#15842
by Service Dog » Thu Jan 14, 2021 8:59 am
Tom Wolfe wrote a fun book of essays in 1970 called Radical Chic and Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers
(link to pdf here:
http://anamnesis.info/sites/default/fil ... tchers.pdf )
The book describes a late '60's fad, among Upper East Side rich socialites. If you're throwing a party, you simply-must invite a cadre
of angry big-lipped Black Panthers in their native black leather garb. To snarl at the privileged white guests and titillate them with a jolt of fear.
And offer the whiteys an opportunity to assuage their white guilt-- and buy 'one of the good ones' status-- by writing the blackies a fat check.
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Unsafe Spaces is a youtube interview show, made by well-intentioned whiteys-- good little progressives who saw SJW-ism as a bridge-too-far.
Good for them. But they should cringe and blush, if they were-to learn that their interview with Hotep Jesus reminded me of that Tom Wolfe book.
On the good side-- the conversation has a good signal-to-noise ratio-- lots of info. But the whiteys start-out with only a vague idea of what their guest professes. And, in their eagerness to become hip to his cool black jive-- they assume-too-much... that he's simply a reasonable black man who doesn't like SJW nonsense. It takes them quite a while-- before they start catching on that he "loves Jim Crow" because race mixing is bad. And he shares sci-fi ideas with Black Israelite and Nation of Islam types... the pyramids are advanced tesla-antennae tech beyond elon musk's dumb white comprehension. He's flying around in the Mothership with George Clinton. He's not just a nice black boy who 'learned to code' because a Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste.
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My tom sawyer pube years were spent halfway-up the Mississippi River. The Blues Brothers was my favorite movie, and there were enough old black people around-- that I had access to old r&b, funk, soul, blues, gospel, some jazz. In high-school, I moved one-state up the river & upper-middle class white new best friend introduced me to ska, dub, sun ra. And rap became mainstream, an industry. I probably read Tom Wolfe because that BF did. He also lent me 'Soul On Ice' the 1960's prison memoir of Eldridge Cleaver... convicted of raping white women... which he claimed was revolutionary guerrilla warfare against the white man's oppression. (Of course, it emerged that he 'practiced' by raping black women.) While he was in prison, his white woman lawyer was charmed by him & would fuck him during visitations. Another dopey white do-gooder offering clumsy reparations.
BF & I became partners on the Debate Team. We'd go to the university library & request Special Collection books. Such as 'The Weather Underground'-- which required permission from the librarian. (Fair enough: the Weathermen bombed that campus, and one of the (now middle-aged) bombers operated a juice cart in front of the Library.) Also such as 'News From Albania' the english-language official newspaper of Enver Hoxha's communist paradise. (BF was caught stealing copies from the library & arrested. Jeopardizing his Ivy League future. But everything turned-out fine: after Columbia he was recruited by Jeff Bezos' pre-Amazon hedge fund. Like Shakespeare's delinquent Prince Hal shaping-up & ascending the throne.)
So, by the time 1990 rolled around, BF & I were smarty-pants wiggers. Listening to Public Enemy and Funkadelic. Dressing like characters in Spike Lee movies. Reading 'The Rastafarians' and acting EXACTLY like this SNL skit... (at least we were self-aware enough to know were absurd and 'ironic'.)
I became an auxiliary cop in Harlem-- with some half-baked notion that I was an undercover whiteskin infiltrating the racist enemy. Uh, no: It turned out I was the only white Aux in the whole precinct. :lol: I joined a mostly-white rap group in the dorms-- turned pro & toured the early-90's east coast. We were early on the rap-with-real-instruments trend. Around the time LL Cool J was on MTV unplugged-- years-before Limp Bizkit and Rage Against The Machine.
What I'm saying is-- I am at-home with this old school ghetto-streets Hotep subculture. If I hear old KRS-One rap booming on the street, I smile. But mostly I hear today's autotune retard mumble-rap & want to hulk-out like George Zimmerman.
When I think back to my old radical-hipster pretensions: I desired to perform at Lollapalooza or the Warped tour in front of a sea of Mall Punk skaters with primary-color hair, fists in the air. Decades later-- spending time with snotnose little shits like that is my idea of hell. That's how it should be, of course. All is right with the world. But I do currently consume Hotep Jesus/ Uncle Hotep podcasts, as nostalgic comfort food.
