so p.j. rodriguez actually mentions my book act like you know in relation to imus, and strangely even my mom wants to know "what i think." and i just watched meet the press do an hour on it etc. so i'm going to have a fairly serious go.
now, first of all, as anyone with any acquaintance with my stuff knows, my default position is to defend anyone caught in the pc maelstrom as follows. if y'all had your way, our public discourse would amount to a speech by hillary clinton or john kerry: an absolutely empty set of cliches that no one could possibly disagree with, or indeed think about at all. one danger lurks in a public discourse of screeching racism or misogyny or something. another lurks in not having a public discourse at all, just a solemn unanimity about a thousand bromides. one feature of this is that public and private discourse detach themselves utterly from one another, so you have no idea what anyone thinks, if indeed anyone does. (my defense is self-defense: if you listened to what i might say in the course of a given lecture on political philosophy, it would freeze your blood.)
i feel a little differently about this case because it was directed against actual human beings, as opposed to mere public figures. if i threaten death and destruction to alberto gonzales and insult his mother - who obviously failed completely - or something, tough shit. but why would i want to insult matee ajavon (= the amazing rutgers guard)? so anyway, i think that we'd better listen in this case to what the people insulted say about how it made them feel. in this regard, imus has conducted himself pretty well in the apology phase, even if he was trying to save his ass. and i feel like he really should have apologized, because without any real discursive function he was just hurling nasty insults at young persons.
"nappy-headed ho" is certainly parasitic on african-american slang; it's just not something a white person says without that influence. it referred in large part to the darkness of the rutgers black girls, as opposed to the light skin in particular of the tennessee star candace parker. skin tone is the kind of thing that a lot of people - white or black - might notice, but which you're not supposed to say. (i watched the women's tournament, and can't say i thought about skin tone much; however it wouldn't be shocking if we found that a lot of the rutgers players originated in the ghettoes of nyc or, as with ajavon, newark, nj. i think this is one reason i got caught up in the rutgers team and was rooting them on; it's one of the reasons they seemed like underdogs. others: rutgers has never won anything. tennessee wins everything. they started out 2-4 or whatever it was. ajavon overcame a serious injury and is just a transcendently fine player. vivian stringer is a great coach without a national championship etc) there's still a de facto racism internal to blackness by skin tone, both in black and white cultures. [tell you what: the first black president is going to be...pale.] at any rate, the use of black slang, no doubt informed by hip hop, was an element in the comedy, though it's not any sort of excusing condition, as imus himself has said. still, we're in rich, interesting territory, which we might discuss rather than merely sticking our fingers in our ears.
at any rate, let's go on to the hip hop connection. i personally am amazingly tired of "gangstas" and their pimpin. um, if your ideal of gender relations is prostitution, you deserve, at a minimum, eternal damnation. it's at this point just insanely repetitive. on the other hand, you're a dork if you go to music to have your political positions confirmed, and the play with offense and transgression is central to pop music and in particular, black pop. check out ma rainey or blind willie mctell, circa 1920s. you've got to dig on the hyperbole and humor, as well as finding out something disturbing about individuals or cultures. actually, you do learn something about the state of the culture by listening; if they were delivering clintonesque yackety smackety, you'd have no idea what anyone ever thought about anything. i have absolutely no reservation about issuing the lastest ludacris album in its rankest form, even though i personally would rather listen to sage frances or something. and i let my children negotiate all this in any way they see fit.
i just want to say to all you pursed-lip offendeds: you are preparing your own doom. if you enforce a code of cliche, then violating that code becomes funny in itself: you create the humor you hate. and the fact that people will still say what they're not supposed to is, overall, important, good, and unkillable.
matee ajavon and candace parker. candace parker has extremely "good hair."
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