© 11 April 2007, The Griot Poet
What duck-billed platypus had the temerity and demented sense to pass down the twisted, christened name of Don Imus?
Because I must admit he is literally the “pot calling the kettle black” as his own mane looks most mornings whacked, like beavers in heat used his mop for bedding, flip-flopped and tossed, tingled with static like he’d stuck his tongue in a light socket!
I cringe at the chagrin of our two-faced outrage: 50 cent has spit worse epithets than “nappy-headed ho” or “jiggaboo,” and we get mad at Oprah because she challenges LUDACRIS to up his game and won’t allow that kind of trash on her stage or show!
We need to turn a page on this long-needed discussion on gender and race in the public square.
Thank the noble women from Rutgers University that were achieving athletically and academically for pulling the sheets off this bed of public hypocrisy (and forgiving their repentant tormenter).
Let’s not forget:
Rush Limbaugh calling Barack Obama a “Halfrican”;
Newt Gingrich: “Spanish is the language of the ghetto” (news to me);
Bill Bennett on CNN: “Aborting black babies would lower the crime rate”;
Michael Richards N-word rant
And Howard Stern, Savage, O’reilly, Scarborough and other “schlock jocks of slant TV and radio”
Dancing between their own “views” and real “news” like lying Pinocchio
Puppeteered by their corporate master Jepetto
The same CEO that controls the rap music industry with the driving beats
Hypnotizing urban and suburban kids with a love for the streets
Glamorizing a “diamond in the back, a sunroof top, digging the scene with a gangster lean”
Until living clean is perverted and obscene, and smoking blunts, performing illicit sex stunts and shooting guns at images of your own reflection a path to glory and a quest for Nirvana!
I must thank Don Imus before ending this story, his professional mishap (chronicled over the years) revealing this work so well:
If WE want to stop the hate-filled words, WE must stop using them ourselves!