My boys got dank
But it all starts off with a noise complaint
Break it up, cut the grass, while I’m vibin’ in the cypher
Phony puff, puff laugh
And I might add
From the blaze to the stage, Girls on my ass
Enter carefully because the floor is feeling like a trampoline
The ceiling broke up under us, because of us..
And then the cops came
And shut shit down
And then the cops came. That was a small excerpt from a song called “Cop Scame” made by a hip hop group called Phony Ppl, which is comprised of several Black men.
In this section the artist explains how a noise complaint turns into a situation with the cops. Now that’s what college kids do right? They throw a house party and then the old crotchety neighbor next door (or under them in this case) calls the cops on them.
But we know there is a different dynamic when the party goers are Black. I mean it’s obvious I don’t have to pull up facts or anything. There is more at stake. Just the fact that roughly 5 Black guys made a pretty good song about it when they could have defaulted to sex, money, and weed means that their something reoccurring and real here.
So really what am I trying to get at? Because college kids will make a ruckus despite race and they will most likely get arrested. Well, a stereotype for Black people is that they are loud, and I am here to say that assumption is right.
Black people can be loud.
And that’s a good thing partly, but it’s also a bad thing. It’s not a bad thing that it makes other people, namely white people, uncomfortable, in fact that’s part of the good part. But it’s a bad thing because of the reasons they have to be loud.
From birth to the 8th grade I was taught to be quiet and discreet. The fact that I went to a white christian private school has little to do with how I comported myself also because it was my parents who really enforced this sort of mindset. It might also be linked to my introversion but hey, I’m no psych major.
Fast forward a couple of years and I move to a very urban part of Queens New York, in the absolute gutter. When I say these kids were loud and angry, not just in voice but everything they did. My eyes would get red, and I would start sweating at how uncomfortable I was. Everyone was competing to be heard, and anybody who was silent was either picked on mercilessly, or that silent person had earned the right to be silent.
Me, a very scrawny short boy with an extensive medical history, could not compete.
Why was I not born loud like the white old ladies always say Black people should be? It would have benefited me instead because I wouldn’t have been a target in that situation. Oh right because the loudness is not a real genetic thing, it’s almost like I was raised to be quiet.
In poor urban areas with high concentrations of minorities, which are all of them, you are taught to be loud in order to survive. While in the white middle and upper class, you need to be quiet because you wouldn’t want to be loud while daddy is making business deals.
It’s the reality I’ve realized and it’s a reality I hate as an introvert. But the good part comes in how now the loud voices are being aimed at things other than ourselves.
Young Black people raised in urban areas know how to make noise and the new wave of Black activist shows that. The confidence sprouted from this urban dilemma has given us a voice in social media. Black people dominate social media, just recently we got Bill Maher, a staple in television who has gotten away with Islamophobic rhetoric before, under fire because of his use of the n-word. People have had their lives ruined rightfully because of how loud Black people are on social media.
Our loudness is also enriching popular culture. One notable thing I remember is how Beyonce performed at some CMT country event, and how the views sky-rocketed to levels unseen by that network, and then as soon as her segment was over it dipped drastically to it’s previous status. CMT also deleted the tweets promoting her before the show as to not be associated with her but that’s expected of the country hicks.
Hip Hop has made its way through all avenues. If you want a fun party you need a hip hop song. If you want to appeal to millennials as a company you need to know the lingo and the cultural humor Black millennials have cultivated. We’ve had Bill Gates and Hillary Clinton dabbing to seem hip and cool.
This is a dichotomy that inevitably will help Black people help white people progress socially.