The term “cracker” comes from the days of american slavery and references the crack of a whip associated with slave driver’s during this dark time (one of many dark times) in American history.
It’s like calling everyone of German decent a nazi, and yes THAT’S RACIST AND DISCRIMINATORY.
I don’t know where the fuck honky came from.
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Help me, sir! I’m not quite sure who hiphopfightsback is and I am driven by my desire for education. Can you please fill me in? :D
My endless criticisms of all that Jake Bourey, the bizarrely self-designated “hiphopfightsback”, chooses to be are as a direct result of how awful and toxic and inherently racist his entire internet persona is.
As soon as you start talking about how rap and hip hop, music with origins that, like the blues and jazz before it, are deeply rooted in black culture and history, somehow owes you some sort of modicum of “intelligence” or “consciousness”, you implicitly deem all rap and hip hop that doesn’t meet these standards to be illegitimate art. Something that mainstream white-arbitrated media does and has always done anyway.
Jake makes bank on deeming himself “the intellectual authority for everything hip hop” - I lifted that from his god-awful Facebook page (and really, the discussion of why Jake Bourey is a total asshole can end at him describing himself like that) where he’s posted such wonderfully “conscious” musings like this little gem:
And his shitty attitude isn’t exactly new, but it’s higher profile, and it’s dangerous and toxic to propagate.
Lupe Fiasco releases a dumb song like Bitch Bad where he pretty much just says an essay over a beat expositing a pseudo-revolutionary take on the state of mainstream hip hop and people like Jake eat it right up because they take one black guy sharing their idea that art can be deemed illegitimate by people such as themselves as validation of their white opinion even though Lupe entirely misunderstands the problem and pretty much just blames women for it.
Nicki Minaj makes bank creating music I don’t really dig but she’s still a woman of colour doing her thing and being pretty decent behind the scenes too but Jake gets to deem her pure trash because she’s not “conscious” enough and that’s fucking stupid for a number of reasons but the most insulting one is that he is a white male who does not relate and will never be able to relate to Nicki’s experiences, nor those of the culture and history she is a part of.
Jake of course, like most people who want to deliberately misinterpret the concept of privilege and class warfare, deems this view of his actions as racist. Because he’s an idiot.
And now he’s an idiot trying to further monetize his idiocy
And we need to call that shit out relentlessly because it is toxic, it is inherently bigoted, and it’s not fucking cute.
“this hippity hoppity jam is my favourite track to spin on the ones and twos on a dope fresh night out with the clique! All the wavey trill negroes are raisin' the roof to this sick jam! Totally like the best track ever not as good as Macklemore's Thrift Shop but then again what can beat that classic? Solid record YO! (crosses arms in b-boy stance) 9.5/10”
—Hiphopfightsback
A Superhero
From his base, deep underground — like really underground — beneath the mean streets of Nebraska, hiphopfightsback stared at his hip hop monitors.
“Uh oh,” he growled, as a red light flashed on the screen in front of him, “it looks like Nikki Minaj has gained another fan.”
He swept into action, adjusting his Bloodhound Gang speedo, throwing on his limited edition Slim Shady LP t-shirt, retying the Illmatic towel he used as a cape, and quickly pulling his feet into his Asher Roth galoshes.
Before leaving, he nodded with righteous self-satisfaction at his image in the mirror. “Fighting for real hip hop,” he muttered under his breath.
After climbing 36 flights of stairs, hiphopfightsback powered up his Wu-Tang scooter. He glowered with the brooding intensity with which he imagined Batman would have brooded if Batman had taken up the noble cause of defending real hip hop. Pushing off with a running start, he sputtered off. Here he was to defend authentic hip hop from the fakeness of impostors whose lyrics did not properly utilize thesauruses.
Having finally arrived, he crashed through the window, and raised an arm at the figure seated at the computer. “Stop in the name of real hip hop!” he bellowed.
The figure at the computer, a fourteen year old girl, yelped in surprise, “what the hell?”
“I saw that you liked a song by Nikki Minaj on youtube and I’ve come to tell you that you’ve made a grave mistake,” hiphopfightsback voice cracked with emotion. “A very grave mistake,” he repeated.
“You broke my window,” the girl reached for an aluminum bat.
“Wait!” hiphopfightsback puffed out his chest so the girl could see his Slim Shady t-shirt more easily, “I can explain the window.”
“You have thirty seconds,” the girl responded.
“Nikki Minaj is not real hip hop,” he explained.
“… that’s your explanation? For breaking into my house?” the girl raised the bat threateningly.
“She has not been approved by the Academy of White Hip Hop Scholars,” he placed his hands on his hips heroically.
“Why would I care what they say?”
“Because we— they know real hip hop and she only makes hip pop. Hip pop, get it?”
“You broke into my house because I like a song?”
“I broke into your house to defend real hip hop. Rhyme, beats, and life, on the real, ya’know, like Wu Tang forever, style and ease, getting’ jiggy with it, dropping mics from the sky, turntables and five syllable words and whatnot.”
“You need to stop.”
“Look, I’ve dedicated a significant portion of my life to music and deciphering the science of hip hop.”
“Yeah, I don’t really care what some white dude has to say about hip hop.”
“Gaaawd,” wailed hiphopfightsback, “why do you have to make this about colour? You need to learn to appreciate real hip hop.”
“Hip hop is a black art form that came out of the black experience. I think I can appreciate it just fine my own way without your help.”
“Your skin only defines you if you let it define you,” whined hiphopfightsback.
She raised the bat, “Get out of my house.”
Hiphopfightsback fled into the night, vowing to return with some Macklemore vinyls as soon as he got his allowance.
I want ya'll to notice all the Black men in the hiphopfightsback tag that consistently go hard on the fool
but do you see him reblogging any of their posts over and over in a concerted effort to make sure they’re bombarded with harassment? do you?
…yet there’s about half a dozen Black women he WILL NOT LEAVE ALONE even weeks after we’ve ceased to engage.
The main thing about Hiphopfightsback is that it’s some white kid in his early twenties judging music from a different culture based on his own pretentious, douchey opinions
He isn’t just expressing his preferences, he’s holding his opinions up as a measuring stick and saying “This is what rap should be like and if it doesn’t fulfill these standards, then it isn’t ‘real’ rap.”
You really don’t have the right to decide whether or not art from another culture is worthy of being considered “real” art.
also, he’s just super pretentious and everything he says makes me roll my eyes as hard as possible
