This album is on heavy rotation right now.
This commercial was my introduction into Capitalism. Here’s stuff you can’t get flaunted in front of you.
Next trip. Next week.
Three African-American Teenagers Arrested For Waiting While Black [TW: Racism, Ethnocentrism, White Privilege]
A police officer arrested three teens last week as they were standing outside a store in downtown Rochester, New York. Their crime: Waiting for a school bus.
The three boys — Raliek Redd, 16, Deaquon Carelock, 16, and Wan’Tauhjs Weathers, 17 — are star athletes at Edison Tech high school, and were waiting to be taken to a basketball game when they were spotted by an officer.
It seems the store adjacent to their pick-up spot was being monitored by police due to past complaints from the owner of teens loitering outside.
The officer asked the teens to disperse, but they explained that they were waiting to be picked up by a bus. The officer again asked the teens to disperse.
"We tried to tell them that we were waiting for the bus," Wan’Tauhjs told WHEC. “We weren’t catching a city bus, we were catching a yellow bus. He didn’t care. He arrested us anyways.”
The three were charged with with disorderly conduct and obstructing the sidewalk.
While they were being handcuffed, their coach, Jacob Scott, arrived at the scene and attempted to reason with the cop.
"He goes on to say, ‘If you don’t disperse, you’re going to get booked as well," Scott recalled. “I said, ‘Sir, I’m the adult. I’m their varsity basketball coach. How can you book me? What am I doing wrong? Matter of fact, what are these guys doing wrong?’”
A school board member has since come out in defense of the arrested teens, saying this is not a new phenomenon.
"I’m very concerned about a pattern of young people being abused by police authority," Rochester City School Board Member Mary Adams is quoted as saying. “To me, this seems like a really clear case, part of a pattern.”
The boys were scheduled to enter their plea before a judge last Friday, but their hearing has been postponed until December 11.
So, I’m walking yesterday and this song comes on. I don’t know Guilty Simpson like that (except for Dilla albums) so, please— I need a late pass on his solo stuff. I was immediately taken into zone-out mode. Following the lyrics, I had an epiphany about music.
Stones Throw is not the most famous label in the world. Most of their music is incredibly dope but most hip hop heads today aren’t familiar with their line-up. When I bring this up, I’m almost immediately on the defensive for inferences of hipsterism or music snobbery. While many may be drawn to less popular music because they want to be seen as such, I appreciate this music for an entirely different reason.
At my job, there is a constant pissing contest of who knows the most. So many people we meet, coworkers, temps, suppliers, even clients— BS us. You almost need a sixth sense to know when someone is fraudulent. As soon as you realize that, you rarely take them serious when they try to add value to something. The same thing happens in music. The same thing happens in life. Have you ever met someone with street claims whose slang is off? or someone who makes a statement that makes you immediately check them? someone who is just a little off. That’s the feeling I get with so many rappers, like “that last move/statement is questionable.”
Something about this song jumped out at me to say “Dude knows what he’s talking about.” I don’t know- I look for genuine experiences in music. There is something satisfying about listening to an MC who you can’t really check in any way. His schemes are quality and his content is on point. There is nothing super-witty about the song but simply put— it’s real. That’s why I listen to this.
I experience shame and self-reproach more or less continually. The only way to deal with it is to keep trying to immerse myself in the fictional dream and hope that good sentences come out of that. Once there are good sentences on the page, I can feel a loyalty to them and start following their logic, and take refuge from myself.
When I was growing up, Charles “The Natural” Murray was the local hero. Dude can throw down.
So you wanna get your ugly face on TV…