Each generation must out of relative
obscurity discover its mission, fulfill it, or betray it.
--Frantz Fanon, The Wretched of the Earth
I have stood in a meeting with hundreds of youngsters and joined in
while they sang, "Ain't Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around." It's
not just a song; it is resolve. A few minutes later, I have seen those
same youngsters refuse to turn around before a pugnacious Bull Connor in
command of men armed with power hoses. These songs bind us together, give
us courage together, help us march together.
--Martin Luther King Jr., Why We Can't Wait
"You'll turn around if they put you in jail," a young black
man quips to a peer as counselor LaTosha Brown belts out the classic
freedom song.
It's the kickoff of the 21st Century Youth Leadership Movement's annual
winter summit, held last December at Tuskegee University in Alabama. In
1985 former SNCC activists and their children founded 21st Century on the
anniversary of the Selma marches, which ushered in the 1965 Voting Rights
Act. Three times a year the group convenes camps to teach movement history
to a generation with little appreciation of its accomplishments. They've
heard of sit-ins but little of SNCC. Media soundbites provide piecemeal
knowledge of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, but who was Ella Baker?
21st Century seeks to fill in the gaps before this generation slips
through. Yet the paradoxical pull of preparing for the future by building
a bridge to the past reveals just how wide the chasm has grown.
"When spirits got low, the people would sing," Brown
explains: "The one thing we did right/Was the day we started to
fight/Keep your eyes on the prize/Oh, Lord." Her rich contralto, all
by itself, sounds like the blended harmonies of Sweet Honey in the Rock,
but it's not stirring this crowd of 150 Southern youth. Two fresh-faced
assistants bound on stage to join in like cheerleaders at a pep rally.
Most of the others, however, take their cues from the older teens,
slouched in their seats in an exaggerated posture of cool repose. Brown
hits closer to their sensibilities when she resorts to funk. "Say it
loud," she calls. "I'm black and I'm proud," they respond.
But a brash cry from the back of the room speaks more to their hearts.
"Can we sing some Tupac?" Another cracks, "Y'all wanna hear
some Busta Rhymes?"
By the weekend's close, 21st Century co-founder Rose Sanders is voicing
a sentiment activists who work with young people increasingly share.
"Without hip-hop," says Sanders, 53, "I don't see how we
can connect with today's youth."
In Hiphop America, cultural critic Nelson George writes that this
post-civil rights generation may be the first black Americans to
experience nostalgia. Although it's proverbial that you can't miss what
you never had, or what never truly was, romantic notions of past black
unity and struggle--despite the state violence that created the sense of
community--magnify the despair of present realities. Public schools are
almost as segregated today as at the time of the 1954 Brown v. Board of
Education ruling. "Jail, no bail"--the civil-disobedience tactic
used by sixties activists to dismantle Southern apartheid--could just as
easily refer to the contemporary incarceration epidemic, ushered in by
mandatory minimum sentencing, three-strikes-you're-out laws and the
"war on drugs." The voter registration campaigns for which many
Southern blacks lost jobs, land and lives are now mocked by the fact that
13 percent of African-American men--1.4 million citizens--cannot vote
because of criminal records meted out by a justice system proven to be
neither blind nor just.
Hip-hop was created in the mid-seventies as black social movements
quieted down, replaced by electoral politics. It has deep sixties cultural
and political roots; Gil Scott-Heron and The Last Poets are considered the
forebears of rap. But once the institutions that supported radical
movements collapsed or turned their attention elsewhere, the seeds of
hip-hop were left to germinate in American society at large--fed by its
materialism, misogyny and a new, more insidious kind of state violence.
Under the watch of a new establishment of black and Latino elected
officials, funding for youth services, arts programs and community centers
was cut while juvenile detention centers and prisons grew. Public schools
became way stations warehousing youth until they were of prison age. Drugs
and the violence they attract seeped into the vacuum that joblessness
left. Nowhere was this decay more evident than in the South Bronx, which
came to symbolize urban blight the way Bull Connor's Birmingham epitomized
American racism--and black and Latino youth in the Boogie Down made it
difficult for society to pretend that it didn't see them.
In the tradition of defiance, of creating "somethin' outta nothin',"
they developed artistic expressions that came to be known as hip-hop.
Rapping, or MCing, is now the most well-known, but there are three other
defining elements: DJing, break dancing and graffiti writing. For most of
the seventies hip-hop was an underground phenomenon of basement parties,
high school gyms and clubs, where DJs and MCs "took two turntables
and a microphone," as the story has come to be told, creating music
from the borrowed beats of soul, funk, disco, reggae and salsa, overlaid
with lyrics reflecting their alienated reality. On city streets and in
parks, hip-hop crews--the peaceful alternative to gangs--sought to settle
disputes through lyrical battles and break-dancing competitions rather
than violence. On crumbling city walls and subways, graffiti writers left
their tags as proof that they'd passed that way, or that some friend had
passed on. Eventually, all of these mediums shaped in New York morphed
into regional styles defined by the cities in which they arose--Los
Angeles, Oakland, Chicago, Philadelphia, Atlanta.
