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Sabtu, 17 Desember 2011

“Who Got the Camera?”: Hip-Hop’s Quest for Social Justice


“Who Got the Camera?”: Hip-Hop’s Quest for Social Justice
by Mark Anthony Neal | NewBlackMan

In his book Let’s Get Free: A Hip-Hop Theory of Justice, former United States prosecutor and George Washington University Law Professor Paul Butler suggest that Hip-Hop has “the potential to transform justice in the United States.” (123)  Butler’s simple assertion is that “Hip-Hop exposes the American justice system as profoundly unfair.” (124)  The annals of Hip-Hop are filled with examples of artists scrutinizing law enforcement and the criminal justice system, the most famous example being, N.W.A.’s “Fuck the Police,” which begins with the explicit claim, that the group was putting the Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD) on trial for abuse and misconduct—two years before the Rodney King beating.  Too often such moments are reduced to a nostalgia for a so-called more “conscious” era of rap music, yet recent film shorts by B. Dolan and Pharoahe Monch, suggest that Hip-Hop’s critical eye for social justice is as keen as ever.



More than twenty years ago, on the evening of March 2, 1991, motorist Rodney King was stopped by LAPD officers for speeding.  King’s subsequent beating was videotaped by passerby George Holiday and quickly became the most famous evidence of police brutality, though the four officers who were charged with brutality were later acquitted of  charges.  The Rodney King beating was digital confirmation of what many Blacks experienced in relationship to law enforcement in the 1980s and early 1990s, whether exemplified by the choking death of graffiti artist Michael Stewart, the shooting of the elderly Eleanor Bumpurs and of course the beating of King.  

In an era marked by the increased presence of law enforcement in Black communities—a by-product of buy and bust forms of policing, that fed the expansion of the prison industrial complex—young Black men were particularly susceptible to blatant forms of police brutality.  As such, so called “gangsta rap”—in spite of its problematic narratives with regards to gender, sexuality, and violence—was likely the most organic documentation of police brutality in Black communities.  As political scientist Lester Spence notes in his book Stare in the Darkness: The Limits of Hip-Hop and Black Politics, he was “hard pressed to find a single song that was uncritical of the police.” The Rodney King beating highlighted, the power and importance of counter-surveillance of law enforcement in this country—a value that was instilled within the Black body politic twenty-five years before the Rodney King beating, by the Black Panther Party.

To be sure The Black Panther Party (for Self-Defense), with founders the late Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale, were not the first individuals within Black communities to attempt to hold law enforcement accountable, but at the height of the Civil Rights/Black Power Movement the Black Panther Party became the most visible proponents of the power of policing the police.  As Alondra Nelson notes in her new book Body and Soul: The Black Panther Party and the Fight Against Medical Discrimination, the Black Panther Party was founded on the premise of  “afford[ing] protection for poor blacks from police brutality.” In its earliest incarnation in late 1966, armed Black Panther Party members oversaw police activities in Black communities from a distance allowable by law. The Mulford Act, which outlawed loaded guns in public, was passed by the California State legislature a year later, in direct response to the activism of the Black Panther Party.

Twenty years later, Hip-Hop culture reanimated this particular activist thread, lyrically reporting on the nature of unfairness of the judicial system and the abuse of power by law enforcement.  Yet even in that mode, Hip-Hop narratives seemed to lend itself to visual sensibilities and the coming digital revolution.  In his book In Search of The Black Fantastic: Politics & Popular Culture in the Post-Civil Rights Era, political scientist Richard Iton observes that Black Popular Culture became “suddenly, particularly, and violently public…a development that led to a range of gatekeeping responses from those committed to restricting the circulation of certain kinds of information within black communities and maintaining ‘order’.” (104) According to Iton, this heightened visibility and “policing” was coupled with the “proliferation of hand-held and surveillance video cameras, camera phones, and the  awareness of these new technologies,” creating the “internalization of the expectation that one is always potentially being watched.” (105)

