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Silence The Violence

Thursday, June 1st, 2006

I was just sitting here listening to KMEL’s moment of silence and then they came back playing that oldschool song, “This Is For My Homiest” and they got me fighting a losing battle to keep my eyes dry.

We all become numb to death and violence around us and overseas, but we are losing good people everyday. FOR NOTHING! That’s some really sad shit and we all need to do our part to make sure calmer heads prevail. These cowardly acts of killing people don’t just affect the people involved, it affects mothers, brothers, children, co-workers, and friends. Life ain’t no movie or video game and we don’t get do-overs. Only God has the  right to determine when we must die. Not some guy who doesn’t like the rag in your back pocket or is jealous because you have a nicer whip than them.

Last week a 14 year old boy was killed in Oakland after he recently buried his 16 year old brother. Reports said that when his mother arrived she collapsed and needed medical attention. My heart goes out to her and any other mother who has to go through this. I can not imagine how she could go on. Growing up in Oakland, I’ve seen many comrades die from senseless violence and known a few people who’ve grown up to be killers. We all need to stop and think. Take a timeout and STOP THE VIOLENCE!

Former Berkeley student known as ‘Naked Guy’ dies in jail

Monday, May 22nd, 2006

REPOSTED From USA TODAY

SAN JOSE, Calif. (AP) — The former California college student known as the “Naked Guy,” who gained notoriety for attending class in the buff in the early 1990s, died of an apparent suicide while in jail, authorities said.

Andrew Martinez, 33, whose stripped-down campus strolls got him expelled from the University of California, Berkeley and prompted the famously liberal city to adopt a strict anti-nudity ordinance, was found dead Thursday in the Santa Clara County Main Jail, said jail spokesman Mark Cursi.

Martinez was found under his bed covers with a plastic bag cinched around his head, Cursi said. Officials are investigating the death as an apparent suicide.

Family and friends said Martinez struggled for years with mental illness. He spent the last decade bouncing among halfway houses, psychiatric institutions, occasional homelessness and jail, without ever getting comprehensive treatment, his family said.

On Jan. 10, he was arrested after a fight at a halfway house where he was living and was being held on two counts of battery and one count of assault with a deadly weapon, authorities said.

Martinez was housed in a maximum security area and was last seen alive around 11 p.m. Wednesday during a routine cell check, Cursi said.

He was found about 20 minutes later when other prisoners reported hearing unusual sounds from his cell. He was pronounced dead a short time later.

Bryan Schwartz, Martinez’s best friend, said the man who died in the jail cell hardly resembled the former high school star defensive lineman and straight-A student who charmed peers with his laid-back, kindhearted nature and penchant for non-conformity.

“Everyone loved him. He was warm, positive, brilliant. He was a math whiz even though he barely studied,” Schwartz said. “All the girls were asking him to the prom.”

In 1992, Martinez organized a “nude-in” protest at the university’s main plaza. He said he was trying to make a point about free expression at the birthplace of the 1964 Free Speech Movement.

“What I am getting out here is there’s a lot of social control going on here,” he told the crowd at the nude-in.

The message caught on and nude spottings spiked on campus. Martinez, whose naked notoriety landed him on national television talk shows, was expelled the following year after the university rewrote its dress code to ban nudity.

Martinez also became the first person arrested under the Berkeley city ordinance, adopted in July 1993, after he and some of his supporters showed up at a City Hall meeting in the buff. He pleaded guilty to the misdemeanor charge and got two years of probation.

Martinez had been trying to write a book about his experiences when he became gripped by his mental illness, but even that couldn’t completely quash his charisma and generous spirit, his family said.

“I’d send him stuff in jail and he’d give it all away because he knew that so many people there have nothing — no one to visit them, send them things, fight for them,” his mother, who asked not to be named, told the San Francisco Chronicle.

The last time she saw her son was three weeks ago, when she visited him in jail.