Tom Wolfe wrote a fun book of essays in 1970 called Radical Chic and Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers
(link to pdf here:
http://anamnesis.info/sites/default/files/Tom%20Wolfe-Radical%20Chic%20%26%20Mau-Mauing%20the%20Flak%20Catchers.pdf )
The book describes a late '60's fad, among Upper East Side rich socialites. If you're throwing a party, you simply-must invite a cadre
of angry big-lipped Black Panthers in their native black leather garb. To snarl at the privileged white guests and titillate them with a jolt of fear.
And offer the whiteys an opportunity to assuage their white guilt-- and buy 'one of the good ones' status-- by writing the blackies a fat check.
=
Unsafe Spaces is a youtube interview show, made by well-intentioned whiteys-- good little progressives who saw SJW-ism as a bridge-too-far.
Good for them. But they should cringe and blush, if they were-to learn that their interview with Hotep Jesus reminded me of that Tom Wolfe book.
On the good side-- the conversation has a good signal-to-noise ratio-- lots of info. But the whiteys start-out with only a vague idea of what their guest professes. And, in their eagerness to become hip to his cool black jive-- they assume-too-much... that he's simply a reasonable black man who doesn't like SJW nonsense. It takes them quite a while-- before they start catching on that he "loves Jim Crow" because race mixing is bad. And he shares sci-fi ideas with Black Israelite and Nation of Islam types... the pyramids are advanced tesla-antennae tech beyond elon musk's dumb white comprehension. He's flying around in the Mothership with George Clinton. He's not just a nice black boy who 'learned to code' because a Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1WE4LxWj9M
[spoil]My tom sawyer pube years were spent halfway-up the Mississippi River. The Blues Brothers was my favorite movie, and there were enough old black people around-- that I had access to old r&b, funk, soul, blues, gospel, some jazz. In high-school, I moved one-state up the river & upper-middle class white new best friend introduced me to ska, dub, sun ra. And rap became mainstream, an industry. I probably read Tom Wolfe because that BF did. He also lent me 'Soul On Ice' the 1960's prison memoir of Eldridge Cleaver... convicted of raping white women... which he claimed was revolutionary guerrilla warfare against the white man's oppression. (Of course, it emerged that he 'practiced' by raping black women.) While he was in prison, his white woman lawyer was charmed by him & would fuck him during visitations. Another dopey white do-gooder offering clumsy reparations.
BF & I became partners on the Debate Team. We'd go to the university library & request Special Collection books. Such as 'The Weather Underground'-- which required permission from the librarian. (Fair enough: the Weathermen bombed that campus, and one of the (now middle-aged) bombers operated a juice cart in front of the Library.) Also such as 'News From Albania' the english-language official newspaper of Enver Hoxha's communist paradise. (BF was caught stealing copies from the library & arrested. Jeopardizing his Ivy League future. But everything turned-out fine: after Columbia he was recruited by Jeff Bezos' pre-Amazon hedge fund. Like Shakespeare's delinquent Prince Hal shaping-up & ascending the throne.)
So, by the time 1990 rolled around, BF & I were smarty-pants wiggers. Listening to Public Enemy and Funkadelic. Dressing like characters in Spike Lee movies. Reading 'The Rastafarians' and acting EXACTLY like this SNL skit... (at least we were self-aware enough to know were absurd and 'ironic'.)
https://youtu.be/TcK0MYgnHjo
I became an auxiliary cop in Harlem-- with some half-baked notion that I was an undercover whiteskin infiltrating the racist enemy. Uh, no: It turned out I was the only white Aux in the whole precinct. :lol: I joined a mostly-white rap group in the dorms-- turned pro & toured the early-90's east coast. We were early on the rap-with-real-instruments trend. Around the time LL Cool J was on MTV unplugged-- years-before Limp Bizkit and Rage Against The Machine.
What I'm saying is-- I am at-home with this old school ghetto-streets Hotep subculture. If I hear old KRS-One rap booming on the street, I smile. But mostly I hear today's autotune retard mumble-rap & want to hulk-out like George Zimmerman.
When I think back to my old radical-hipster pretensions: I desired to perform at Lollapalooza or the Warped tour in front of a sea of Mall Punk skaters with primary-color hair, fists in the air. Decades later-- spending time with snotnose little shits like that is my idea of hell. That's how it should be, of course. All is right with the world. But I do currently consume Hotep Jesus/ Uncle Hotep podcasts, as nostalgic comfort food.
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