What’s good, Medium?

11–1–2016

Emmanuel Brown reports on a white teen was racially profiled by police for his blackface Halloween costume.

Okay, not really, but wouldn’t it be hilarious if this was true?

Parker’s mother expressed anger at the police department. “This is an outrage. My child should be treated with respect no matter who he dresses up like. Dressing up like a black man does not mean you should be treated like one! If a police officer can’t tell the difference between a real black man and a white college kid having fun, then maybe they shouldn’t wear that badge!”

The local police department quickly apologized. “We made a mistake. We took racial profiling too far this time and because of it an innocent white kid could have been harmed and for that we’re truly sorry,” said a visibly distraught local police chief, Michael Stone, as he held back tears.

Parker, along with other students, are pushing for efforts to make sure cops are extra careful on Halloween weekends when it comes to racial profiling. Some have even gone so far as to ban racial profiling altogether every Halloween weekend to make sure white students can culturally appropriate minorities safely.

mauludSADIQ wonders why our memories are so short when it comes to hip hop:

With so many artists, not everyone could make a big splash. Flipping through an old Source Magazine now is crazy. There are soooooo many acts that I barely remember. Some made a mark then. Others did not. It took a lot to be noticed in a time where act after act was putting out their best music.

Videos became more extravagant as did the artists’ taste. Rap began to crossover and overthrow every other genre on it’s way to being America’s most popular music. Entrepreneurs like Master P took full advantage of this environment by dropping album after album of his and his artists’ music accompanied by ads to match. Some magazine issues had as many as 20 full page No Limit ads.

I doubt anyone can name all of the acts on No Limit.

Ezinne Ukoha takes on Amy Schumer and Kelly Ripa:

Here’s the thing. The reason why I can’t stand Amy Schumer and Kelly Ripa as Beyonce in a work of art that shifted the landscape for me and so many others like me — can be encapsulated very simply –We are Black Women and You Are White Women Who Don’t Give a Fuck — Unless It Strikes Your Fancy.

You see, I would be inclined to give White women like Schumer and Ripa a pass if they also paid attention to the shit that isn’t quite as lively and jam-worthy. I would be willing to stand up for them if they had tweeted sentiments about Black women being stuck in vehicles with dead lovers and wide-eyed toddlers. I would step up for them if they showed compassion and passion for the areas that make Black women feebly unrequited — especially when it is clear that we could use some reinforcement from the staples that aren’t better than us — they just happen to possess the voodoo of adornment that dripped their way in more ways than we can ever maneuver.