“He was sad. He was tired. He said he had had enough,” she said. “I alerted everyone, but nothing happened.”

R. Kelly and Brother: Not Each Others Keeper

Friday, March 24th, 2006

Repost from Yahoo Launch

R. Kelly’s Not So Brotherly Love

03/23/2006 3:48 PM, E! Online
Sarah Hall

R. Kelly’s brother, Carey, believes he can’t lie.

The “Trapped in the Closet” singer’s younger sibling has released a low-budget DVD on which he accuses his brother of trying to get him to commit perjury, according to MTV News.

According to Carey Kelly, his brother wanted him to take the fall by claiming that he was actually the star of the infamous sex tape that prompted child-pornography charges against R. Kelly.

On the DVD, released Tuesday, Carey Kelly alleges that his more famous brother offered him $50,000, a house and a record contract if he would agree to testify that he appeared on the tape, but that he turned the offer down because he did not want to lie.

“I got a call about a year and a half ago,” Carey claims on the DVD, produced by Drahma Magazine. “My brother wanted me to do some s–t pertaining to this case that would leave me behind bars with a record deal. It doesn’t make sense, so I turned it down.

“Since I couldn’t lie for him in a court of law, we’re back to beefing again, and we ain’t brothers no more.”

The rumor that R. Kelly planned to finger his look-alike brother as the star of the sex tape first circulated several years back, but the R&B star’s lawyers denied that the ploy was part of their defense strategy.

Carey Kelly also claims that his brother beats his wife, Andrea; tried to molest their other brother’s daughter; molested their 12-year-old second cousin; and–oh yeah–that he’s bisexual.

“He trapped in the closet for real,” Carey Kelly said in a radio interview with New York’s Hot 97.

A spokesperson for R. Kelly declined to comment on the allegations, beyond calling them “ridiculous.”

“This is not the first time Carey has made ridiculous accusations against his brother,” the spokesperson told MTV News. “We’re not going to dignify them with a comment.”

Though Carey Kelly claims all of his allegations can be proven, his own credibility isn’t the strongest, seeing as he was recently released from prison on theft charges. He also openly holds a grudge against his brother, whom he claims owes him royalties for his contributions to several tracks on the 1993 album 12 Play.

For his part, R. Kelly has pleaded innocent to the charges against him.

His case continues in a Chicago courtroom on Apr. 7.

See You at the Crossroad Professor X

Saturday, March 18th, 2006

Repost From AllHipHip.com

Professor X of X-Clan Dies
By Houston Williams
Date: 3/17/2006 7:15 pm

Professor X of X-Clan has died in a New York-area hospital after a bout with meningitis, sources close to the situation told AllHipHop.com.

As a member of X-Clan, Professor X gained notoriety for his catch phrases “Vainglorious” and dissed fools by calling them “sissies.”

Additionally, Professor X, whose real name was Lumumba Carson, was the son of the late Civil Rights pioneer Sonny Carson, who produced The Education of Sonny Carson.

He also founded the grassroots organization BlackWatch.

Meningitis is a byproduct of bacterial or viral infections that overcome the body’s natural immune system.

The aggressive entities can be transmitted from other people through sneezing, coughing, kissing, infected blood, or contaminated water or food.

In August 2004, Professor X, auctioned off his time on eBay for a night on the town in New York City.

X-Clan released a pair of critically acclaimed albums, To the East, Blackwards (1990) and Xodus (1992), but soon after the Brooklyn-based collective disbanded.

In December 2005, X-Clan announced a comeback, but it was unclear if Professor X was party to the reunion. In 1995, X-Clan group member Sugar Shaft died from complications related to the AIDS virus.

Funeral arrangements haven’t been announced.

What’s on the mind of Furious Styles?

Monday, March 13th, 2006

There has been so much news over the past few weeks that I have barely had time to keep up with it. I just want to take a moment here to point out a few things that I think are notable.

