![]() ![]() Now some people see this so-called mountain of evidence - these video tapes, photographs, eyewitnesses, and DNA - and see a guilty man, but some of us can see that mountain of so-called evidence for what it really is: racism. Do we call them disgusting? Of course not! What do all those things have to do with Robert Kelly? Nothing. Were they sickos? In Tokyo, you could buy teenage girls' panties in vending machines. Were they perverts? In Puritan America, the forefathers of this great land would take wives who were 12 or 13 years old, much younger than the alleged victim. Kelly's Lawyer: (making an opening statement) The ancient Greeks, the architects of western civilization, would regularly indulge in sexual activities with children. Kelly goes to jail, I'll piss on yo' cat! Kelly album just fo' that? Huey: Man, you just got beat by an eight-year old. ![]() At what point does personal responsibility become a factor in this equation? I see piss comin', I run. And to the best of my knowledge, we all managed to avoid gettin' peed on so far! Tom: But what about the victim? Riley: Oh yes! The victim. Uncle Ruckus: (singing badly) Don't trust them new niggers over there! Leavin' their nigger essence in the air! Them happy, nappy-head niggers, with their fingers on the trigger! Don't trust them new niggers over there! Don't trust them big nostrils over yonder! They suck up so much air, it'll make you wonder! Don't trust them new niggers, with they spiny little nigger fingers! Don't trust them new niggers over there! The Trial of Robert Kelly Tom: Riley, she was a little girl. I'm rich, bitch." (notices everyone is staring blankly at him) The fuck y'all looking at? Y'all go ahead long, cause I don't need y'all anyway. That was fine with me, know wha' I'm saying? They wanted to leave me back? And I was like, "Well fuck y'all. But ya know, the good thing about it was they stopped taking me out on patrol cause my name became "Stink Bomb," you know wha' I'm saying? They said I was giving away our position, because of the shit smell. So you know what that meant, right? I had to use the thumb, man, it was kinda nasty. And ran out of toilet paper after the second time. Matter o' fact, I shit on myself over a dozen times. War, you know what that's like? Motherfuckers be like shooting (imitating a machine gun) Gah-geh-ga-ga-ge-gu-ga-gow! Bombs blowin' up. Okay they was bitches but a lot of them had, ya know, they was cova'ed up in them curtains and stuff they be wearin'. Grandad: (To Wuncler III) Uh, so I understand you just got back from Iraq? Riley: For real? Yo, what's it like? Wuncler III: What's it like?! What am I supposed to say to that? It was cool, there was bitches. ![]() Huey wakes up, and is immediately smacked by Granddad.) Granddad: Mmm-hmm! You were havin' that dream where you made the white people riot, weren't you? Huey: But I was telling the truth! Granddad: How many times have I told you, you better not even dream about tellin' white folk the truth! You understand me? (walks away) Shoot! Makin' White people riot! You better learn how to lie like me! I'm gonna find me a white man and lie to him right now! Jesus was black, Ronald Reagan was the Devil, and the government is lying about 9/11. Everyone, I have a brief announcement to make. The Garden Party Huey: (narrating) I am not a prophet, but sometimes I have prophetic dreams, like the one where I was at a garden party. Its the long stretch and cleansing breath of the soul the racial landscape of America has needed for a long time. The mocking vision of white males acting like black gansta rappers melts into the savage humor of hoes and pimps and black men and gun play. A stinging indictment on how the gov't seeks to obstruct and keep down the black man gives way to portrayals of black men stereotyping one another with colorful and racial epithets. The message is that no matter what color, no matter what creed or race.everyone is F'ed UP! I know the brothas and sistas will be jammin on how Huey is sticking it to the white man and so on, but that is only one side of the equation for the story often shows the illogic and humor of how African Americans view life. The antics and sometime semantics of the lead characters Huey, Riley and Grandpa are enough to keep ones funny bone in stitches while at the same time sending a message to the viewer loud and clear. Having read and watched both the print and televised versions of the Boondocks I can honestly say, to me it was a diamond in the rough.until now. ![]()
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