I thought about this as I watched a video of cheer-leading coaches...tasked teaching young girls the cheer-leading activity and with molding character...do the Shmoney dance at a cheering convention here in Henrico County, affectionately titled "Hot Nigga." And as I watched, I couldn't help but wonder if anyone had heard the words to this song. I didn't wonder that for too long because shortly into the video I could hear the words (which I thought to be very odd being that this song is definitely one you'd prefer for just the instrumental to play). Just picture it; maybe one hundred or so mothers, sisters, mentors, etc. were on the floor...doing the Shmoney.
Copy or click link for lyrics to Bobby Shmurda - Hot Nigga http://rap.genius.com/Bobby-shmurda-hot-nigga-lyrics
How many of those women you think were shouting at the television or posting somewhat thought out rants about the murder of Mike Brown in Ferguson? How many of them socially express how critical it is to protect our young people? How many liked the Instagram meme..."Black Men, I Value You."? But I guess all that social and community passion goes away to the tune of a popular beat and a catchy dance. Because the fact of the matter is that if a body of people organizes themselves to do a mass dance for a song that promotes murder and selling drugs at a young age, then that body isn't just part of the problem...they are the problem.
My mom would harp on me day and night about listening to B.I.G. and Kool G. Rap and Ice Cube. But it wasn't until I saw the realities of violence and drug abuse that I realized these things were not to be glorified. And maybe that's it. Maybe all of those women haven't seen enough death to really internalize the horror when an older adolescent says "caught a body about a week ago." Maybe drug use isn't something they're familiar with...and so they can ignore when this same adolescent says "I've been selling crack since the 5th grade" and dance...because these teachers, coaches, counselors, and other community workers aren't touched by those types of things. Or maybe they just don't care.
And so the reason the petitions don't get signed, or the Stop the Violence events are scarcely attended, or the fundraiser puts people in debt, is because people like me can tell they don't care. I know it's in style to be political, to stand up for black rights, and to appear to be concerned; but to do the Shmoney as a mother and coach of young girls is a clear indicator that the concern is short lived. Or maybe I take dead children too seriously.
I mean, is the appeal of music that strong? Is the beat so intoxicating that the words accompanying that beat...words that advocate for teenage murder and drug addiction...get forgotten...particularly in the presence of children? Is the dance so fashionable that it becomes expected to ignore the deadly seeds being sown? Of course. I guess the only difference between me rapping Jay-Z at 16 and a single mother doing the Shmoney at 37 is....really...nothing. But if we as a community can find solid comparisons between a 16 year-old boy and a 37 year-old independent woman, then the problem is bigger than ever.
Peace
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