First I would like to congratulate my black brother, Shani Davis, on becoming the FIRST African American to take home the gold in an individual sport at the Winter Olympics. Shani seemed to stir up some controversy, as many of our black athletes do, by not wanting to participate in the team race he was invited on shortly before. As the only black person, I’m sure Mr. Davis has experienced many hurdles and stumbling blocks in his way and as many African Americans know, at the end of the day we’re all just there to get our gold and you can save all your team rah-rah for later.

The next thing I wanted to comment on was the permanent Hip Hop exhibit that was just opened in the Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History. Hip Hop went big-time making it into America’s archive. I went to the Smithsonian during a school field trip to Washington D.C. with Close-Up back when I was in high school. The Museum is vast and covers a lot of American History in what I thought at the time was an unbiased manner. Hip Hop’s story started in the Bronx and is now worldwide and it’s a culture that I have been in since the beginning and grew with it. It’s good to see Hip Hop maturing and getting its props. But it leaves me to wonder if Hip Hop has become old news, an artifact, an exhibit like the Wright Bros. airplane and old sharecropper’s tools I saw on display when I visited the Smithsonian.

And finally I want to pay my respects to Kirby Puckett and Gordon Parks who both passed recently. (more…)

It’s Easy at the Oscars for a Pimp!

Monday, March 6th, 2006

Oscar StatueHip Hop, You Don’t Stop! 3-6 Mafia made history becoming the 1st Hip Hop group to perform at the Academy Awards and then joining Eminem as the second Hip Hop act to take home the coveted Oscar. Host Jon Stewart joked “You know what… I think it just got a little easier out here for a pimp,” and later added, “For anyone keeping record, Martin Scorsese, zero Oscars. For Three 6 Mafia, one.”

Who woulda thunk that the guys who brought us “Ridin’ Spinners” and rapped “It’s Hard Out Here For A Pimp,” would join the illustrious likes of Sidney Portier, Denzel Washington, Al Pacino, Meryl Streep, Jack Nicholson, Marlon Brando, Sir Laurence Olivier, Elizabeth Taylor, Tom Hanks, Dustin Hoffman, Robert De Niro, and Jodie Foster. It reminds me of that old Willie D song, “Who gives a f*ck about a G-damn Grammy?” Well I thank the guys for pushing Hip Hop culture further. I just have one question, will they be flossin there Gold Men in videos now instead of their Pimp Cups?

Adding to the Hip Hop theme of the night the movie, Crash with an all-star ensemble cast which includes Ludacris, Larenz Tate, Don Cheadle, Brendan Frasier, Sandra Bullock, Terance Howard and many more took home the Oscar for Best Picture. I saw this movie and was moved by it. It is a very realistic look at the intricacies of race, class, and status and how we all interact and deal with it daily in America. This is must-see watching if you haven’t seen it.

Since Eminem and 3-6 Mafia are the only Hip Hop acts to ever win an Oscar, it made me think of the great Hip Hop songs from movies that should be honored. So with no further ado here’s my list:

  • Beat Street Breakdown, Melle Melle – Beat Street (I saw Beat Street at the drive-in originally. You can’t buy that!)
  • Colors, Ice T – Colors (The world’s introduction to LA’s gang-bang culture.)
  • Fight The Power, Public Enemy – Do The Right Thing (Who was ready to riot after Radio Rahiem was murdered by the police? I still ask businesses in the Black community, Why it ain’t no brothas on the wall?”)
  • 911 Is a Joke, Flava Flav – House Party (This song is stuck in my head with John Witherspoon hollering out the window “Public Enema!”)
  • Same Song, Digital Underground / Tupac – Valkenvania (Tupac’s lyrical debut to the nation as he let us “He klowns around when he hangs around with the Underground.” This was tucked away on this Chevy Chase B-movie. Did anyone see it besides me?)
  • How To Survive In South Central, Ice Cube – Boyz In The Hood (Ice Cube’s acting debut and the beginning of his descent down the slopes of menaingful rhyming.)
  • Deep Cover, Dr. Dre and Snoop – Deep Cover (The introduction of Snoop Dogg’s and Laurence Fishburne playing one of his hardest roles ever.)
  • Juice Know The Ledge, Eric B. and Rakim – Juice (Tupac’s big-screen, acting debut. A very prophetic portrayal.)
  • Men In Black, Will Smith – Men In Black (Don’t hate, Will’s a hero of mine and I got his back!. He’s a very positive brotha, and he rose from quirky teen rapper to Top 5 Leading Man in Hollywood. The Hip Hop American Dream!)
  • Kill Bill Score, The Rza – Kill Bill (The movie was dope and Rza killed it with some out the box, ode to the classics ish.)

