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[Kamikaze] Don't Just Get Mad

The town's abuzz, folks!

Everybody's got an opinion. Some folks are mad. Some folks are indifferent. A lot of folks didn't even see it. I'm talking about Tom Brokaw's exposé on Jackson. Those damn Yankees have come down here again and stirred up trouble.

Remember in the '60s, when the northerners came down to Mississippi and stirred up all the "good negroes" with their talk of voting and such? Well, the old adage that says those that don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it is apropos. As the establishment did during the Civil Rights era, whenever the light of truth is shined on the Magnolia State, folks scurry away like cockroaches under the kitchen sink. Our dirty little secrets never became that embarrassing until they're put on a national stage for everyone to see. The most disgusting part of all this is that a lot of folks weren't as mad at what they saw as they were at the fact that the rest of America saw it.

Since I was out gigging at the time, I missed the initial broadcast. So before I could pass judgment, I had to go back and read the transcripts, watch the footage and browse through readers' comments.

My question to all the pissed-off Jacksonians? Why are you just now getting mad? Brokaw didn't uncover anything new. We've been screaming for years that kids in our own backyard have been growing up in abject poverty. Where was all the anger two years ago when Lanier didn't have one male student academically eligible to run for class office? Where was the outrage back in '86 when big-city gang culture infiltrated Jackson? Where was the disgust when that gang-culture birthed a drug culture? Why did you turn away when that drug-culture led to murder and mayhem on our city streets?

The fact of the matter is, our supposed "leaders" just don't get it. They're out of touch with the "hood." They're out of touch with the youth. More importantly, they're not in tune with what these kids are going through.

That was never more evident than by some of the folks NBC chose to talk to and the haphazard, half-ass attempt to somehow make hip-hop a scapegoat—again. Now that the world has seen it, we're ashamed. That's funny. Can't make a fluff-tourist-friendly piece when there's no fluff to work with. But I've been telling you since I started this column, that's why our lyrics sound like they do. That's why kids like Manuel end up like they do. These kids are giving you all the answers to all your questions, but you're not listening. Perhaps Brokaw had to help you get a clue.

This city has deep-rooted problems that were here before him, and if we're not careful, they'll be here after. Policy notwithstanding, our mayor doesn't think he's too good to talk to the least of us. That counts for something.

The real "problem" has to be addressed by all of us who don't want to see another child go to bed hungry in Georgetown or on Wood Street. So to all African-American fraternities and sororities, NAACP, 100 Black Men, churches, liberals, whoever ... stop talking, meeting and blogging, and start doing something. And that's the truth ... sho-nuff!

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