Underground tapes showcasing a DJ's skills or an MC's rhymes were all
the outside world knew of rap music until 1979, when the Sugar Hill Gang
released "Rapper's Delight" on a small independent black label.
It wasn't the first rap album; many of the lyrics were recycled from
artists with more street credibility. But it was a novelty to the
mainstream. The record reached No. 36 on US charts and was a huge
international hit, purchased largely by young white males, whose tastes
have dictated the way rap music has been marketed and promoted ever since.
From those classic "a hip hippin to the hip hip hop" lyrics and
risqué "hotel-motel" rhymes, rap music has gone through various
phases--early eighties message raps, late-eighties Afrocentricity, early
nineties gangsta rap, today's rank materialism--and shows no signs of
stopping.
This past February, Time trumpeted hip-hop on its cover: "After 20
years--how it's changed America." In the past year it has been the
subject ofat least five academic conferences--from Howard to
Harvard to Princeton to UCLA to NYU. In January 2000, the Postal Service
plans to issue a hip-hop stamp. Nation colleague Mark Schapiro reports
that in Macedonian refugee camps, Kosovar Albanian youth shared tapes of
home-grown hip-hop, raging against life in prewar Kosovo. This creation of
black and Latino youth whom America discounted is now the richest--both
culturally and economically--pop cultural form on the planet.
Given hip-hop's social origins and infectious appeal, there's long been
a hope that it could help effect social change. The point of the music was
always to "move the crowd," for DJs to find the funkiest part of
the record--the "break beat"--and keep it spinning until people
flooded the dance floor and the energy raised the roof. In the late
eighties, Chuck D of Public Enemy declared rap "the black CNN"
and argued that the visceral, sonic force that got people grooving on the
dance floor could, along with rap's social commentary, get them storming
the streets.
If nothing else, rapping about revolution did raise consciousness.
Public Enemy inspired a generation to exchange huge gold rope chains,
which the group likened to slave shackles, for Malcolm X medallions. From
PE and others like KRS-ONE, X-Clan and the Poor Righteous Teachers, urban
youth were introduced to sixties figures like Assata Shakur and the Black
Panther Party, then began to contemplate issues like the death penalty,
police brutality, nationalism and the meaning of American citizenship.
These "old school hip-hop headz," in the parlance of the
culture, have come of age along with the music. Many of them are
activists, artists, educators, academics, administrators, entrepreneurs,
hoping to use hip-hop to awaken a younger generation in the way it began
to politicize them. Much of this "hip-hop activism" is in New
York, emanating from the culture's Bronx birthplace, but flashes of
organizing are being seen in San Francisco, Los Angeles, Washington,
Atlanta and cyberspace.
Last September former Nation of Islam minister Conrad Muhammad launched
A Movement for CHHANGE (Conscious Hip Hop Activism Necessary for Global
Empowerment) and its Million Youth Voter Registration Drive. El Puente
Academy for Peace and Justice in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, has a Hip Hop 101
course that borrows from Paulo Freire's teaching model: Educate to
liberate. In 1993 the Central Brooklyn Partnership, which has trained
people since 1989 to organize for economic justice, opened the first
"hip-hop credit union" in Bedford-Stuyvesant to offer
low-interest loans. The Prison Moratorium Project, a coalition of student
and community activists dedicated to ending prison growth and rebuilding
schools, is producing No More Prisons, a hip-hop CD featuring Hurricane G,
The Coup and Cornel West. In Atlanta, the Youth Task Force works with rap
artists Goodie Mobb to teach youth about environmental justice and
political prisoners. In the Bay Area, the Third Eye Movement, a youth-led
political and arts organization, has initiated a grassroots campaign
against police brutality that combines direct action, policy reform and
hip-hop concerts that serve as fundraisers, voter education forums and
mass demonstrations. The New York chapter of the Uhuru Movement, a black
nationalist organization that promotes communal living and
self-determination, has as its president Mutulu Olugbala, M1 of the rap
group Dead Prez. In cyberspace, Davey D's Hip-Hop Corner, produced by an
Oakland radio personality, keepsaficionados up to date on the
latest industry trends and issues affecting urban youth. On his own Web
site, Chuck D is waging a campaign to get rap artists to plunge into the
new MP3 technology, which offers musicians creative control and immediate
access to a global audience, bypassing corporate overhead and earning more
profits for themselves and, potentially, their communities.
For many activists, the creation of hip-hop amid social devastation is
in itself a political act. "To--in front of the world--get up on a
turntable, a microphone, a wall, out on a dance floor, to proclaim your
self-worth when the world says you are nobody, that's a huge, courageous,
powerful, exhilarating step," says Jakada Imani, a civil servant in
Oakland by day and a co-founder of the Oakland-based production company
Underground Railroad. Concerted political action will not necessarily
follow from such a restoration of confidence and self-expression, but it
is impossible without it. Radical movements never develop out of despair.
It's too early to say whether the culture can truly be a path into
politics and not just a posture, and, if it can, what those politics might
be. But what is emerging throughout the country--when the influence of the
black church has diminished, national organizations seem remote from
everyday life and, in some sense, minority youth have to start from
scratch--is an effort to create a space where youth of color can go beyond
pain to resistance, where alternative institutions, and alternative
politics, can develop.
