

But a friend sent something to me today so disturbing that I felt I had no choice.

It appears that Sony Playstation is running an ad in the Netherlands that pissed me off to the point of having to write about it.

The ad is announcing the new Playstation Portable product coming out in a new white design, as oppposed to the original black line, and as you can see, uses human bodies to personify the switch. A white woman is clutching the jaw of a Black woman in a threatening manner, and the copy for the ad declares, White Is Coming.

In an interview with GamesIndustry.biz, a representative of SONY defends the ads, and denies any racial overtones. The representative states “All of the 100 or so images created for the campaign have been designed to show this contrast in colours of the PSPs , and have no other message or purpose.”

I suppose that because they have 100 different treatments for this ad campaign that we’re supposed to excuse it? Hell to the naw!

Tell SONY what YOU think:

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