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His technique was random—you might get away with a sermon on the virtues of Booker T. Or you might catch the swinging black leather belt. We took comfort in the rebel music that was pumped into the city from up North. Hip-Hop was the rumble of our generation, unveiling all our wants, fears, and disaffections.
But as the fabled year of '88 came upon us, we saw something more in the music, a deeper thing that interrogated our random lives and made us self-aware. We neededlike the mariners of old needed the North Star. I needed a text for understanding my present crack-addled world; Bill needed some conception of a future.
And so the new time came upon us with the death of the Grand Incredible and the conversion of KRS to the sentinel pose of Malik Shabazz. That year, all our boomboxes were transformed into pulpits for Public Enemy.
Before then, the music was escapist and fun— some beats and the dozens, fat chains and gilded belt-buckles. But Chuck D pulled us back into the real. Here in Baltimore, brothers would put on the Enemy and recoil. We had never heard anything so grating—drums crashed into whistles, sirens blared off-beat. But the cacophony was addictive and everywhere.
His style was baffling, but within it we beheld a recovered collective memory. The story began in our glory years with the banishing of Bull Conner and all his backward dragons.
Never had the mountaintop seemed so close at hand. But marching from victory we stumbled into a void. And now we were here in the pit, clawing out each other's eyes. We were all—even me—so angry. We could not comprehend how it came to this. Dad tried to explain The Fall, but he was an elder and full with his own agenda. Chuck was one of us, and once we got it, we understood that he spoke beautifully in the lingua franca of our time.
He took us back to '66, showed us Hoover and his array of phone taps, the grafted, with their drugs and guns like blankets for Indians. We fell, blinded, corrupted, consumed by Reagnomics, baseheads and black on black. But now was the hour of ' Now was the time to reverse our debased years, to take over, grab our guns again and be men.
By then I had met the great lion, Afeni Shakur, most famous of the Panther She'd moved to Baltimore some years earlier, and among the Conscious she was legend. Afeni was an old comrade of my father's, but when the Panthers went to war with each other, they came down on different sides. They had comrades who'd killed their comrades, but still, all through another decade the human touch pulled them back together. I had heard the tales, and measured against the everyday sameness of my father, Afeni was large.
But what struck me was that the legend was human—that she smiled when she saw me, cooked spaghetti, and found my baby brother amusing.
Her son and daughter spent time among us. Bill and Tupac traded lyrics. I took Sekiywa to see Snow White. But even then their clan was glamorous, and of that final faction that held out a Marxist hope of the empire's ruin.
Here is how it all came together: Bill, Sekyiwa, all of us, we knew who we were, in the rote manner of knowing where two streets intersect. But anything more than that, a feeling for why any kid would grab a black beret, guns and law books, was only partially there.
But Sekyiwa only partially understood how the name Chesimard had come to Chuck D. The next day I went to my father for the story. The story was all of two sentences, and then Dad, reaching up to his bookshelf for the Knowledge Of Self. On the cover, her face was off-center. She wore an Afro, and glanced over her shoulder. On the cover was her name—Assata Shakur. I'd started down this path a few months earlier, burrowing through African Glory, a book my father republished. But now I truly became a seeker.
This was not my father's story and then it was, for there, inside the tale of one Panther, was the story of them all. The cowboy impulse took me first, the thought that I, for all my awkward hands and crazy-glued glasses, was rebel blood, and that thought filled me with a stupid, childish pride. But all of us need myths. And here out West, where we all had lost religion, had taken to barbarian law, what would be our magic?
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What would be our sacred words? I took to Consciousness because there was nothing else, no other logic to counter death for suede, leather, and gold. My father bet his life on change. For the glory of ex-cons, abandoned mothers, and black boys lost, he had made peace with his end. I was a coward, mostly concerned with getting from one day to the next. How could I square my young life with this lineage?
What would I say to the theology of my father, which held that the Conscious Act was worth more than sex, bread, or even drawn breath?19. On ending relationships (2005/05/13) Ven Ajahn Brahm
There were no answers in the broader body, where the best of us went out like Sammy Davis, and spoke like there had never been war. I will avoid the cartoons—the hardrocks loved Billy Ocean, Luther was classic, and indeed, I did sit in my 7th period music class eyeing Arletta Holly, and humming Lost In Emotion. But you must remember the era. Niggers were on MTV in lipstick and curls, extolling their exotic quadroons, big-upping Fred Astaire and speaking like the rest of us didn't exist.
