It’s been a deep and yet not deep enough day in the news. Keep reading for today’s Hip Hop based commentary on what New York Times headline articles say and, more importantly, don’t say, by political poet Naxal. That’s me. I flips the news like you never seen. Almost on the Daily. Enjoy.
July 18, 2007
Midtown Manhattan’s all steamed up from an explosion they say its a pipe not a pipe bomb, and thus while you may feel terror, there is no need to use the term terrorist. Hey, I like that, let’s keep that in mind America, I am feeling terror, but that person is not called a terrorist. I mean why not, there’s so many other words, like, what about scareorist. Or, meanie. Misunderstood? Human Being.
In other news:
“The Catholic Church in the United States has so far paid more than $2 billion in settlements and legal judgments to victims of sexual abuse and their families.” DAMN, that’s almost, what, two days of war funding that tax payers are still being saddled with and I’ll be damned if showing me the Senator’s and the makeshift cots on the front page today, you know, the ones they might just have to sleep in for their all night deliberations on the war in iraq, oh honey you’re working so hard, it’s alright wife, its my duty to the united states of america, makes me feel more endeared towards them or in any way confident that real work, good work, is getting done. a bit of spitfire, never hurt no one, right?(catholic church quote: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/16/us/16abuse.html?ref=us; sentate cots picutre: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/18/washington/18cong.html)
The front page of the New York Times yesterday showed a survivor of sexual violence crying in mourning of the life lost at the hands of violence, and “bittersweet” relief in acknowledgement of the large settlement offered by the Catholic Church to atone for the pandemic rape and molestation perpetrated by the clergy of the Archdiocese of Los Angeles. The Catholic Church offered its settlement to the group of 508 survivors 2 days before it was all set to be hashed out in a court of law, four years after “legal combat” began on the issue. $660 million dollars for 508 victims, amounting to approximately 1.3 million per victim. I think its all bad that the church waited till the last minute before paying up, they know people were stressing over having to testify about what happened to them at the hands of the white collars in front of all present in a courtroom, that’s not a safe environment to tell a tender story. But shit, aint nobody paying me millions to rectify what has been lost, so you know, I say its also time to rejoice, in some ways. I mean, more power to alla yall 508, and I pray you turn around and invest that shit right back into the failing, dilapidated social network that sexual abuse survivors have and do not have to lean on in order to get our lives back on track. Invest it. And yes, I’m hating. 🙂 (http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/17/us/17abuse.html?_r=1&oref=slogin)
And on to some United States Social Forum commentary:
Where was the art at the United States Social Forum?
I know, it was over there by the falafel tent, the rocking bands from New Orleans, the MC’s from Chicago, the ReadNek poets. You’re right, that’s where it was. That’s right, it was at the Youth Tent, that Friday night, when even I got on the mic to rip a lil something called: “this goes out to the me, the you, the us, the we,” and manju held it down to make sure all the dope poets and musicians in the house got a turn to rock nice. You’re right, art and craft was at the Forum, it was over there on the side.
Are we really that entrenched in our own idealogical structures that we can’t even imagine another world in our own bodies, not just another world, but other worlds, plural, in our own bodies, worlds where we sit and debate in political passion, then stand and dance in unison and trust, then listen with respect to elders who have something to say, and next look each other in the eye as we sing together, with no one audience, and no one star.
From what I saw, 99% of the art existed on side stages, barely ever gracing the main stage or plenaries. When it did, it was a welcome oasis, the Domestic Workers Calypso Band, for example, or Alice Lovelace’s grand poem finale. But for the most part, we sat, or spoke, in clearly dilineated lines of student/teacher, listener/speaker, whereas a Forum wide incorporation of the creative, would have made moot these equations, morphed the lines into shades of creator/creator. All praises to the creator, cause I’m sappy like that, and spiritual like that, and it was indeed a blessed occassion. But don’t hand me a movement with art on the side, cause for me its a main course, like subji.
Stay tuned for more of All the News That’s Fit to Flip, by political poet NaXaL. You could read the news or you could read me, I say do both!