How nobody whopped this niggas ass yet is completely lost on me. I say that with the utmost sensitivity.
One thing I’m noticing as a pattern is everytime I read a Kanye headline I unconsciously follow it up with a deep sigh. I know I’m certainly not the only one. I imagine that amounts to millions of deep sighs that go into sustaining this man. Kanye requires an astounding amount of goddamn energy and attention from people to sustain himself. If you’ve ever dealt with narcissists— you’ll notice the common thread is that they all do.
Kanye also suffers from bipolar disorder. I’m not discounting any of that when I recommend this ass whopping. Primarily because he’s shared his mental health challenges. Secondarily because Im a fan of his music and persona. I too, am a June 8th out the box gemini individual. I’m no stranger to being misunderstood.
I grant him a lot of grace and I try to understand him as much as possible. But I’m also not going to dismiss that he’s still a Black man in America and knows the climate we are in. Period. Running for president may be the crazy but being a Black man in America is a constant. Kanye knows what the fuck is going on. He’s been known. He’s made his choices in life accordingly to the man he wants to be and his definition of success.
He’s a Black man in America that most deem is so unique and above the fray— his talent, his catalogue and his enterprise! But lots of us can’t help but notice this very real and glaring OJ template that follows men like him around like a dark cloud.
Black man makes it big, disconnects from the community, loses his grounding, floats the fuck off and then eventually lands back on that much needed ground with a loud resounding thud!
Kalief Browder was the face that popped into my head as I watched Kanye and I saw all the sympathy pouring in after the emotional portion of his campaign speech. Kalief Browder and the thought of all the silent cries of millions of other black men and women. That pain there. Made it really hard for me to match the public amount of sympathy. Made it hard for me to look at this billionaire nigga who married Kim Kardashian, lost his grounding and decided to shit on Harriet Tubman during his campaign speech—an instrumental black American deity that put everything on the line to Free. Black. People. How he was rewriting the narrative. So extreme that I don’t think I ever even heard the most racist of conservatives even go there. Speak her name to delegitimize. Blasphemy. Knowing that shitting on Harriet Tubman would be the cornerstone of more of his white nationalist support. Knowing that he walked into that room planning to say that and had probably repeated it to dozens of others before.
Watching this nigga cry about Pro Life while the lives I was currently concerned with were already born and Black. That’s where the majority of Black America’s tears were during these times. None of that directly addressed by Kanye. This was just a lot of confusion. Kanye West wants to be president. Again, a billionaire nigga, who’s married to Kim Kardashian, lost his grounding and is now fighting for his name to be on a ballot box to thwart votes for the most important election of my lifetime! I can’t get there guys……
Thought a little deeper of all these people that would find sympathy for this billionaire nigga yet remain indifferent towards black men, women and children dealing with a spectrum of this pain in our communities at this moment. I thought about his environment and how many times he probably ranted off into madness in front of all these white folks and family members, how they probably just nodded and ignored everything. Giving him wings to fly.
I immediately wanted to sage my house, take some plant baths and ward off any potential malevolent spirits and whatnot. I wanted to throw Kanye in that bath too!
Dunk his head in the waters and then send him off to get his ass whopped.
