I remember my older cousin saying to me that any life lesson you want to learn is in a Jay-Z song. My cousin couldn’t have said a truer statement. Last year as I working with the Occupy movement Jay had attempted to co-opt the movement when he came with “Occupy All Streets” . I was fortunate to be working for a faction of the Occupy movement called Hard Block. We were responsible for strategizing the global occupy network. My mentor in pop activism Mikal Kamil was given credit for the work he put in with the Occupy movement in the book Occupy by famed revolutionary Noam Chomsky. I mention this because when the Jay-Z issue of co-opting the Occupy movement came about; hard block worked on defusing the situation. I feel like Jay saw an opening because generally Occupy was stuck on not making money from big businesses, to sustain themselves. We were prideful in our principles to a point that it became sinful. My only issue with the way that Jay had moved was that there was no mention of what he was going to do with the money that the shirts made. If a large portion of the proceeds were gonna go to; lets say Occupy the Hood. Since we didn’t know that part I had to side with Occupy and say kick rocks Jay. It was that incident that HOV went to number 2 on my list and NAS went to 1. After listening to Magna Carta Holy Grail; I felt inspired to revisit something I wrote about why I did not VOTE in this last election. Songs like “Oceans”, “F.U.T.W.”, and “Nickels and Dimes” made me realize that Jay-Z is on his Revolutionary Shit. He is “trying to come under the thumb of the regime” so from one Human Revolutionary to another. I humble thank you HOV for continuing to prove my cousins words true.
As November 6, 2012 approached the only thing buzzing was get out and vote. I had made my attempt to get my absentee ballot mailed to me and thought to myself why are they making this process so hard for me. In the twenty-first century why do I still have to resort to a nineteenth century way of voting. They have computers that are able to tract everything but votes huh! That was the first thing that got in my way of voting, the lack of technology. I followed through with the registration process and thought I had the absentee ballot mailed to my address in New Jersey. I asked my mother if the ballot had been sent to the house yet, her response of no. I knew from that moment on my vote wasn’t going to be counted. I had been toggling with the idea for quite sometime. In fact, when I went online to supposedly get my ballot mailed to me (which I did a whole month before the election) I was convinced that I did not care who won the election per se. The only reason I was going to vote was on principle. I wanted to do the right thing and represent for the people who risked their lives for me to have this simple privilege to voice my opinion. I knew it is the electoral college who chooses the Commander in Chief and the current state of politics as usual is pre dated and not evolving with humanity. I really, I mean really really wanted to pay homage to my ancestors. Well, as the saying goes, it’s the thought that counts! I found it funnier than (insert latest pop culture gossip) to see people posting on which ever social media medium; their comments about Barry O and Shit RAMENy leading up to the big day. Then someone or something started playing the HAARP and super storm Sandy hit. A-YO, I thought for sure that was a curve ball thrown to dupe the election process somehow. I from the East coast and I don’t ever remember there being a storm of that magnitude happening so late in the season destroying my beloved Board Walk Empire. It was inspiring to see how quickly we as people could come together in a time of need. I wanted to huge that pork sausage eating grizzle bear Chris Christie for telling Rupert Murdoch and the rest of those neo-cons he didn’t give a damn about presidential politics in Jerseys’ time of crisis.
I want to give Obama, the benefit of the doubt, for stepping up and handling the situation as he did without, overtly, playing it to his reelection advantage. He was pro active not reactive as a former president who shall go nameless was. President Obama was blessed by the creator in that moment. As quickly as Sandy blew in November 6th was rolling up and the Get OUT and VOTE propaganda took over the news again; I found myself caring even less that my voice was not going to be heard in this election year. My thoughts on the subject was and is this. Both candidates are running for the CEO position of the Corporation that is America. Romney wants to run this country like a multi national and Obama wants to run it like a Non Profit. Both have there share of tax advantages and loopholes that the common folk do not substantially benefit from. When we have to vote for the lesser of two evils; for companies to have to label their food as genetically modified; for weather or not the porn industry should have to wear condoms then I am OK with myself for not participating in the farce that is called the democratic process. As I sit here and write this I still don’t know who won the election because I went into seclusion to work on the one candidate that I could trust, ME. A wise man once wrote, a change in just one individual could change the world. That change is called HUMAN REVOLUTION.
Oh and BTW I did vote in the 2008 election when History was, actually, made. So I did repay my debt of gratitude to my Ancestors and even though I didn’t vote this time around I have a feeling that MY PRESIDENT is STILL of MIXED RACE.
I write this knowing you don’t care because I am not a trending topic.
I write this knowing you don’t care because I am not a famous actor.
I write this knowing you don’t care because I am not a famous music artist.
I write this knowing you don’t care because I am not an infamous criminal.
I write this knowing you don’t care because I am not a famous educator.
I write this knowing you don’t care because I am not a famous writer.
I write this knowing you don’t care because I am not a famous peace activist.
I write this knowing you don’t care because I am not a famous athlete.
I write this knowing you don’t care because I am Al-tru-iz-HIM