Who Does Hip-Hop Belong To?

Sometimes the things that are most dear to us belongs to someone else. Sometimes the person you love the most belongs with someone else. Sometimes you let what you love go and t never returns. Sometimes you know you are going to lose something or someone you love too soon, and it doesn’t seem fair.

Hip-hop is something I love dearly that I know all too well belongs to someone else. It belongs to a certain kind of culture that is used to other cultures copying them and pretending it belongs to them. Those it belongs to feels a resentment that burns much hotter than another “culture” with a much, much lighter skin tone will ever know. Hip-hop is something that does not belong to me but it is something I am allowed to have in my life nonetheless.

That is what a lot of Caucasians, especially those who live in the Northwest Hemisphere and he UK forget and take for granted. Some have been around enough to know this and do not care to teach this to the younger generations. I am not one of those people.

Hip-hop is an independent, urban movement that began in 1970’s Bronx, New York City. It changed the definition of the term “emceeing”. Emceeing technically means “the master of ceremonies”. It was derived in the 1600’s and it is describing the person who is an official that presided over royal ceremonies. According to wiki, the first records of emceeing emerged from America in the 1930’s. “MC” means “master of ceremonies.

MCing thrived beyond the Bronx. It made its way, district by district, across the urban developments of New York City. The pioneers and inventers of hip-hop were African American. Hip hop is known throughout the scene as “urban poetry”. It became an outlet for African Americans to express themselves in a way that belonged to them and them only. After years of Caucasians ripping artistic mediums out of black communities they way they did with rock and roll. This type of music was supposed to be for the black communities. It was invented to help heal the wounds of oppression African Americans were forced to deal endure not just when slavery was legal, but from the wounds brought forth by the civil rights movement.

Hip-hop took root during urban house parties, BBQ’s, and block parties in the Bronx. According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, it became more mainstream in the 198’s and 1990’s. It is where rap was born. Both are a music style that blends instrumental music with rhythmic and or rhyming speech. For example, “gangster rap” is not the same as hip-hop. Hip-hop is lyrical and does not concentrate on the African-American men who invented it, or does it concentrate on violence, drugs or misogyny against black women.

Hip-hop contains the following four elements: deejaying (or turntabling), rhyming, graffiti (also known as “graf”), and break dancing or “B-boying”, which is the dancing that is linked to hip-hop music.

The first popular DJ was Clive Campbell, aka DJ Kool Herc, and an 18-year-old Jamaican immigrant. With his two record turntables, Campbell would manipulate the oldest and newest vinyl records he owned on those turntables so that the two separate records melded together and created a new sound that no one had heard before. Other DJ masters included Grand Wizard Theodore, Africa Bambaataa, and Grandmaster Flash. They stretched the break beat by “scratching” it while both records played, which was invented by Grandmaster Flash.

From these urban house parties, BBQ’s and block parties also came hip-hop dancing, the improvisational art form that brought us break dancing and B-boying. This also created hip-hop B-boy battles. B-boys would wear different color handkerchiefs on their jeans to let people know they were a B-boy. Improved B-boy battles would happen all around New York City, thanks to the invention of the boombox, and is something that has become a tradition to this day.

George Clinton and Isaac Hayes contributed their Jamaican rhythmic speech known as “toasting”.

The first mainstream hip-hop hit was “Rapper’s Delight” by the Sugarhill Gang in 1979. Since then, hip-hop has been an outlet for African Americans and black artists around the world in general. It belongs to them, no matter how many white MC’s make their breakthroughs. It is a privilege to listen to and their form of therapy. Hip-hop has saved and nourished countless black lives. It matters.

(ps: I can rap. karaoke, but it still counts!)

Why Young Black Americans Join Gangs and Why Black Americans Need a White Asset in Their Life

A shooting happened at a backyard BBQ in Fairfield, New Jersey. The cause of the shooting? Gang violence. There is a turf war between the Southside Young Boys and The Northside Young Boys. This turf war has been active since the 1960’s. Usually this gang does not involve actually shooting at people during confrontation. One witness said they let off a couple of rounds. This time, the shots lasted up to ten minutes. The shooting took the life of two people: Asia Hester, 25 and Kevin Elliot, 30. No one had heard any kind of commotion or arguing prior to the shooting.