That sense of being watched was manifested in the popularity of a series like Cops which premiered in 1989, and offered a pro-Law Enforcement view of criminal justice, and represented one of the most sustained representations of so-called Black criminality; Cops was one of the longest running series in television history.  Hip-Hop became a natural counter-balance to this dynamic, particularly as the Hip-Hop generation embraced cutting edge technologies from, beepers to hand-held cameras.  When Ice Cube recorded “Who Got the Camera,” months after the officers in the King beating were acquitted, he spoke to a generational ethos that reanimated the spirit of the Black Panther Party, armed with cameras and microphones, instead of assault weapons.

Arguably, the hyper-visibility of Hip-Hop and Black Popular Culture since the mid-1990s—in the context of celebrity culture—has  functioned as a form of surveillance, which has diverted attention away from the ways that power and finance has been consolidated in the past generation.  The amount of scrutiny that Kanye West and Russell Simmons generated in response to their appearance at #Occupy protests is evidence of how effective this surveillance has been; there are a generation of Americans more knowledgeable of the net-worth of Lebron James, Shawn Carter, Tyra Banks and the Real Housewives of Atlanta than they are of the Board members of the most powerful financial institutions in this country, many of whom were complicit, if not direct agents, in the financial collapse that instigated the #Occupy Movement.

The brilliance of recent projects by B. Dolan and Pharoahe Monch is that they re-purpose the very technological platforms that have increased the surveillance of American citizens and literally adjusted the frame to offer counter-surveillance and critique of American institutions like law enforcement.  The presence of social media and accessible technology has allowed such projects to circulate in ways that were unimaginable even a decade ago. Neither project needed, for example, 106th and Park or Hot 97, for example, to find their audience.

B. Dolan’s song and video for “Film The Police” featuring Toki Wright, Jasiri X, Buddy Peace, and Sage Francis is an update of N.W.A.’s classic “Fuck the Police,” which in light of the visible abuses of law enforcement in the past few years—Sean Bell and Oscar Grant immediately come to mind—is more than timely.  Yet there is a more specific context for “Film the Police,” as law enforcement organizations have sought to criminalize the filming of police officers.   


Such efforts came to the forefront a few years ago when a Simon Glik, videotaped with cell phone, Boston police offers beating a man.  Police officers arrested Glik, an immigration attorney, and charged him with an obscure wiretapping statute, which was quickly thrown out of court.  Glik and the ACLU filed a countersuit against the police department and in August of 2011, the First Circuit Court of Appeals concluded, “that Glik was exercising clearly established First Amendment rights in filming the officers in a public space, and that his clearly-established Fourth Amendment rights were violated by his arrest without probable cause.” Propelled with a documentarian sensibility, “Film the Police” is as much offering evidence of police brutality and misconduct,  as it is a call to “point and shoot”—an open declaration of the right of American citizens, in the midst of militarized crackdowns on public dissent, to hold their institutions accountable.

Concerns about police misconduct also inform the short film for Pharaohe Monch’s “Clap (One Day),” which was the featured single from Monch’s stellar 2011 release W.A.R. (We Are Renegades). Directed by Terence Nance, who also shot the short film Native Son for Blitz the Ambassador, and starring Gbenga Akinnagbe (The Wire’s Chris Partlow),  “Clap (One Day)” is set on a Brooklyn morning in the aftermath of a cop shooting. An informant provides a detective with information—in a cash and carry exchange--about where the shooter’s family resides, cautioning, that the shooter is rarely present there—and presumably wouldn’t be so, if he is suspected of the shooting.  A SWAT squad is dispatched to the apartment complex, and though the officers rush into the wrong apartment—1B instead of 1D—and accidentally kill a black child  who was using the bathroom, there is every indication that such a fate would have been met by the family of the cop shooter.  In either instance, the confrontation draws attention to the general lack of regard for life by law enforcement officers charged with policing—or occupying—Black neighborhoods; the death of the young boy would be viewed by some within law enforcement as simply collateral damage.



