By Jineea Butler
“We talking ’bout fiction or we talking ’bout fact? You talking ’bout fiction? Hold up, pardon my back…”— Jay–Z, “What We Talkin’ About”
I’ve been at a lost for words lately watching all the New World Order-like advancements unravel before our eyes. From Stand your Ground to Stop and Frisk, war is being waged on those who refuse to follow the “logical” standards of our society. And there have been a long list of murders, both old and new: Jordan Davis, Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant and Ramarley Graham. Why have people lost what little respect they had for our community? Why have they turned their backs and begun to raise deadly guns again?
Another sign of the times is that the NFL has to ban the N-word so people, including men of color, won’t continue to wreak havoc on those around them. Municipalities are stepping up to place some limits on unacceptable words and behavior.
Mound Mall in central Indiana, for example, has placed a ban on wearing raised hoodies while shopping. This is to ensure that mall security can see your face. Many municipalities are banning sagging jeans because no one wants to see our men’s underwear, dirty or clean.
But, why should others do what we should be doing for ourselves?
While the NFL is moving to outlaw the N-word, we have an out of control epidemic in our community of young people calling each other the N-word and fighting for the ability to use the derogatory language. Even some esteemed black sports writers have defended us of the derogatory term in columns and in panel discussion, including a recent one hosted by ESPN.
For the second consecutive year, Young Money Cash Money Billionaires produced content during Black History Month that desecrated the images of our celebrated ancestors. All of the urban reality shows highlight stereotypical images of us fighting, usually for no justifiable reason and black women who end up being scandalous homewreckers.
Do you think these images do not play out in how people perceive our culture?
People are anticipating tension and confrontations when interacting with us. They are turning their noses up at the thought of what we might are they anticipating our moves when they never met us before? In fact, they have me us—on television, overhearing our conversations on the train, the music we produce, the disrespect we allow, the violence in our communities, the number of high school drop-outs, the outrageous AIDS rates, the nasty attitudes.
Do you need me to go on? Are you telling me that they have no right to feel some type of way about the behavior they are witnessing? No right to feel that they have to protect themselves and their family from what they believe to be a harm to their lives or livelihood?
Don’t get me wrong: I am not saying that people should be able to arm themselves and get away with murder. However, I am saying we play a role, often a negative role, in how others look at us.
When do we arm ourselves with the tools and the skill sets that will prepare our families to survive and prosper generations in this society? Why don’t our topics of discussion extend beyond the latest episode of Scandal? To borrow from Jay-Z, What are we talking about? More importantly, what are we doing?
Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, Sandra Bullock and even relatives of Mitt Romney have all adopted black children. They are doing that while millions of blacks, even those who can’t bear children, show no interest in providing loving homes to black children stuck in orphanages or bouncing from one group home to another.
Meanwhile, we support all of the [you fill in the city] “Housewives” on TV, we buy CDs that insult black women and we basically send a message to the world that we’re fine with how we are perceived and portrayed. But, if we are going to demand respect from others, we must first command respect among ourselves.
That’s what we should be talking about.
Jineea Butler, founder of the Social Services of Hip Hop and the Hip Hop Union is a hp hop analyst who investigates the trends and behaviors of the community and delivers programming that solves the “hip hop dilemma.” She can be reached at email@example.com or Tweet her at @flygirlladyjay.