Again- yes, AGAIN- I was compelled to write to Hollywood about it’s refusal to confront the reality of the world around it. Yes, I wrote them yet another twitter screed tonight.
People, including myself, are beyond frustrated at the Hollywood’s refusal to talk about the plague of black on white crime. The “Knock out game”, and it’s racial implications, is being talked about openly now in public. In fact, it is the topic du jour. Last week I even had an in-depth discussion of it with my boss and co-workers in our weekly department meeting.
Which begs the questions: Where the fuck is CNN? Where are my girlfriends, those sirens who are paid millions of dollars because they supposedly have their fingers on the pulse of America? Where are the police, who I pay to “serve and protect” me? Where is the government, the so-called “global force for good”?
Along with everyone else, I am very, very disappointed in my girlfriends and the system they are paid to represent. How much longer are they going to procrastinate?
What would it take to get the mass media to report with honesty about what is going on? Are they waiting for an atrocity of a particular scale to break the ice? Say, do they need an incident in which a dozen people die? Or is it 20 people, perhaps? 50? 100? If they are waiting for a magic number, I wish someone would at least give us a hint as to what it is.
The media moguls must own up to this issue. They must because it was they who glamourized the image of the “angry black man” as the paragon of masculinity. It was they who pumped all of that dumb, violent rap music into the brains of all of those listless niggers in the inner cities. THEY did this.
They need to take responsibility for their actions, and they will, one way or another. Bastards.