Because of this song “Accidental Racist,” I’ve had another Taylor Swift moment in that I didn’t know who Brad Paisley was until I heard this post-racial manifesto.
Where’s my banjo and rocking chair? This is going to take a minute…
C.R.E.A.M. Rises To The Top
It’s interesting that LL should pop-up in the media as his hit “’Round The Way Girl” has been on my mind lately as I’ve been diggin’ the original from which it was sampled, Keni Burke’s “Risin’ To The Top.”
“I know we’re doing
Everything that we want to
Meanwhile, are we losing?
Because we won’t let go
And yet we go
Let’s start thinking what we’re doing
Don’t let nothing change your mind
Let’s start heading homeward bound
Get off the ground
Stop losing, yeah losing
Keep risin’ to the top”
Great lyric! What happened to this level of consciousness from Black artists? Why does it seem lately that MCs from the Hiphop world have been so disappointing? From Lil’ Wayne’s disrespectful Emmitt Till reference, to Rick Ross’s condoning rape—now this? Granted on some level, it may not be fair to single out these individuals for the type of glorification of violence and coonery that has become more pervasive than ever in Hiphop—but at a certain point— enough is enough and these cats need to be called out.
Twelve More Prison Bars To Go . . .
When did LL become a social commentator? Judging from the 12-bars he spit in this here song, he should forever steer clear of any political issues in a public forum from now on. For those who don’t know what 12-bars is, a bar is a measure of music that is equal to 4 beats in 4/4 time. Each line below represents a bar.
“Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you understood
What the world is really like when you’re livin’ in the hood
Just because my pants are saggin’ doesn’t mean I’m up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I really wish you would
Now my chains are gold but I’m still misunderstood
I wasn’t there when Sherman’s March turned the south into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a slave I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin’ invisible white hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I’m thinkin’ it’s not all good
I guess we’re both guilty of judgin’ the cover not the book
I’d love to buy you a beer, conversate and clear the air
But I see that red flag and I think you wish I wasn’t here”
I find it interesting that his feature is 12-bars, which is exactly the number of bars in the codified version of the Blues. Worst 12-bar blues ever! I’m going to need to go to 13 bars to drink myself into oblivion so I forget this ever happened. Why, LL, why!?
This could have made a great SNL spoof or a Chappelle’s Show skit, but these dudes are really serious. Hilariously frightening!
His plea for White understanding is problematic on so many levels. In 12-bars, he manages to undermine virtually every thing Malcolm X, Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers died for. In half of a song, he has systemically reduced the Black American community to saggy pants wearin’, gold chain totin’ , du-rag sportin’ revisionists who want nothing more than to put this slavery thing behind us over buying Dear Mr. White Man a beer.
At least let Mr. White Man pick up the tab . . .
And if the above wasn’t enough, the song continues by him engaging in a call-and-response with Paisley to the following:
“If you don’t judge my du-rag, I won’t judge your red flag. If you don’t judge my gold chains, I’ll forget the iron chains. The past is the past, you feel me? Let bygones be bygones. R.I.P., Robert E. Lee, but I’ve gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean?”
No, LL, I don’t know what you mean at all. So by pandering for White America’s approval of such physical trappings as du-rags and chains, you believe we can overcome racism? And while we’re giving Robert E. Lee shout-outs, why not include Barry Goldwater, J. Edgar Hoover or that freedom-fighting Margaret Thatcher. Wow, wish you were born 40 years earlier so you could have been around spouting this sage advice during the Civil Rights movement. Who knew it was always just this simple?
There should have been “red flags” popping up all over the studio when these two were recording this song, but the fact that neither of them know that the Confederate Flag is not just red, explains in full how it’s possible these guys proceeded to release this ignorance to the masses. Gives a whole new meaning to the term, “color blind.”
From “Bigger and Deffer” to “Dumb and Dumber”
I think LL should hit the road with this brother below. They would make an excellent pair.
The Perils of Jumping The Post-Racial Gun . . .
“Soon, no one’s going to be Black, White or any other race anymore, yet racism will be more pervasive than ever. Then, y’all will get it.”
– Nicholas Payton 3:5:13
This song illustrates the danger in Black America believing the post-racial myth before we figure our exactly what it means to be Black American. Without adopting, embracing, understanding, accepting and injecting an African or Pan-African perspective over the Eurocentric brainwashing we still suffer daily, we have yet begun to shake the shackles of oppression. The gold chains are the new iron chains. The prisons are the new plantations.
The names have changed, but the game remains the same.
– Nicholas Payton 3:8:13
NOLA Dixie Finds A Home In Wisconsin
I made a quiet resolution to myself this year to not spend a whole lot of time trying to convince White America of anything, for several reasons. For one, that’s a conversation White America needs to have with itself. And two, asking for White America to understand, comes off like LL does in this song. I think Black America should invest its energies in elevating itself. Time spent trying to convince a White man who believes he has a right to celebrate the New Dixie is time lost talking to Black community. If you’re trying to add value to the neighborhood, you’ll get quicker results fixing up your home, than trying to convince the guy across the street to fix his while yours is still in a state of disrepair. People respond better to being lead by example than being preached to.
For these reasons, I won’t delve into the doldrums of Brad Paisley’s statements in an effort to dismantle them. You conscious White people, please, talk to your White brethren.
I’m too busy building my own home to be bothered.
– Nicholas Payton aka The Savior of Archaic Pop