The first thing that springs to mind when someone asks me why I think teenagers think it is a good idea to join a gang is because it provides a false sense of security. They usually have no sense of security from one or both their parents or teachers. Their parents decided not to be their own children’s role models so they were forced to fend for themselves. They may have disingenuous teachers that are there for a paycheck or are listless due to the fact that they reached their tenure. They have teachers who ignore the “bad eggs” and their potential and focus on the “good eggs” in their classrooms. In America, if you live in a low-cost urban community and are a person of color, you are much more likely to be pegged as a “bad egg” than white students. Funding for schools that are predominantly black have a tendency to have their funding cut and cut and cut. This isn’t a coincidence or an accident. This is American white supremacy fueling the stigma that American people of color, especially black Americans, are destined to be nothing more that a gang member, a drug dealer, a rapper or a basketball all star. They are deterred from learning any kind of trade that could give them any kind of real power in big business because of capitalism. Capitalism is rooted in white supremacy. Old crusty white men run America, and there should be an age limit as to how old you can be to become the POTUS.

Old white men are elected into office to keep their boots on the necks of the descendants of African Americans who were once enslaved. Black Americans are subliminally set up to fail. Not just by the American educational system (a system built on lies), but by Big Media as well. (A lot of Americans do not know that 90% of all American media is run by the few major corporations of the world. That is not journalism, that is agenda.)

Gangs were actually formed by disingenuous Black American men who felt betrayed by how they were treated after they had joined the army and served their country, dragged into wars that have nothing to do with them by crusty old white men who dragged them from Africa.

American gangs were born after the pressure cooker of racism the Klu Klux Klan created by picking up where they left off after World War I. The Black Panther Party was also created as a means of vigilantly justice to help keep the streets of predominately black neighborhoods safe from racist white cops. That’s what American gangs were formed from: vigilantly justice. Protecting their own because some of the white boys in blue refuse to.

I was not raised in a hoity-toity suburb. I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was raised in and still live next to “the hood”. The only women who stuck up for me when I was getting bullied were black women. Literally every really bad bully I had to deal with growing up was a white girl. It got so bad that I had to once round up a group of my black girlfriends to hand the ass back to some stupid white bitch (whose nickname was “ground beef” because that’s how bad her acne was) that my then boyfriend was cheating on me with. My white privilege came in handy when I asked the crossing guard if Ground Beef had gotten off of the school bus, and the crossing guard let me know she was indeed home. She was too chicken-shit to come out of her house that day, of course.

I have never in my life been harassed by any Black American. Black Americans have embraced me since I was a little girl. Why I do not know. I was never pegged as a “wigger”, I was never harassed about my white privilege, I was actually accepted into their group. All of my bullies have been white girls or black women who pretend to be white. Every time I was in a group of white girls at school I got bullied.

The funny thing about that is, when I was hanging out with my black school mates, no white girl ever stepped to me. Ever.

My white privilege opened doors for people of color who could not open the door themselves. My connections protect them. Use me for my resources, I’m begging you! I protect black people’s safety because they always protected mine. I don’t know what it was like to deal with “reverse racism” like Eminem did. I wish we went to school together because those bullies would have been eating their teeth for a week if I ever caught them beating up a white boy just for being white. Black women taught me how to fight. There’s no hair pulling with this bitch: I will slap you Big Willy Style, trust and believe.

If I ever were to witness a Karen getting in the face of ANY person of color that I am within spitting distance of, bet on it that I’m going to introduce my can of mace to their eyeballs.

I digress.

I have a story to tell about a black female neighbor of mine. It is a heartbreaking story and an event that I am still in shock over and have not quite recovered from. I do not know if I will every fully recover from it.

Stay tuned for that tale. Make sure you have a box of tissues.

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