What started out roughly a decade ago as an alternative space for black creatives (largely in Brooklyn) has become a cash cow for black capitalists (aka Amerikkkan Coloreds, aka the Black Bourgeoisie) who traditionally see other Black people as shit. Snotty-nosed hipsters infiltrated the scene early on, it appears, and completely corrupted what should have been a viable Black counter-cultural movement. According to Bae Guevara, a self-styled trap feminist, thug scholar and Harlemite, “Afropunk has always been corny. It isn’t even punk. Just corporate shit backed by white people.”
What *is* Black Punk, anyway? What about Bad Brains? The New York Niggers? Living Colour? Eugene Tatu? Sun Ra? (Yes, I know he’s dead, but still.) Punk, by definition, is anarchic, confrontational, rude, nasty, shrill. Punk aims to offend, not please. The Afropunks conflated petty-bourgeois hipsterism and hippie shenanigans (like posing, panting your face, wearing flowers and funny hats and all that silly shit) with authentic punk. You will never find an Afropunk equivalent to Johnny Rotten’s “God Save the Queen” (unless, of course, one is willing to include Nipsey Hustle’s “Fuck Donald Trump” under the umbrella of a Black Punk aesthetic).
Afropunk made its true intent self-evident in its paternalistic attitude towards its followers (note the signs at festivals demanding in shrill Stalinist PC rhetoric NO RACISM, NO HETEROSEXISM, NO FAT SHAMING, NO AGEISM, blah blah blah–as if these clowns were addressing little children)–and its obsequiousness towards White hipster gate-crashers. Of course, these plastic pickaninnies simply wanted White hipster money, which explains why they (plastic punks) eventually shelved their Afrocentric intentions.
In fact, Afropunk became WHITE, a sexified racist minstrel show, pandering to White racist desires for Black exotica, Black obsequiousness and of course, the long-held white racist desire for the PRIMITIVE, CHILDLIKE, HAPPY NEGRO. The Black Bourgeoisie typically tries to conceal its extreme self-loathing behind gay and trans-rights issues, but in this instance (as in the case of Jussie Smolett and DeRay McKesson) the bougies got called out on their fuckery. The sheer vitriol and hate that infests “Shea Butter Twitter” manifested itself in Afropunk’s mental, verbal and physical assaults on its own staff (and others). Afropunk is to Black culture (what’s left of it, which isn’t much) what Kamala Harris is to Afro-Americans in general: a stale Oreo cookie.
#Afropunk=Trumpism stickers were spotted in New York and Atlanta
Former associates, staff members, artists, vendors, festival goers are sharing their Afropunk stories of lies, abuse, conning, threats and more. Many are calling for a boycott.
Event production company Afropunk’s ethos has been called into questions numerous times over the years. Most recently, guests of their Brooklyn festival reported being removed from a backstage area for criticizing the brand, and the long-time Editor-in-Chief of Afropunk’s online media resigned, citing unethical behaviors and performative ‘activism’ coming from the company’s owners and their ‘entourage’.
Many more people are now coming forward with their accounts of how they were mistreated by the corporation and/or its management in this exclusive investigation. Some are speaking here for the first time, some have spoken out before but most of the previous reports, albeit very concerning, didn’t get much traction.
See my own 2012 article on Reactionary Rap and the Black Lumpenproletariat. My stance has not changed, except to say that white racist ressentiment is so bad nowadays that even 50 Cent felt compelled to burn his Gucci t-shirt. (Note: Gucci is in hot water for attempting to sneak on the nigger-bashing bandwagon, a la H & M (“coolest monkey in the jungle”), Prada (blackface), and Shirley Q. Liquor, a fat queen who entertains racist gays by ripping off Bert Williams’s old routines.) Even a little worm like Soulja Boy (Ole Mush Mouth) turned.
There are crucial differences between the Afro-American “Negro” (an assimilationist and compromiser) and a New Afrikan. Suffice it to say that the Afro- or African-American wants to achieve liberation through the same economic superstructure that was (and still is) designed to keep Africans at subsistence level. The African-American loves to believe that the system is broken when in fact, it isn’t–all those filthy ghettos, housing projects, trailer parks, barrios, favelas, reservations; all those homeless lined up along the streets of LA and San Francisco, all those incarcerated black men and battered black women are not indicative of a system that is failing but a system that is running precisely as it was intended to run.
Even the cult-nationalists of the sixties understood this basic fact. Cultural nationalists (such as Amiri Baraka) advocated something called “co-operative economics” as opposed to Capitalism. Baraka, in an interview sometime in the late sixties, dismissed Capitalism as a “byword–a euphemism for evil.” He would have been more precise (as he was later upon converting to Marxism) if he said that Capitalism was a byword for organized barbarism (on the level of the fucking Vandals, and upon reading the history of these barbarians, there is not a bit of difference between Vandalism and Capitalism, save that Capitalism is–ostensibly, anyway–far more sophisticated and elegant in its approach to pillaging nations).