“Clap (One Day)” resonates in the aftermath of the accidental shooting death of seven-year-old Aiyana Stanley-Jones, who was sitting of the couch with family member, when members of a Detroit SWAT team bumrushed their apartment—with reality TV cameras in tow—and officer Joseph Weekley fired a single shot to Stanley-Jones head.  Weekley was recently indicted on charges of involuntary manslaughter. 

The family and neighbors in “Clap (One Day)” would not have such recourse, as they take retribution into their own hand.  Whereas a term like “Clap” invokes gunfire in many urban communities, Monch uses the term as a metaphor for the deep knowledge that many possess in Black communities regarding the misconduct and abuse of law enforcement officers; community members literally break out into rhythmic clapping whenever they confront the offending officer, who not so surprisingly, lives in the very neighborhood where the killing occurs.  That the officer (portrayed by Akinnagbe) lives in a working class community is a subtle reminder of the economic status of many officers as municipal employees; an irony that has not been lost on many who have witnessed officers on the frontline of abuse of #Occupy protesters.

Whether employing a documentary style or the conceptual art, “Film the Police” and “Clap (One Day)” offers further evidence of the critical role that Hip-Hop culture continues to play in the pursuit of social justice; a reminder of the power and responsibility that individual Americans also have in that pursuit.

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Mark Anthony Neal is the author of five books, including the forthcoming Looking for Leroy: (Il)Legible Black Masculinities (New York University Press) and host of the weekly webcast Left of Black.  Neal is Professor of Black Popular Culture in the Department of African & African American Studies at Duke University.

Rabu, 23 Maret 2011

'Three Little Girls'--a New Video by Jasiri X



from Jasiri X

For Woman's History Month we wanted to shed light on how violent this society is especially towards woman and girls. "Three Little Girls" tells the stories of the senseless murders of Christina Taylor Green who was killed during the shooting of Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, Brisenia Flores who was gunned down by anti-immigrant militia intent on starting a race war, and Aiyana Jones who shot to death while asleep in her home, by the Detroit Police Department, while they were filming a reality TV show.

I realize these are sad stories, but how can we not be moved to action by the cold-blooded killings of innocent little girls? We have to begin to take an unflinching look at a culture that continues to glorify guns, bombs, and war and sees violence and aggression as the only solutions to its problems.

Written by Jasiri X and featuring 10 year old Hadiyah Yates, "Three Little Girls" was produced by GM3 and directed by Paradise Gray.


LYRICS

Verse 1
Born on 911
In that dark time as a blessing
A face of hope like she was a sign from the heavens
Kindness and reverence
She grew into a scholar kid
Became class president with a love for politics
Only nine and wants to find where the congress is
Meet her representative
Get involved with the processes
That morning she was so hyper
wanted to meet Ms Giffords by just like her
even though she was young she was much wiser
Until that automatic weapon was just fired.
People falling from getting hit
He kept shooting cause his gun had an extended clip like it had no end to it
And of the victims hit she was the youngest
The mother of her own child she'll never become it
The value for life just plummets
In this sick society that deserves judgment
Rest in peace youngin

Verse 2
A little girl with her mommy and daddy
on her knees saying a prayer thanking God for her family
so happy her whole life ahead of her
But outside her door was a hoard of vicious predators
Racists sycophants with hatred for immigrants
Got with other militias and called them selves the minutemen
We know where they got drugs and cash lets go get it then
knock knock the little girl wonders whose visiting
They never found drugs but they was of brown blood
So they cock back and fired round after round of slugs
The little girl saw her families bodies on the rug
And cried what did we do why did you come to kill us
he raised up his gun and shot her twice in the face
cause she was only nine but wasn't the right race
and that's the reason that we didn't see it in the media
so even in death discrimination still reaches her.