As Tricia Rose, professor of Africana studies and history at New York
University and author of Black Noise: Rap Music and Black Culture in
Contemporary America, puts it, "The creation, and then tenacious
holding on, of cultural forms that go against certain kinds of grains in
society is an important process of subversion." It is "about a
carving out of more social space, more identity space. This is critical to
political organizing. It's critical to political consciousness."
Because of its osmotic infusion into the mainstream, Rose argues, hip-hop
culture could be used to create a conversation about social justice among
young people, much as black religious culture influenced the civil rights
discourse of the sixties.
Come on, baby, light my fire/Everything you drop is so tired/Music is
supposed to inspire/How come we ain't getting no higher?
--Lauryn Hill, "Superstar"
The parallel may stop with broad social appeal. There are critical
distinctions between black religious culture and hip-hop that make using
hip-hop for social change a complicated gesture, suggests Richard
Yarborough, English professor and director of the Center for
African-American Studies at UCLA. "Black religious culture didn't
threaten mainstream white liberals the way hip-hop does," notes
Yarborough. "It grew directly out of black social institutions, while
hip-hop has few sustained institutional bases. Black religious culture
never became fodder for the mainstream commodity economy the way hip-hop
has. It provided a central role for black women, while the role of women
in hip-hop is still problematic. Black religious culture was associated
with the moral high ground, while hip-hop is too often linked to
criminality."
Indeed, Davey D dubbed 1998 "The Year of the Hip-Hop
Criminal." Scores of artists, from Busta Rhymes and DMX to Ol' Dirty
Bastard and Sean "Puffy" Combs, were arrested that year on
charges ranging from assault to drug and weapons possession to domestic
and sexual violence. Given the hip-hop mandate to "keep it
real," to walk the talk of rap music, the inescapable question
becomes, What kind of perspectives are youth tapping into and drawing on
in hip-hop music?
At the 21st Century youth camp, students are attending the workshop
"Hip-Hop 2 Educate." Discussion facilitator Alatunga asks the
students to list the music's major themes, prompting a lugubrious litany,
in this order: death, pain, drugs, sex, alcohol, gangbanging, guns,
struggling in life, reality, murder and childbirth (an odd inclusion,
perhaps provoked by Lauryn Hill's joyful ode to her firstborn). The young
woman who offers "childbirth" then suggests "love." A
fan of Kirk Franklin's hip-hop-inflected gospel says "God." It
is Alatunga who suggests "politics." The students duly note it
on their list.
For the next exercise, he has each person name a "positive"
rapper. The first to respond cite the obvious: Lauryn Hill, Goodie Mobb,
Outkast. The rest struggle, coming up with current, though not necessarily
politically conscious, chart toppers: Jay-Z, DMX, the whole No Limit
family. Gospel singer Fred Hammond is allowed because Kirk Franklin was
before. Tupac gets in because everyone feels bad he died before fulfilling
his potential. Master P, chief exec of the No Limit label, raises some
eyebrows because of his hustler image but slides in because it's argued
that the distribution contract he negotiated with Priority Records, which
secures him 80 percent of the sales revenue, upsets the classic
master-slave relationship between the industry and artists. Alatunga
finally draws the line at master marketer Puff Daddy, reminding the group
that by "positive" he means political, not just "getting
paid."
It's a tricky business fitting culture into politics. Adrienne
Shropshire, 31, is a community organizer in Los Angeles with AGENDA
(Action for Grassroots Empowerment and Neighborhood Development
Alternatives), which came together after the 1992 "Rodney King
riots." "Oftentimes the music reinforces the very things that we
are struggling against," she says. "How do we work around issues
of economic justice if the music is about 'getting mine'? How do we
promote collective struggle when the music is about individualism?"
In 1995, AGENDA tried using hip-hop culture in its organizing efforts
against Prop 209, the anti-affirmative action ballot measure that
eventually passed. Organizers hoped to get youth involved in canvassing
around voter education and peer education workshops in schools through
open-mike poetry nights. The organizers succeeded in creating a space to
talk about social justice issues. They also were able to introduce
themselves to artists whom they often failed to reach doing campus-based
work. And the events were fun, balancing the unglamorous work of
organizing.
Overall, though, Shropshire said, "people didn't make the
leap" between raising issues and taking action. They would attend the
Friday night poetry reading but pass on the Saturday morning rally.
"The attitude was 'If I'm rapping about social justice, isn't that
enough?' They wanted to make speeches on the mike, but there was not a
critical mass who could take the next step in the process."
This failed experiment forced AGENDA organizers to return to more tried
and true techniques: door-to-door canvassing; editorials for local,
college and high school newspapers; educational workshops on campuses;
collaboration with on-campus student organizations. At their meetings they
passed out "action cards" for people to note the areas in which
they had expertise: media, outreach, fundraising, event security, etc. And
they came to understand that the solid core of people who remained were
not the dregs of the hip-hop open-mikes but the die-hard troops who could
be counted on over the long haul of a campaign.
