Or how our emotional investments in questionable symbols of Black excellence continue to fail us.
I have three thoughts about the large engagement of African American energy in Diddy’s innocence from creating a criminal enterprise over an azz of one.
“Tight p**sy”.
“Loose shoes”.
A “warm place to s**t”.
You should Google that. Or read this.
Out of the racketeering, sex trafficking, and prostitution-related charges, Diddy beat the first two while owning up to beating Cassie Ventura — a video the world’s seen at this point.
I can see why he and his team are celebrating a ‘W’, but how about the rest of us?
The Race to Prove Butz is Right
C’mon, team — just because U.S. Secretary Earl Butz wrote that real life script 49 years ago, y’all didn’t have to line up for casting calls outside the courthouse these past few weeks!
And sadly, I can’t say you’re method acting.
Passions are shallow? I hate to say it, but they’re on-pattern.
Your comforts need to be immediate.
And watching what you’ve become comfortable with doesn’t speak well for the race. Or the future.
Taking glory hugs over the prosecution’s weak assumptions about why Diddy beat Cassie Ventura is bad enough — those emotional scars seem real.
But the way some of you rushed to throw on your parasocial shock trooper suits and march past a brutal domestic violence video to make another point? That’s next-level villainy.
And what point was that?
Which facet of Black excellence were you fighting for?
Diddy’s brand won’t complain about any of this.
Rockefeller Also Has a Point
Didn’t John D. Rockefeller say “I’d rather earn 1% off a hundred people’s efforts than 100% of my own”?
Without ever posting a job listing, Diddy tapped into a reliable supply of emotional labor — fans willing to work every day since the mogul’s indictment to fight for his name.
Nothing against the Brother’s wealth, but I find it ironic that shock troopers were nearly falling over each other to contribute their one percent to a mercurially drug-addled woman abuser so that he can keep his place among the one percent. Which brings up another thought …
Volunteered Slavery
No surprise that Rahsaan Roland Kirk’s right again.
We seem so willing to emotionally and financially support structures that don’t serve us. Entertainers and today’s over-the-top fan culture seem always ready to take our hearts on such a ride.
Meanwhile, we have more domestic violence victims to ignore.
Black babies continue to die.
HBCUs remain underfunded.
Public education continues to under-prepare children for the future.
Black families and their generational wealth continue to suffer from their financial miseducation — and the longstanding predators who feed on them.
But long live Diddy and public baby oil shower celebrations, right?
And once again, we do the most to prove Earl Butz wrong by doing the most to prove him right.
Diddy is neither the revolution, the answer, or the question. He’ll always be our distraction …
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