Verse 3
Little Aiyana Jones chillin in her father's home
In Detroit Michigan playing toys with her sisters and
doing all the things that make you wish you were a kid again
before you understood what a violet world that were living in
all played out sleeping on the same couch
that she did every night when they turn the lights out
But outside the house they had cameras and mic out
Reality TV brutality for a fee
The first 48 hours on A & E
where a officer can play a celebrity
distracted by all the action they chose the wrong house
flash grenade through the window went crash on the couch
Aiyana's on fire now flames getting wider now
the first officer through the door pulls out and fired down
shot through the neck bleed to death she's expired now
I pray she's resting on higher ground
we love you

Selasa, 28 Desember 2010

What Killed Aiyana Stanley-Jones?



A nighttime raid. A reality TV crew. A sleeping seven-year-old. What one tragedy can teach us about the unraveling of America's middle class.

What Killed Aiyana Stanley-Jones?
by Charlie LeDuff

IT WAS JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT on the morning of May 16 and the neighbors say the streetlights were out on Lillibridge Street. It is like that all over Detroit, where whole blocks regularly go dark with no warning or any apparent pattern. Inside the lower unit of a duplex halfway down the gloomy street, Charles Jones, 25, was pacing, unable to sleep.

His seven-year-old daughter, Aiyana Mo'nay Stanley-Jones, slept on the couch as her grandmother watched television. Outside, Television was watching them. A half-dozen masked officers of the Special Response Team—Detroit's version of SWAT—were at the door, guns drawn. In tow was an A&E [4] crew filming an episode of The First 48 [5], its true-crime program. The conceit of the show is that homicide detectives have 48 hours to crack a murder case before the trail goes cold. Thirty-four hours earlier, Je'Rean Blake Nobles [6], 17, had been shot outside a liquor store on nearby Mack Avenue; an informant had ID'd a man named Chauncey Owens as the shooter and provided this address.

The SWAT team tried the steel door to the building. It was unlocked [7]. They threw a flash-bang grenade through the window of the lower unit and kicked open its wooden door, which was also unlocked. The grenade landed so close to Aiyana that it burned her blanket. Officer Joseph Weekley, the lead commando—who'd been featured before on another A&E show, Detroit SWAT [8]—burst into the house. His weapon fired a single shot, the bullet striking Aiyana in the head and exiting her neck. It all happened in a matter of seconds.

"They had time," a Detroit police detective told me. "You don't go into a home around midnight. People are drinking. People are awake. Me? I would have waited until the morning when the guy went to the liquor store to buy a quart of milk. That's how it's supposed to be done."

But the SWAT team didn't wait. Maybe because the cameras were rolling, maybe because a Detroit police officer had been murdered two weeks earlier while trying to apprehend a suspect. This was the first raid on a house since his death.

Police first floated [9] the story that Aiyana's grandmother had grabbed Weekley's gun. Then, realizing that sounded implausible, they said she'd brushed the gun as she ran past the door. But the grandmother says she was lying on the far side of the couch, away from the door.

Compounding the tragedy is the fact that the police threw the grenade into the wrong apartment. The suspect fingered for Blake's murder, Chauncey Owens, lived in the upstairs flat, with Charles Jones' sister.

Plus, grenades are rarely used when rounding up suspects, even murder suspects. But it was dark. And TV may have needed some pyrotechnics.

"I'm worried they went Hollywood," said a high-ranking Detroit police official, who spoke on the condition of anonymity due to the sensitivity of the investigation and simmering resentment in the streets. "It is not protocol. And I've got to say in all my years in the department, I've never used a flash-bang in a case like this."

The official went on to say that the SWAT team was not briefed about the presence of children in the house, although the neighborhood informant who led homicide detectives to the Lillibridge address told them that children lived there. There were even toys [10] on the lawn.

Read the Full Essay @ Mother Jones