As AGENDA learned firsthand, the pitfall organizers have to avoid is
becoming like advertisers, manipulating youth culture for their own ends.
About a decade ago, Tricia Rose recalls, Reynolds Wrap had a campaign with
a cartoon figure reciting rhymes over corny beats about using the plastic
wrap. Since teenagers rarely purchase Reynolds Wrap, the commercial was
rather odd and largely unsuccessful. "But once the advertisers moved
into the realm of youth products," says Rose, "then the fusion
was complete. There was no leap. You could do sneakers, soda, shoes,
sunglasses, whatever, because that's what they're already consuming."
We don't pull no rabbits from a hat/we pull rainbows/from a trash
can/we pull hope from the dictionary/n teach it how to ride the subway/we
don't guess the card in yo hand/we know it/aim to change it/yeah/we know
magic/and don't be so sure that card in yo hand/is the Ace
--Ruth Forman, "We Are the Young Magicians"
"I believe in magic," poet/actor Saul Williams chants into
the mike at CBGB in New York's East Village, backed up by a live band with
violin, viola, drum, bass and electric guitars, and accompanied by a
"live performance painting" by Marcia Jones, his partner. In
1996 Williams won the Grand Slam Championship, a competition among
spoken-word artists who bring a hip-hop aesthetic to poetry.
"Magic," Williams riffs, "not bloodshed," will bring
on "the revolution." The transformative power of art is the
theme of his hit movie Slam, in which Williams plays a street poet cum
drug dealer incarcerated for selling marijuana. Through his poetry, and
beautiful writing teacher, the protagonist transforms himself and fellow
inmates. At the movie's end, he raps, "Where my niggas at?" both
demanding to know where all the troops are who should be fighting against
injustice, and lamenting that they are increasingly in jail. At CBGB, when
Williams asks, "Where my wizards at?" the challenge to the
hip-hop community to transform society through art is clear.
Later, Williams predicted a "changing of the guard" in
hip-hop, from a commodity culture to an arts renaissance that reconnects
with hip-hop's sixties Black Arts Movement roots. There are plenty of
skeptics. Last September, at a festival of readings, panels and
performances in Baltimore and College Park, Maryland, sixties poet Mari
Evans argued that while the Black Arts Movement was the cultural arm of a
political movement, the work of contemporary artists is "an
expression of self rather than the community."
Considering that these are not the sixties and there is not yet a
movement to be the arm of, a better analogy would be to the Beat poets of
the fifties, whose subversive art prefigured the political tumult that
would arise only a few years later, even if they didn't anticipate it.
Today, what look like mere social events may represent a prepolitical
phase of consciousness building that's integral to organizing. Often,
these open-mike nights and poetry slams have politically conscious themes
that the poets address in their rhymes. They are also increasingly used
for education and fundraising. For instance, Ras Baraka, son of Black Arts
father Amiri Baraka, used the proceeds from his weekly Verse to Verse
poetry nights in Newark to raise money for his political campaigns for
mayor in 1994 and city council in 1998. (He lost both races narrowly, in
runoffs.)
Others are developing companies, curriculums and performance spaces to
institutionalize hip-hop and reclaim it as a tool for liberation.
Mannafest, a performance company, seeks to develop the voice of black
London by creating a space where people can express their ideas on
political and social issues. This fall the Brecht Forum in New York will
sponsor a nine-week "course of study for hip-hop
revolutionaries." Akila Worksongs, an artist-representation company,
evolved out of president April Silver's work in organizing the first
national hip-hop conference at Howard University in 1991. One of its
missions is to "deglamorize" hip-hop for school-age kids. About
the responsibility of artists, Silver says, "You can't just wake up
and be an artist. We come from a greater legacy of excellency than that.
Artists don't have the luxury to not be political."
At the Freestyle Union (FSU) in Washington, DC, artist development
isn't complete without community involvement. That philosophy grew out of
weekly "cipher workshops," in which circles of artists improvise
raps under a set of rules: no hogging the floor, no misogyny, no battling.
The last of those, which defies a key tenet of hip-hop, has outraged
traditionalists, who see it feminizing the culture. What this
transformation has created is a cadre of trained poet-activists, the
Performance Corps, who run workshops and panels with DC-based
universities, national educational conferences, the Smithsonian
Institution and the AIDS Project, on issues ranging from domestic violence
to substance abuse and AIDS prevention. This summer FSU and the Empower
Program are holding a twelve-week Girls Hip-Hop Project, which tackles
violence against women.
Obviously, as Tricia Rose points out, this stretching of the culture,
even if it does raise political consciousness, "is not the equivalent
of protesting police brutality, voting, grassroots activism against toxic
waste dumping, fighting for more educational resources, protecting young
women from sexual violence." Toni Blackman, the founder of FSU,
admits as much. "As artists," she says, "we're not
necessarily interested in being politicians. We are interested in making
political statements on issues that we care about. But how do you give
young people the tools to decide how to spend their energy to make their
lives and the world better?"
