Never been a big fan of slave porn.
Roots
Amistad
Glory
12 Years a Slave
Although, must admit Django was surprisingly … surprising. An actual (albeit wholly fictional) happy ending.
Bit blatant that Django didn’t actually get to kill Calvin Candy … the German got to do that, so there’s that.
So, this whole business with the Diddler is not all that unexpected, it seems. He forgot his place, started demanding ownership rights to liquor sales … wanted to be an owner instead of just a high-end employee. {Leviticus 25:50}
Silly wabbit.
Michael Jackson bought the rights to the Beatles music … then got accused of kiddie diddling.
Bill Cosby made noises about buying NBC … then bastard offspring emerged from the shadows (his reputation), his only son gets murdered by a Ukranianism (his lineage), and he goes to jail for … woman diddling (his freedom). But he’s old, and he’s sick, and he got out on a seriously-stretched technicality. Been noticeably quiet since then.
R. Kelly has been … diddling young girls for years.
(“What do you mean by ‘teenaged’? 18? 19? Then, yes.”)
No one cared until it got embarrassing, soooo … here’s your iron 30, Bobby me’boy.
Kyrie Irving dared to question the narrative … lost a bunch of money, got ridiculed in the media, no more championships for youuuuuuu …
Tiger Woods … threatened Jack Nicklaus’ record then encountered an angry blond with a golf club.
18 hoes, indeed. The irony (iron-ee, geddit?) is so, so sweet.
Will Smith. 30 years’ reputation, wiped away like the grin off the (little) Rock’s face.
Was that scripted or what?
Jonathan Majors. Teetering on the cusp of fame then wasn’t he caught on video running from her?
Did I see that? I thought I saw that.
And so on.
But Josh Giddey (NBA pro) and his relationship with a minor won’t even be investigated, and some Dutch guy who raped a 12-year-old a decade ago can compete for the gold, amid protests, mind you.
Some of these things are not like the others. Horsemen … ride on.
Makes methinks. But prolly shouldn’t, not too much.
After all, America has a long history of buck breaking.
Welcome to 2.0.
Saw a Tubes of You that recalled the days of slavery, whereby wherein during which the skin, the actual flesh off the bones of dead slaves would be sold and tanned like hide and converted into shoes, saddles, wallets, and belts. Called it “negro leather” … claimed thigh skin was the best.
A doctor in the 18th-century South proclaimed them the finest shoes he had ever worn, never even pinched a toe.
Human leather was particularly/peculiarly used to bind books.
Even have a name for it. “Anthropodermic bibliopegy.” Say that five times fast. Or don’t.
Probably shouldn’t.
And yet, with that history, and the ongoing issues with wealth, representation, psyops, accurate information re what actually happened to the Ice Cream Social, still have many horsemen (and cookout disinvitees) claiming that was all a very long time ago, need to move on, get past.
Yet Haiti had to pay France around $20B (yes, that is billion) in today’s dollars as “reparations” for fighting for its freedom and winning it.
Maybe … you (people) first?
The lasting effects of the transnational slave trade constitutes a debt that will likely never be paid … probably because the cost is way, way too high, and the interest alone would bankrupt the nation, possibly even the world.
And if a male member of the Ice Cream Social seems to be climbing out of the barrel, the barrel of a gun is quick to make sure he stays below the rim.
The JayBayZ better watch it. Didn’t he used to sell drugs? And rumor has it a possible babymama suffered a suspicious and untimely death. I see you, Ms. Porter. No statute of limitations on homicide. The past never seems to stay there.
Maybe that’s the point.