Saturday, March 03, 2007

A word to my people of Urbania


Today as I sat at the busstop bemoaning my fate, along came two young men who were talking about this or that when from down the street came a marvelously dressed young man. The young man who matched royally from head to foot in urban wear of only the most stylish kind, and the two lads that were with me at the stop seemed to know each other, so they said what's up, blah, blah. As the young man walked off it became clear that he was yet another dope boy. (seller of crack ect...) The two young men were clearly in great admiration for this dope boy. After he had gone the two who were maybe 12 or 13 no more than 15 tops were like " he got a pocket full of cash and he fuck all the bitches". This inspired this blog because it made very real the fact that for some people the whole world is contained in 'hood life'. It makes me feel kind of weird sometimes to realize that some people really think that to be a dope boy is just the greatest thing. To desire fine tennis shoes, ill gotten money, and loose women is to me no pleasure at all. I think many urban children suffer from a woeful lack of exposure to the wider world. I wonder if they realize that the world is a large and varied place with room in it for all sorts of people and things. It freaks me out to think that some people really do look at these fools as role models. Yes its true, these dope boy thug types do have a certain charisma, and in the hood they are the ones with the money and women and respect. A hard working fellow who goes to school, has standards, morals and lives in a manner that would not displease the christian moralists, he is afforded no respect from man or woman alike in the hood. In the hood the more violent you are, the more women you fuck, the more money you make, these things create the shining ghetto man that the young men were so admiring of. So my word to my people in the hood is this: please remember that the world is not only on Superior. Avert your gaze to lands farther abroad and explore a diffrent path for your lives. You are not bound by social or economic restraints so severly that you cannot be relieved of them. We are most fortunate to have been sired in a time where through your own efforts you may increase your position. We must also work very hard at redifining what makes a wothy black man, because in the hood this is sorrowfully distorted. Talking properly or pursuing things generally considered non-black will be percived as extremely non-cool to be sure, however we must know that these are not only the airs and affectations of the whites but are the very neccesary social graces needed to move about in society. I can not tell you all the many advantages, all the jobs, and all the allies and friends I have made as a result of mastering the Kings English. Its value can not be overestimated. This topic is very dear and important to me, and as such I could drone on endlessly into infinity on this subject, however let us take rest for now. I really wish that all the young people in the hood could travel for some months and realize that their small patch of rotted ghetto is only so small and the world is so big. Put them there to see how well in the wider world street airs will help or harm you. Anyway Adieu for now.

Ty the Emperor