It's a good question, but activist/artist Boots of the Oakland-based
rap group The Coup laid the challenge far more pointedly in an interview
with Davey D in 1996: "Rappers have to be in touch with their
communities no matter what type of raps you do, otherwise people won't
relate. Political rap groups offered solutions only through listening.
They weren't part of a movement, so they died out when people saw that
their lives were not changing. On the other hand, gangsta groups and
rappers who talk about selling drugs are a part of a movement. The drug
game has been around for years and has directly impacted lives, and for
many it's been positive in the sense that it earned people some money.
Hence gangsta rap has a home. In order for political rap to be around,
there has to be a movement that will be around that will make people's
lives better in a material sense. That's what any movement is about,
making people's lives better."
In order to have a political movement, you have to have education and
consciousness. It's very difficult to mix education and consciousness with
capitalism. And most people, when confronted with an option, will pick
money over everything else.
--Lisa Williamson, a k a Sister Souljah
It's all about the Benjamins, baby.
--Sean "Puffy" Combs, a k a Puff Daddy, No Way Out
Organizing the hip-hop generation is "an idea whose time has
come," says Lisa Sullivan, president of LISTEN (Local Initiative
Support Training Education Network), a youth development social change
organization in Washington. "But there's no reason to believe that it
will happen naturally."
No organizing ever does. The grassroots work that is going on around
the country is mostly small, diffuse and underfunded. For it ever to reach
a mass scale, Sullivan argues, there will have to be an independent
infrastructure to support close-to-the-ground organizing. That means
training, coordination and leadership building. It also means money. There
is plenty of that among the most successful rappers--for the uninitiated,
"the Benjamins" refers to $100 bills--but for the most part
they, and the projects they get behind, are in thrall to the corporate
ideology that made them stars.
Consider Rock the Vote's Hip-Hop Coalition, designed to register black
and Latino youth for the 1996 presidential election using the same model
by which rock artists have tried to convince white youth that voting is
relevant to their lives. The brainchild of rapper LL Cool J, the Hip-Hop
Coalition was led by former Rock the Vote executive director Donna Frisby
and involved artists Chuck D, Queen Latifah and Common Sense, among
others, registering almost 70,000 youth of color, versus hundreds of
thousands of white youth.
This media strategy didn't succeed as Frisby had hoped, so the
coalition took its show on the road, staging political forums where rap
artists and local politicians talked to teenagers about the political
process. What was clear from these open forums was that, besides the
political apathy characteristic of most young people, there is a deeper
sense of alienation. "African-American and low-income youth feel that
the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence were not created with
us in mind," says Frisby. "So people felt, the system isn't
doing anything to help me, why should I participate in it?"
From these experiences Frisby learned that not only will programs for
minority youth always be given short shrift by mainstream
underwriters--the Hip-Hop Coalition never got the media support of its
white counterpart--but they won't even reach their audience unless they
are specifically designed for youth of color. Now she and Chuck D have a
new venture, Rappers Educating All Curricula through Hip-Hop (REACH).
Building on the Hip-Hop Coalition, REACH is recruiting a cadre of artists
as "conduits of learning," making public appearances at schools,
juvenile detention centers, community centers. In nurturing more conscious
artists, Chuck D and Frisby hope more conscious art will result. The group
also plans to develop educational tools incorporating hip-hop songs.
"Hip-hop is first and foremost a communication tool," says Chuck
D. "For the last twenty years, hip-hop has communicated to young
people all across the world, people in different time zones, who speak
different languages, teaching them more about English, or black hip-hop
lingo, quicker than any textbook can." REACH aims to narrow the
cultural and generational gap between teachers and students in the public
schools, and to promote the idea that "being smart is being
cool."
As described by Chuck D, however, REACH seems in many ways to be an
if-you-can't-beat-'em-join-'em approach. To compete for the short
attention spans of youth, he says, social change organizations have to be
like corporations. "A lot of organizations that have been out there
for a long time are not really on young people's minds. In the information
age, there are so many distractions. Organizations have to market
themselves in a way so that they are first and foremost on young people's
minds and supply the answers and options that they might need."
But political organizing isn't about supplying "answers." As
Sister Souljah puts it, "Just because you have the microphone doesn't
mean you know what you're talking about. Just because you can construct a
rhyme doesn't mean that you know how to organize a movement or run an
organization." Souljah came to broad public attention during the 1992
presidential campaign when Bill Clinton, gunning for Jesse Jackson to woo
the conservative vote, distorted a statement she had made about the LA
riots. But before there was Sister Souljah, rap icon, there was Lisa
Williamson, activist. At Rutgers University, she was involved in campaigns
against apartheid and police brutality. With the United Church of Christ's
Commission for Racial Justice, she mobilized young people for various
events in the black community and organized a star-studded concert at
Harlem's Apollo Theater to fund a summer camp she'd developed. Impressed
with her organizing skills, Chuck D christened her "Sister Souljah"
and designated her minister of information for Public Enemy.
Today, Souljah is executive director of Daddy's House--the nonprofit
arm of Puffy's rap empire, Bad Boy Entertainment--which runs a summer camp
for urban youth and provides meals for the homeless during the holidays.