Walkout, Shutdown Air Traffic, Invoke 13th Amendment!
“Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.”
As I write, the government of the United States is paralyzed due to the erratic, reckless, dangerous behavior of Donald Trump; the mobbed up real estate mogul and Moscow Candidate who accidentally became the American president with heaps of help from his shady Russian friends. Trump’s actions are leading many Americans to openly call him “a traitor!”
An increasing number of Americans are saying this in the comment section below the You Tube video’s of news reports on Trump. When I am questioned about the claim that Trump is being controlled by Putin, who they believe is threatening to release the pee pee tapes of…
This is the first from “Kaf” in what will be a monthly series of cartoons satirizing contemporary so-called “civilization.” Be forewarned that Kaf’s vision will be unrelentingly cruel–much less like Oliphant, or even Ollie Harrington…and more like George Grosz. Kaf has an entire war-chest of fiendishly cold-blooded observations coming up, so stay tuned.
“Whitey Joe Young”
Kaf had to go after the Orange Orangutan for his first hit. Why he didn’t have the fat bastard battling tweets rather than airplanes is anyone’s guess. But we all know that the motherfucker just can’t close his mouth to save his soul.
Toxic masculinity is what folks used to call a “jock mentality.” It is very real; I have the scars to prove it.
It was no fun growing up being called “retarded” and “faggot” in grade school while being called “nigger,” “coon” and “monkey” in my fucking neighborhood. Or having the shit kicked out of you at the age of nine by a dozen young punks while your guidance counselor looked on, smugly. Or getting groped in high school by closeted, allegedly ‘heterosexual’ guys. (As a side note, I know of many women who did not like being bullied by other girls when they were young, but that’s off-topic.)
For decades, I have been hoping–and not so secretly–that these jocks would get their comeuppance. Let these clowns whine. Even if their complaints against Gillette may hold some water (the commercial is somewhat patronizing, to say the least), their reasons for rejecting the ad are highly suspect. Most of the men complaining–people like James Woods or Paul Joseph Watson–are right-wing, all-American Reaganite types, hung up on some Anglo-Teutonic or Latin/Slav reactionary Catholic ideal of (white) manhood–much of which involves suppressing the life of the mind in favor of doing things exclusively with your hands (or your tiny dick).
Having said that, the very fact that Gillette, of all companies, would make an ad concerning “toxic masculinity” (aka WHITE¹ masculinity) is laughable.
If Gillette wants to wag its hypocritical little finger at rank-and-file “dudes” who wolf-whistle at women on the street (which is stupid in its own right) let them do that. Nobody cares. But before they do that they should stop and consider just what in the hell goes into making their shaving gels.
If Gillette wants to preach to its audience about young bullies who rough up kids on playgrounds, it should start by preaching to its fucking parent company Proctor and Gamble about how it treats seven-year old Indonesian girls who pick its cotton–or, to be more precise, extract its palm oil.
Palm oil is one of the key ingredients that goes into the production of Gillette’s famous shaving gel. Several articles on the web detail how Wilmar, the world’s biggest palm oil processor, “was sourcing its oil from illegally cleared land and destroying the habitat of critically endangered Sumatran tigers.” Jakarta Globe/Agence France-Presse, October 22, 2013. The article has since been taken down, but a quote from an online cache reads:
“Until Wilmar commits to a no-deforestation policy, their trade of palm oil to big household brands… makes consumers unwitting accomplices in the extinction of Indonesia’s 400 remaining Sumatran tigers,” head of Greenpeace’s Forest Campaign in Indonesia, Bustar Maitar, said.
Wilmar supplies more than a third of the world’s palm oil, according to the company’s website, and its oil can be found in Oreo cookies, Gillette shaving cream and Clearasil face wash, among an array of grocery items in more than 50 countries.
Greenpeace said Wilmar was continuing to source palm fruit from plantations on illegally cleared land within Sumatra island’s protected Tesso Nilo National Park, prime tiger habitat.
The report also said that fire had hit the permit area of another of Wilmar’s suppliers in June, when blazes swept through Sumatra’s forests for weeks, covering Singapore and Malaysia in a blanket of hazardous smog.
Indonesian officials said most were deliberately lit to clear forested land and grow palm oil.
Wilmar denied suggestions its supplier had deliberately lit land-clearing fires, saying in a statement the blaze was on a plantation that was likely ignited by surrounding flames.
“We are currently reviewing our business practices, including our sourcing policy, working with certain international supply chain experts,” Wilmar spokesperson Lim Li Chuen told AFP.
The company said it had issued “a stern reminder to all staff” of its policy to only source palm fruit grown legally and that any supplier trying to sell illegally grown fruit would be “dropped altogether”.
Wilmar is the latest company to be targeted by Greenpeace, which has taken aim at several high-profile firms and campaigned for responsible consumer spending.”
