When I was an undergrad, I had a hip hop radio show. KDVS 90.3, baby. I was the Voodoo Child. Hip Hop was my love. Tonight’s doc on Tribe, the Zulu Nation and Native Tongues, took me back to a time when hip hop was my heart. Too bad my culture flipped the script on me. It’s a damn shame we let misogyny and gangster bullshit take over our music. When hip hop started referring to me as a ho and a bitch more than a sista, I knew it was time to walk away.
I miss you.