The Civil Rights movement, begun by serious and thoughtful people to address racism and bigotry, is now a staggering monstrosity, bastardized by radicals, revolutionaries, the greedy, and the depraved. Azealia Banks, a rap performer, embodies all these vices, a progressivist Bride of Frankenstein. She’s a lurid comic book character taylor made for generation TMZ, a succubus animated by all the dire evil of Hades and eager to sell herself in the pornographer’s flesh market; exchanging dignity, the blood-bought birthright of emancipation and the Civil Rights movement, for a paltry infamy. Banks is just another sell out, merchandizing her race and her body for lack of any other marketable asset. Reportedly, her last album sold a mere 15,000 copies.
Recently, Banks placed herself on Playboy’s auction block and bartered her soul for a few columns of print and a handful of photographs. The Civil Rights movement was fundamentally about dignity and her very public shame is a betrayal of the quiet dignity of people like Rosa Parks. Black Americans like Banks waste the courage of their forbearers who shook the foundations of state sanctioned prejudice with their moral gravity, they waste themselves and are consumed by their cavernous immorality and sink into desperate oblivion. Forty years later, we all know the name Rosa Parks, but in a handful of years Azealia Banks will be an arcane footnote and merely the plaything of adolescent appetites who will leer at her long-since wrinkled and sagging femininity spread over the yellowed tatters of an antique Playboy. As slow, inexorable time claims Banks, her infamy will hang like the dead weight of a decomposing albatross from her crone’s neck. He will surely come and with bone fingers claim his due. Then Banks’ monumental vanity will stand as a mausoleum in the barren grave yard of her youth, filled to the lichen encrusted ceiling with her life’s chaff, moldering in the dankness until consumed by the unquenchable fires of the Last Day. Time often leads the vainglorious into madness, and Banks is well on her way.
The early leaders of the Civl Rights movement, white and black, marched, spoke, and endured indignities to achieve a specific goal. They strove to overcome the abyss of systemic prejudice, to persist in demonstration and civil disobedience until, as Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.” This noble goal and dream of righteousness has degenerated into a vicious greed and hateful envy. Where black Americans once stood on the worn threshold leading to the “palace of justice,” they now loiter at the soiled precipice leading to the chasm of entitlement.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. spoke of “soul force” in his “I Have a Dream” speech and Rosa Parks had soul force on that fateful day in Montgomery, Alabama when she simply refused to stand and then, with great dignity, endured the indignity of arrest. It was this kind of moral power that defeated the institutional prejudice of Democrat Governor George Wallace who promised, “Segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever!” But, Azealia Banks and her ilk are devoid of any moral gravity. In her Playboy interview, Banks was quoted as hating “everything about this country…I hate fat white Americans…those little teenage girls who work at Kmart and have a racist grandma—that’s really America.” She sputtered and blathered about reparations and, ironically, about respect for black people. Reparations? The Civil War stamped that debt “paid-in-full.” By the end of the war the government was spending $3.5 million dollars a day and inflation in the South had risen to a mind boggling 9,000%. And, the cost in lives both black and white is estimated at an astounding 620,000, nearly as many dead as in all the wars America has fought combined. But, what incalculable cost was paid in human misery?
To add to her long list of calumny, Banks engaged in personal attacks on well known conservatives who dared to confront her reckless hate speech. Matt Walsh, a well known columnist at The Blaze, penned an article condemning her hate and immorality. For his courage, he was rewarded with a barrage of vulgarity from Banks including, absurdly, a photograph of her vagina. Apparently, it’s not enough for Banks that millions of men will be leering at her intimately and critiquing, ad infinitum, her assets and defects around the bawdy water cooler. She has since deleted the pornographic tweet. Who knows why. Banks also attacked Walsh’s wife and disparaged her obvious beauty—always a sign of envy and insecurity. For Banks, envy is really unnecessary, she can easily afford to seek succor in the comfort of an immaculately fabricated weave. Another victim of her dyspeptic ire is well known radio commentator Wayne Dupree of WAARadio. Mr. Dupree happens to be the bane of a liberal black woman, since he happens to be a conservative black man. And, for his temerity Banks croaked, “you’re a house n*gger. Go sweep the floor.” Banks is pregnant with bile and is a blight on her ethnicity.
In contrast, Dr. King said, “We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline.” The movement that he championed has long since fallen to the predations of the phony tough, the hucksters, and profiteers. People like Malcolm X, Louis Farrakhan, Jessie Jackson, Al Sharpton, and others have usurped the baton of leadership from the cold hands of Dr. King and have made handsome fortunes over his corpse. They callously tread under their custom shod feet Dr. King’s legacy of dignity and discipline. What discipline existed in the riots in Ferguson, Missouri? What dignity exists in the rabble slouching to block the city streets in New York and battering law enforcement? Banks is a slithering, bottom feeder, engorging herself on the muck of hate and will never rise to the heights of dignity, discipline, and soul power necessary to be anything but a disgrace to herself and her heritage. She follows firmly in the wake of modern black leadership.
Finally, Dr. King most famously said, “I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood…I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.” Dr. King, with his white and back brothers and sisters, walked to Selma, enduring the blasting sting of prejudice to realize the promises that America makes to every citizen, to claim the noble document of the Constitution for themselves, and to forge a reconciliation. Dr. King sought participation in the American dream and to claim the jewels of liberty promised by our founding fathers; whereas, the principle usurper, Barack Hussein Obama, seeks transformation and not participation. He desires something other, and not the thing itself. This is the modern “movement.” It is the movement of community organizers, the depraved, and revolutionaries. So, the appeal is to the lowest common denominator, the call is to the disaffected by design and the perennially dysfunctional. Dr. King sought liberty impelled by his faith in God, while Obama seeks the rage to revolution impelled by his faith in government.
In the end, people like Azealia Banks must be judged by Dr. King’s standard; it happens to be God’s standard. Look at Banks through the prism of character and the wretch that she is comes into clear focus. Certainly, there is an element of promotionalism in Banks’ recent statements and actions, but that is so much the worse. She promotes herself on the scarred backs of her shackled ancestors and prostitutes their hopes and dreams, selling their sacred memory for her own gratification. Banks and her sympathizers seek to divide us and judge us based on the color of our skin because they know the degenerate state of their own character. Dr. King sought unity and he strove for “that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, ‘Free at last, Free at last, Great God a-mighty, We are free at last.’”
So long as our culture aggrandizes bigots like Banks we will never be free. The real issue with Azealia Banks isn’t really race but morality. She is depraved and liberty is choked by the stench of depravity. Dr. King knew this too—that where the Spirit of The Lord is, there is liberty.