Hip Hop Turns 30

This piece served as my coffee this morning, a bracing piece of writing by Greg Tate, sent to me by my friend Sean, at the New School. I’ve posted more of it in the Snippets section to the right, below, and I’d encourage those who are interested in the place of African-Americans in the global commercial and artistic culture to read the whole thing in the Village Voice. For now, here’s a taste:
“…the Negro art form we call hiphop wouldn’t even exist if African Americans of whatever socioeconomic caste weren’t still niggers and not just the more benign, congenial “niggas.” By which I mean if we weren’t all understood by the people who run this purple-mountain loony bin as both subhuman and superhuman, as sexy beasts on the order of King Kong. Or as George Clinton once observed, without the humps there ain’t no getting over. Meaning that only Africans could have survived slavery in America, been branded lazy bums, and decided to overcompensate by turning every sporting contest that matters into a glorified battle royal.
Like King Kong had his island, we had the Bronx in the ’70s, out of which came the only significant artistic movement of the 20th century produced by born-and-bred New Yorkers, rather than Southwestern transients or Jersey transplants. It’s equally significant that hiphop came out of New York at the time it did, because hiphop is Black America’s Ellis Island. It’s our Delancey Street and our Fulton Fish Market and garment district and Hollywoodian ethnic enclave/empowerment zone that has served as a foothold for the poorest among us to get a grip on the land of the prosperous…”

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