Every now and then the definite valleys of American pop culture expose themselves. Â In the case of a “rapper” named Azealia Banks (yeah, I’d never heard of her, either), that turned out to be a literal truth. Â On Twitter. Â For the entire universe to see.
It seems that The Blaze‘s Matt Walsh called on Ms. Banks to follow through on her threat (rather than a promise) to leave the United States since she revealed in a Playboy interview just how much she hates it here. Â This is what the girl had to say:
â€œI hate everything about this country. Like, I hate fat white Americansâ€¦ All the people who are crunched into the middle of America, the real fat and meat of America, are these racist conservative white people who live on their farmsâ€¦ Those little teenage girls who work at Kmart and have a racist grandma â€” thatâ€™s really America.â€…
â€œAs long as I have my money, Iâ€™m getting the f*** out of here and Iâ€™m gonna leave yâ€™all to your own devices.â€
â€œBlack people need reparations for building this country, and we deserve way more f***ing credit and respectâ€¦ When you rip a people from their land, from their customs, from their culture â€” thereâ€™s still a piece of me that knows Iâ€™m not supposed to be speaking English, Iâ€™m not supposed to be worshiping Jesus Christâ€¦All this s**t is unnatural to me.â€
Forget the historical inaccuracies for a moment and just consider the hatred for the country that made Ms. Banks rich. Â These were the portions of that interview that Mr. Walsh of The Blaze used in his blog post to not quite calmly recommend to Ms. Banks to not let the door hit her on the way out. Â (Not touching the race issue with a ten foot pole even if it is true.) Â In fact, he offers to purchase the ticket for her like a true gentleman…well in the middle of explaining a few things about America. Â How does this little “hip-hop” person respond?
This tweet has since been removed. Â The big black rectangle is covering one portion of a woman that should ALWAYS be covered in public – and it’s not her breasts.
What kind of person posts a picture of her genitals online, something so disgusting and coarse, in response to a white man offering to buy a vitriolic black girl a one way ticket to anywhere she wants to go? Â Granted, Walsh did put quite a bit of guilt-ridden information in his post, and did ask why America was good enough just for a poor rapper to get rich, but not to thank a farmer rather than insult the entire group, many of whom are quite generous with their product. Â He also explained that she might not want to go to certain parts of the world – namely anyplace dominated by Muslims – lest she be arrested for indecency. Â (It’s worth a read.)
The wider question on Azealia Bank’s place in American life and culture is still open, though. Â How do girls who are willing to expose themselves to all and sundry, and make a living performing “music” (I’m a classical musician. Â I can put music in quotes when it comes to rap) with text that would be bleeped on any major network manage to even capture our attention? Â One would think that decent Americans would ignore such behavior.
Well, to be honest, we do, which is why the Azealia Banks’ of the country are unknown to us. Â Which is also why we are hated…and why such “artists” must resort to offensive, and sluttish behavior in order to get attention. Â What is more sad, is that in an era of starkly metaphorical black and white oversexing versus perceived puritanism, such maneuvers are not roundly condemned across society. Â And THAT is the most damning part of this entire episode.
So far, the people of the entertainment industry have not called out Ms. Banks on anything she said in her Playboy interview other than criticism of fellow “artists” Kanye West, Kendrick Lamar, and Pharrell, nor has she been corrected for unsolicited photos of her hoo-ha posted on Twitter other than their removal. Â However, that she aimed them at conservatives, yeah, that got a headlineÂ or two.
So, who is Azealia Banks and why should we care? Â She’s the girl who is going to get her fifteen minutes of fame for trying to shock a man who called her out on her statements in the most base way possible, because that’s the only way she is going to get any sort of attention from the people she seeks to insult. Â Sad.
Writer’s note: art is, at its core, ephemeral. Â Not everything survives its time. Â Only the cream rises to the top and lives on. Â Ms. Banks and her ilk will eventually fade into the annals of music history, and we can all go back to enjoying Mozart, Rossini, and Bizet.