I'm talking S-curls and sequins, Lionel Ritchie dancing on the ceiling. I'm talking the corporate pop of Whitney, Richard Pryor turning into the Toy. It was like Parliament had never happened, like James Brown had never hit. All our champions were disconnected and dishonored, handing out Image Awards, while we bled in the streets.
Many Black Dogs try to be her friend so Inuzuka claims she is Julio, his cousin. A silver haired White Cat recognises Percia despite the disguise.
Inuzuka takes Percia to a haunted house which scares her into running away. Percia beats Maru in a fight and rescues Inuzuka. Inuzuka is happy Percia considers their date a success because they learned more about each other, though they are again interrupted by Scott and resume fake fighting.
The silver haired White Cat realises Inuzuka and Percia are dating. Inuzuka almost hits her after she provokes him, until she reveals she has photographs proving he is dating Percia and blackmails him into becoming her servant.
Inuzuka agrees, knowing that if their relationship is revealed Percia will lose her leadership of the Cats. Maru plans to punish Inuzuka for his betrayal. Percia becomes jealous of Inuzuka spending time with Char. Inuzuka refuses to reveal the blackmail to Percia but assures her he is keeping her safe. Percia, unused to seeing Inuzuka so downtrodden, reminds him they still have their anniversary date.
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Inuzuka becomes determined to defeat Char. Char is desperate to keep her feelings secret from Percia, who suddenly arrives at the room. Inuzuka hides the photographs and himself behind the mirror until Percia leaves.
As Inuzuka now has material to blackmail Char they form an uneasy truce. Inuzuka rushes to their date and sees Percia had his broken rosary repaired and is wearing it.
Maru is revealed to have a crush on Julio after Julio defeated him to save Inuzuka, not knowing Julio is Percia in disguise. The session is led by Hasuki who has the best grades. Inuzuka helps Percia sneak out but is caught by Hasuki who worries he is keeping secrets. Char warns him of the risk Hasuki poses.
Inuzuka insists Hasuki is his best friend and would keep his secret if she found out. Maru asks Hasuki why she likes Inuzuka and she reveals that Inuzuka helped her make friends. Inuzuka overhears so she confesses she loves him. Realising he cannot lie to her he reveals he is dating Percia. Hasuki overreacts, tries to force him to commit suicide then tries to behead him when he flees. Percia follows them into the woods where Hasuki almost kills her but is stopped by Char who admits she knew Percia was dating Inuzuka.
Inuzuka feels worthless as he cannot even be honest with his best friend.
Percia assures him he is just as strong as the day he confessed to her. Inuzuka allows Hasuki to attack him, claiming he will never stop being her friend, surviving only because her sword was a replica. Percia falls into the river so Inuzuka jumps after her. Inuzuka, who cannot swim, is saved by Hasuki while Char saves Percia. Hasuki claims she still hates him but decides they are still friends, though she will behead him if he flirts with Percia in front of her.
Inuzuka defeats Scot but loses the bento which is eaten by pigs. Char drags Scot away for further torment. Percia admits a kitchen maid actually made the bento. Inuzuka assures her she does not have to act perfect when they are alone.
Percia swears to one day make a perfect bento. Char amuses herself with her new victim, Scot. Maru warns Inuzuka to quit the sports festival since the Dogs once lost to the Cats when Inuzuka made a mistake during the m race. Hasuki hears a rumour that anyone who dances with the festivals MVP will become their lover and decides to win MVP and dance with Inuzuka.
Scot plans to win MVP and dance with Percia. Inuzuka is stopped from hitting him by Somali Longhaired, a White Cat with superhuman strength. This causes a fight until Percia intervenes. Percia asks Inuzuka for help practicing for the three legged race so she can win MVP and increase her popularity, though really she was helping Inuzuka get over his defeat in the previous festival. They decide that if either of them wins MVP the loser must obey one order from the winner.
Inuzuka becomes highly motivated and enters the m race again. During the first half of the festival, through rampant cheating, the Dogs and Cats score equal points. Percia tells Inuzuka her mother is watching from the audience and Inuzuka is surprised that she wants him to meet her mother someday.
Aby and his allies blame Percia for being a weak girl. The audience ridicules Percia as she is forced to leave for treatment. The Dogs begin losing due to Aby having drugged most of them. Inuzuka calls out Aby for his underhanded tactics. Before the referee declares the Dogs the winners Inuzuka demands Percia fight him as well or he could never claim to have beaten all the White Cats.