"The stars we choose to celebrate are reflections of who we are as a
people," she says. "Right now we celebrate those with money, but
that has nothing to do with understanding history, culture or
understanding your future. And I think that's missing in hip-hop right
now."
Last November in an Essence profile, Combs said that he wanted to use
his popularity and influence to galvanize his generation to exercise their
political power in the 2000 presidential election. Last September Master
P's nonprofit foundation helped finance the Million Youth March. Rap
artists are clearly not political leaders--they might be better described
as representatives of their record labels than of their communities--but
they do have one obvious role to play if they want to foster activism.
While Sullivan embodies the idea of organizing as a fundamentally
grassroots undertaking, she knows that it can't survive on sweat alone.
"Hip-hop is a billion-dollar industry," she says, "and
there are people who can play a venture philanthropist role. But that
would require educating them about different ways to be
philanthropists." No doubt, Master P and Puffy get capitalism. In
1998, the two were the top-selling rap artists, with Master P earning $57
million and Combs $54 million. But "the $64,000 Question," says
Sullivan, "is could [they] become what Sidney Poitier and Harry
Belafonte were for the civil rights movement? Those two guys actively
financed how people got from Mississippi to Atlantic City," she
recalls, referring to the historic all-black Mississippi State delegation,
led by Fannie Lou Hamer, that demanded to be seated at the 1964 Democratic
convention in place of the state's white segregationists.
Sullivan was the field coordinator of the Children's Defense Fund and,
until 1996, manager of its Black Student Leadership Network, a service and
child advocacy program. Her subsequent stint as a consultant at the
Rockefeller Foundation convinced her that a movement of the hip-hop
generation will have to fund itself. "Traditional foundations are not
going to support this work. You have a couple of program officers in the
arts and humanities who get how important youth culture is to reaching
alienated young people. While they tend to be radical and politicized, the
institutions that they money-out from are not anywhere comfortable
supporting what a mature hip-hop political agenda could be."
For Sullivan, such an agenda would address three issue areas. Top on
the list is the criminal justice system, including police brutality and
the incarceration epidemic. "It's the whole criminalization of poor,
urban youth," she says. "That's a policy area that folks have
got to get a handle on quickly. And it's also a place where our
constituency numbers--our power--if organized well, could move the policy
agenda away from its current punitive, negative stance." Public
education is agenda item number two: "People are being set up. This
is the system that is the most dysfunctional in the country, and something
drastic has to occur so that people acquire the skills and have a fighting
chance in terms of the economic future. A bad public education system
feeds a whole generation of young people into the criminal justice
system." Finally, activists need to address people losing the vote
because of incarceration: "This is about the health of American
democracy. What is happening to the hip-hop community around the loss of
citizenship is permanently preventing many of us from ever being able to
participate in the democratic process."
If you ain't talkin' about endin' exploitation/then you just another
sambo in syndication/always sayin' words that's gon' bring about
elation/never doin' sh*t that's gon' bring us vindication/and while we
getting strangled by the slave-wage grippers/you wanna do the same,/and
say we should put you in business?/so you'll be next to the ruling class,
lyin' in a ditch/cuz when we start this revolution all you prolly do is
snitch.
--The Coup, "Busterismology"
Once all this activism matures, it's hard to say whether it will
resemble hip-hop, or the left, as we know it. But a few operations on the
ground suggest some necessary features. First off, it has to be youth led
and defined. At the weekly rally for A Movement for CHHANGE, everyone is
frisked as they enter the National Black Theater in Harlem, women on the
left, men on the right. "Hip-hop minister" Conrad Muhammad, the
motive force behind the group, is waging a mass voter registration drive
in preparation for 2001, when he hopes to sponsor a convention to announce
a bloc of young urban voters with the political clout to influence the
mayoral agenda. The minister's roots lie in the Nation of Islam, but at
the rally he sounds more like a Southern Baptist preacher.
"Would you, please, brother, register today?" Muhammad pleads
with a dreadlocked black man sitting with his wife. Their new baby just
had a harrowing hospital stay. They're relieved that the baby is healthy
and that insurance will pay for the visit, but initially neither was a
certainty. After the minister's hourlong pitch, the man is still
unconvinced that casting a ballot and then hounding politicians, of any
color, will assure strong black communities of healthcare, good schools
and intact families.
Voter registration is an odd, and hard, sell coming from a man who,
until three years ago, never cast a ballot and, while minister of the
Nation of Islam's Mosque #7 in Harlem, preached against it. But Muhammad,
34, tries. It's mid-November 1998, the same week Kwame Ture, a k a
Stokeley Carmichael, died and the Madd Rapper, a k a Deric
"D-Dot" Angeletti, ambushed and battered the then-editor in
chief of the hip-hop magazine Blaze. Someone, Muhammad figures, ought to
be the bridge between the civil rights tradition and the hip-hop
generation, and it might as well be him.