Within three years of this article’s appearance, Proctor and Gamble merely shifted from one palm oil magnate (Wilar, in Indonesia) to another (Felda Global Ventures, in Malaysia). Felda is even worse. According to sumofus.org,
Felda deals in the human trafficking of its plantation workers, confiscating close to 30,000 passports, and still works with labor contractors and recruiters who charge enormous fees to trafficked foreign workers.
Plantation workers are trapped in modern day slavery, all to produce palm oil that ends up in P&G products. The multinational consumer goods company is well aware of the problem, and yet still buys conflict palm oil from its joint venture partner Felda. (Bold in the original.)
What do #MeToo, Paul Joseph Watson or any of these other internet spooks have to say about this stuff? Nothing, of course. None of them gave a single thought about near-extinct tigers or severely-depleted rain-forests somewhere in South-East Asia–let alone a bunch of poor “gooks.”
I think that in due time Gillette (I don’t know about Nike) will be staffed largely by women. Proctor and Gamble, the parent company, will probably be headed by a woman. The CIA, at this very moment, is now staffed by women. But, God forbid, it is still the fucking Central Intelligence Agency. Nothing changes; everything goes on as before, except that white women are now doing the white man’s dirty work.
The same goes for other carefully hand-picked minority groups in the USA. A few American cities these days, for instance, are largely managed by African Americans. Cool, you think. But–which African Americans?
Picture a Black (male) President sending troops (mainly black) to a city with a Black (female) mayor, Black chief of police, black administrators, black accountants, and a majority Black population. To do what? To put down a rebellion of poor Black people furious at rampant police brutality. If this sounds like The Congo, or Liberia, or Nigeria in a bad political phase, you would not be far off. Actually this was Baltimore, Maryland, in 2015. (Maryland is not in Africa.)
When “French West Africa” gained its so-called “independence” from France in 1960, one so-called “African president” said with a straight face, “Gabon may be independent, but between France and Gabon nothing has changed–everything remains as is.” Exactly–and from today’s vantage point, our immediate future will look precisely like Gabon in 1960.
The patriarchy appears to be in transition, as the old white men are dying off and many young white men appear unfit to inherit the mantle of patriarchal domination; they cut a bad image with all that reactionary, alt-right bullshit. Many people worldwide automatically see “Nazi” when they see a white, male face. Indeed the face of cutthroat neoliberal capitalism these days is the face of a smug white man–the very paragon of “toxic masculinity”–in a three-piece suit and shades.
Capitalism will soon replace this guy with a smart, sassy, progressive black male (or white transwoman) who shaves his/her face with–you guessed it–Gillette razor gel.
Hannah Rosin’s prediction of “The End of Men” appears to be coming true–on the surface, anyway. The keys to capitalism are being increasingly handed to white women, who (like Angela Merkel) will be managing the works. Elite white ladies will get their long-awaited comeuppance. White men will still be the advisers, with plenty of time on their hands to fuck around…perhaps on some hidden island somewhere in Booga-booga-land, surrounded by pink cocaine and child prostitutes. The media will not disclose their whereabouts and will pretend they are safely dead. The plantations and human trafficking will continue unabated, and the cries of children forced to work for a pittance in illegally cleared forests will be met with silence.
¹I insist that this is a white (and, moreover, very American) ideal. Black (and other non-white) men who adhere to this ideal are typically aping their white Anglo or Latin or Arab masters.
Don’t know the name? I bet you know their products.
Procter and Gamble are the owners of dozens of companies including Herbal Essences, Secret Deodorant, Dawn dish soap, Always & Tampax feminine hygiene products, Aussie, Pantene, Head & Shoulders, Crest toothpaste, Bounce, Cascade, Febreeze, Downy, Cheer, Tide, and a bunch more. (To see the full list go to http://us.pg.com/our-brands).
P&G operates in 70 countries and receives a little over 40% of their revenue from the U.S. and Canada. In 2016 they spent $7.2 billion on advertising. Their net revenue has been decreasing in the years 2012-2016 while their net income has increased. They have recently been selling factories (many in the U.S.) decreasing their footprint, increasing efficiency, and also cutting over 24,000 jobs.
P&G has a rather rough and rocky ethic structure. Violations of human rights and dignity begins with their palm oil. Palm oil is sold and used in many P&G…
In the wake of Jon Ossof’s loss to Karen Handel in Georgia’s sixth district, certain segments of the left have resurrected an old debate about the relationship between “Identity politics” and “class politics.” I find this debate tedious, but it keeps happening so I’ll engage it. First, a definition of terms: When I say “class politics” I mean the politics of those whose primary concern is the distribution of wealth and control of the means of production in society. By “identity politics”, I mean the politics of those whose primary concern is the treatment of minority groups in society. Of course, these can intersect, and a person’s focus can shift over the course of a lifetime, and being primarily focused on one or neither of these does not preclude someone having significant concern about one or both of them. From the identity politics side, the critique is often leveled that…