Blackface and More: We Have Run Out of Excuses for Willful Ignorance
Socially conscious rappers selling their music to college-educated people who are already aware of the issues but do nothing about it simply supply entertainment. It sounds good, and it feels good, but without commercial influence this music will change absolutely nothing. It's 2013 and the planet is going through a volatile menstrual cycle that will likely wipe us all out. We're so far gone there's basically no way to save ourselves. We can establish checkpoints and set new standards for the the sake of delaying the onslaught caused by the damage we've done to the environment, but at this point all we're truthfully doing is searching for a way to slow down the postal service as they deliver us to hell in a handbasket. In the midst of trying to figure this out we're plagued with a long list of egotistical narratives that will blindside us until it's too late.
In the 1600s they could afford to be ignorant because they weren't as educated as we are. They also didn't have automobiles, nuclear bombs, Styrofoam cups or microwaves. The world they lived in wasn't as innovative as ours. They thought women were second-class citizens, and racial supremacy among specified ethnic groups was the order of the day because these pitiful bastards didn't understand human biology. We, however, have the Internet in the palm of our hands. We literally can do anything. Yet for some reason our collective intellect is often on the same exact wavelength as the people who assumed the planet was flat. They also thought the sun was a living, breathing god. They believed religious relics fell from heaven and gifted us supernatural powers. We abolished all of these ridiculous notions by utilizing the marvels of modern-day science, but we still hold on to the most primitive beliefs from their era. We're addicted to hatred, war, greed and more hatred. In the meantime, our realest problems have evolved and gained muscle in the name of destroying us all.
The Internet does not live and die with Facebook and Twitter. There are a gazillion satellites above our heads, orbiting the planet. The universe is now literally a ready-made Hot Pocket with easy access. You want to look at the surface of Mars? No problem -- Google it. You can literally sit in your living room and view a picture of the Titanic in the exact place it sunk. I do it all the time, and I love it. I Google images of stars and worlds from distant galaxies. It's mind-blowing to say the least. There are no more boundaries or roadblocks. Last week I thought about the fact that I've collaborated with Grammy Award-winning artists who wouldn't know I existed if not for the Internet. I can read about anything my heart desires. I can watch any type of documentary that comes to mind. I can stay in touch with high school classmates for the rest of my life.
Racism is one of those things that clearly places limitations human development. We all know how I feel about this subject, so let's move on and get into the meat of our real problems. Lets talk about the fact that in a few years there is a huge possibility we'll all be deceased and this wonderful planet of ours will likely no longer be a suitable habitat for us. We live in a new generation, and we're supposed to have new problems. We're supposed to sit in the captain's chair on board the U.S.S. Enterprise and figure out the solutions to an entirely brand-new set of problems which our parents knew nothing about. The racism card was their problem, but unfortunately they did a horrible job of fixing the mess, so we're stuck with their tab. Meanwhile the universe has decided to break us off proper with more new problems that require energy from the most innovative minds of our generation. Too bad they're too busy barking at a bunch of idiots for throwing a tasteless Halloween party.
When will we learn?
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