He appeals to that sense of competition supposedly at the core of
hip-hop: "If Kwame at 21 could go down to Lowndes County and register
his people to vote, so can we." He appeals to a sense of shame:
"This is the talented tenth that Du Bois said was supposed to come up
with solutions to the problems of our people, and here they are fighting
and killing each other up in corporate offices. Brothers and sisters, you
know we got to make a change from that kind of craziness." He goads:
"Talkin' 'bout you a nationalist, you don't believe in the system.
You're a part of the system!" He suggests outright poverty:
"Somebody had to say, 'I'll forgo the riches of this world to make
sure that my people are in power.' If Stokeley died with $10 in his pocket
I'd be surprised." He pushes the willingness-to-suffer motif that
characterized the early civil rights movement: "James Meredith
decided to have a march against fear. We need one of those today in the
'hood, where dope is being sold, people are destroying themselves,
frivolity and ignorance are robbing this generation of its substance.
Meredith marched by himself--of course, he was shot down. You make that
kind of stand, you're going to be shot down." At long last, he gets
to his point: "If A Movement for CHHANGE can organize the youth, get
them off these street corners, get them registered, make them conscious,
active players in the political landscape, maybe we can vote Sharpton into
office as mayor or Jesse as President."
The grandmothers of the amen gallery in the audience punctuate each
exhortation with cheers, and a few raised fists. The young folks quietly
mull over the prospects: poverty, suffering, Sharpton, Jesse. At one
point, a 17-year-old decked in the "ghetto fabulous" hip-hop
style--baggy jeans, boots, black satin do-rag, huge rhinestone studs
weighing down each lobe--challenges the voter registration model of
political empowerment. "They [politicians] always say things, do
things, but soon as they get in office, they don't say and do what they're
supposed to. The community that I live in is mostly, like, a drug
environment. And they're always talking about, we're going to get the drug
dealers, we're going to bust them, we're going to stop all the gangs,
we're going to stop all the black-on-black crime, we're going to have our
own businessmen. And they never follow their word, so what's the sense in
voting?"
"Let's put you in office," says Muhammad. "In 2001, when
forty-two City Council seats come up [in New York City], let's run
you."
"Run me?" the young brother asks incredulously, biting a
delighted grin. He is clearly interested in the idea of being involved,
even a leader, in his community. But if these are the terms, he and his
peers don't seem so sure.
Secondly, a mature hip-hop political movement will have more than a
race-based political analysis of the issues affecting urban youth.
Increasingly, the face of injustice is the color of the rainbow, so a
black-white racial analysis that pins blame on some lily-white power
structure is outdated. At the 21st Century meeting in Tuskegee the theme
of the weekend was miseducation and tracking. In the Selma public schools,
however, more than 90 percent of the students are black, so whatever the
remedial tracking, it is happening along class lines, instituted by black
teachers, principals and superintendents. "All teachers except for
the whites told me that I wasn't going to be anybody," says a
heavyset, dark, studious young man, who transferred from the public school
system to a Catholic school. When he asked many of the black teachers for
help, the response was often flip and cutting: "Your mama's smart,
figure it out."
Ras Baraka tells of how Black NIA F.O.R.C.E., the protest group he
founded while at Howard University in the late eighties, descended on a
Newark City Council meeting to oppose an ordinance banning citizens from
speaking at its sessions. They were arrested for disrupting city business
on the orders of Donald Tucker, a black councilman. "Stuff like 'the
white man is a devil' is anachronistic," Baraka says. "The white
man didn't make Donald Tucker call the police on us. He did that on his
own."
In explaining his actions, Tucker invoked his own history in civil
rights sit-ins. "That's their disclaimer to justify doing
anything," Baraka says. "If it were white people [jailing
peaceful demonstrators], the people would be outraged. The irony is that
we went down there singing civil rights songs. We thought we would call
the ghosts of Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers and Kwame Ture on their
asses, but it didn't even faze them. They have more in common now with the
people who oppress us than with us. In that sense the times are changing,
so our level of organizing has to change."
Like many activists working on a range of issues across the left in
this country, these organizers are beginning to shift focus from civil
rights to human rights. As Malaika Sanders, the current executive director
of 21st Century, puts it, "Civil rights is based on the state and
what the state has defined as the rights of the people." Human
rights, on the other hand, is based on the rationale that "no matter
who or where I am, I have some basic rights, so it's not about voting
rights or what the law is." She argues that human rights presents a
more motivating rationale for activism. Whereas a civil rights
philosophy--focused on a finite set of principles that define
citizenship--can lead to despair as those rights are never fully attained
or are subject to the mood of the times, "a human rights approach
allows a vision that's bigger than your world or what you think on a
day-to-day basis."
On the West Coast, the Third Eye Movement has developed a theory of
organizing that goes from civil rights to human rights, from nationalism
to internationalism. It couples grassroots organizing with programs and
policy analysis, using hip-hop culture not just to educate and politicize
but to help young people express their concerns in their own language, on
their own terms. Third Eye activists used rap and song to testify before
the San Francisco Police Commission in 1997 after Officer Marc Andaya
stomped and pepper-sprayed to death Aaron Williams, an unarmed black man.