Please add your comments, songs, and movies that should be added to the list.

Don Knotts Passes Away

Sunday, February 26th, 2006

Don KnottsWhat Gen-Xer who grew up during the 70’s didn’t witness the silliness and homeliness of Don Knotts? Every last character he played is very memorable. As Deputy Barney Fife on “The Andy Griffith Show,” his crazy antics were the perfect foil to Andy Griffith’s straight-laced, All-American, good boy image. Then replacing the Ropers on “Three’s Company” as Mr. Furley, he was brilliant as the always bumbling landlord. Sidenote for all the Bay hip hop fans, that character was who Mac Dre based his alter ego Mr. Furly, the owner of the buildin’ on.

Somehow I remember watching his wacky movies on Saturday afternoons for the afternoon movie. Do any of yall remember the Saturday afternoon movie? I had two favorites, “The Incredible Mr. Limpet,” and “The Ghost and Mr. Chicken.” Mr. Limpet had me thinking I could turn into a fish if fell in the water. That’s kinda scary for a kid who lives in the Bay surrounded by water. Mr. Chicken was classic comedy with a few spooky moments for a much more innocent time.

Cheers to Don Knotts. R.I.P.

Black Men and Public Space

Saturday, February 25th, 2006

I read the following essay in the 10th grade, in Ms. Joe’s World Cultures / English class and it had a tremendous impact on my life. She is my all-time favorite teacher ever, along with her counterpart, Ms. Wolfe.

First, as a big, Black man I can relate to everything Brent Staples writes about, the thunk of car locks, letting people clear the lobby before entering it, not trailing people when I walk, and whistling unsettling tunes like Steely Dan to ease the discomfort. Anybody want to call me ‘Deacon Blues?’

Most interestingly though, I came to like his writing style. His choice of words and way of wielding language, makes it easy for him to make what is undescribable by most brothers easily understandable by any audience. His use of humor is quite insightful, and without being to laugh at the nastiness of life, we would all go crazy. What can you do anyway? Ignorance is such a behemoth monster to try to slay. I printed this in my Myspace Blog, but I feel the need to keep sharing it. Let me know what you think.

-Furious

Brent Staples
Black Men and Public Space
(Originally appeared in Harper’s Magazine Dec 1986) Big Black Man

My first victim was a woman — white, well dressed, probably in her early twenties.  I came upon her late one evening on a deserted street in Hyde Park, a relatively affluent neighborhood in an otherwise mean, impoverished section of Chicago.  As I swung onto the avenue behind her, there seemed to be a discreet, uninflammatory distance between us.  Not so.  She cast back a worried glance.  To her, the youngish black man — a broad six feet two inches with a beard and billowing hair, both hands shoved into the pockets of a bulky military jacket — seemed menacingly close.  After a few more quick glimpses, she picked up her pace and was soon running in earnest.  Within seconds she disappeared into a cross street.

    That was more than a decade ago, I was twenty-two years old, a graduate student newly arrived at the University of Chicago.  It was in the echo of that terrified woman’s footfalls that I first began to know the unwieldy inheritance I’d come into — the ability to alter public space in ugly ways.  (more…)