By the sixth week of these appearances, three of the five commissioners
had resigned. Their replacements fired Andaya for his brutal police record
shortly after being seated. Third Eye also worked recently on the case of
Sheila DeToy, a 17-year-old white girl shot in the back of the head by
police.
"They've taken hip-hop where it's never been before. They've taken
hip-hop ciphers to the evening news," boasts Van Jones, executive
director of the Ella Baker Center for Human Rights in San Francisco, one
of the principals of Third Eye. Mixed with hip-hop's aggressive attitude,
the political message can get "scary," he says. "You won't
find it in a traditional civics-class curriculum: We're willing to take
issues into our hands if the system won't work. As scary as people thought
gangsta rap was, it's nothing compared to young people using hip-hop to
express what they're going through and targeting the people who are really
responsible."
Jones says he founded the Ella Baker Center--named to honor the soul
mother of SNCC--in response to the failures of the civil rights
establishment, which had become "too tame and too tired."
"I don't believe the true power of the people can be confined to a
ballot box," he says, but must express itself in strikes, boycotts,
pickets, civil disobedience. "We need to be about the whup-ass.
Somebody's f*cking up somewhere. They have names and job descriptions. You
have to be creative about how you engage the enemy, because if you do it
on his terms, the outcome is already known."
Most important, a mature hip-hop movement will have to deal with the
irony of using hip-hop. Organizing for social change requires that people
tap into their mutual human vulnerability and acknowledge their common
oppression before they can bond, and band, together in solidarity. Though
born in and of alienation and extreme social vulnerability, hip-hop
culture is not eager to boast of it. Whereas the blues embraced pain to
transcend it, hip-hop builds walls to shield against further injury. So
getting to that place where the music might once again speak of individual
frailty and collective strength is a difficult task.
At a December 12 rally for Mumia Abu-Jamal--co-sponsored by Third Eye
and STORM (Standing Together to Organize a Revolutionary Movement), among
others--students from the Bay Area crowd the steps of Oakland's City Hall.
It's the kind of rally a traditional leftist would recognize. White
radicals pass out socialist papers, petitions to end the death penalty and
"Free Mumia" decals. Placards and banners quote Malcolm X,
Assata Shakur, Che Guevara. The difference is that hip-hop headz take
center stage, leaving older white lefties on the periphery with their
pamphlets.
It is not exactly a changing of the guard. The rally begins on a shaky
note. The Ella Baker Center's youth coordinator, Jasmin Barker, steps to
the mike and calls for a moment of silence. Minutes before, the sound
system was blaring what might be called less than conscious rap. It's
difficult for some to make the switch from the gangsta lyrics to a spirit
of solidarity with Mumia. Barker persists like a schoolmarm and finally
gets the reverence she demands. She then calls for a "moment of
noise" to put the city government on notice. But it's Saturday. City
Hall is closed. Downtown Oakland is empty. If mass demonstrations are for
the onlookers, at first glance it seems as if these young activists have
made the most basic of organizing errors: staging an action for a targeted
constituency that's not even around. But soon enough it's evident that the
objective here, this day, is to assert a generational identity, a
collective sense of political possibility.
"Chill with the sellin' papers while the rally's goin' on," a
young brother named Ryan scolds a man passing out Workers Vanguard during
a step routine by seven Castlemont High School students. They are wearing
blue jeans, sneakers, white T-shirts and fluorescent orange decals that
say "Free Mumia," distributed by Refuse and Resist. They stand
at attention, in single file, each girl holding two empty aluminum cans
end to end. The lead girl sets the beat with a syncopated chant: "Mu-miiiiii-aa!
Free Mumia, yeah! Mu-miiiiii-aa!" The other six chime in, and the
line begins to move like a locomotive, with hands and legs clapping and
stomping to recreate the diasporan rhythms that are at the heart of
hip-hop.
Speakers pass the mike. Castlemont junior Muhammad, 15, explains the
uses of the criminal justice system, from police brutality to the death
penalty, to uphold the interests of the ruling class in his own hip-hop
lingo. Latifah Simon, founder of the Center for Young Women's Development
in San Francisco, relates Mumia's predicament to their lives: "If
they should kill Mumia what will they do to you? If they should kill a
revolutionary, people got to be in the streets screaming. It was young
people like the ones here," she reminds the 300 on the steps of City
Hall, "who made the civil rights movement happen." A white kid
named Michael Lamb, with UC Berkeley's Poetry for the People collective,
pays tribute to Saul Williams and Slam in reciting a rap with the refrain
"Where my crackers at?" suggesting that the struggle for true
democracy in America needs to be an equal opportunity affair.
It is Dontario Givens, 15, who best illustrates the impact a burgeoning
hip-hop movement could have on a generation so long alienated. His
favorite record at the moment is Outkast's tribute to Rosa Parks, the
mother of the civil rights movement. But when his social studies teacher
asked him to speak at the rally on behalf of Mumia, his first response was
pure hip-hop: "Why should I care?" It took him three weeks to
sort through his initial resistance before hitting on that space of
empathy and recognition that is the cornerstone of organizing. "What
would I want the world to do if I was Mumia?" he asked himself.
"Come together and make the revolution.
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