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Concrete Jungle: New York, Fashion And The Apartheid Of Shop And Frisk

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“New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there’s nothing you can’t do.”

– Jay Z (Featuring Alicia Keyes)

 “On the backstreets of America, they kill the dream of America” 

– Across the Lines, Tracy Chapman

 

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Upon reading the news of Trayon Christian’s being falsely accused of credit card theft and arrested outside Barneys in New York, I had a memory of shopping with my mother for school clothes when I was eight.

We were at Sears, buying shirts and Toughskins jeans.  My mother worked from nine to five, sometimes later, and by the end of the day she was tired.  I never remember her being impatient with me on these occasions, but the way her car keys jangled in her hand and the strap on her purse hung off her shoulder as she waited outside the dressing room for me to change, I knew that we didn’t have time to waste.

As we stood in line to pay, a white woman rushed past us, and the clerk behind the counter smiled and began to help her.   My mother said, “Excuse me, but we’ve been waiting.”  The clerk said, “I’ll be with you in a second, all right?” to which my mother replied, “No, it’s not all right.  I’ve been standing here for ten minutes, I’m tired and it’s my turn.”  When the clerk ignored us with a smirk, my mother insisted she call a manager.

This wasn’t the first time she had confronted a salesperson, and while every exchange was different, the reactions were always similar.  My sister eased away from the counter embarrassed, but I was always fascinated, and a little afraid.  Some confrontations were scarier than others.  There was the time when a big macho white man in the U-Haul place, with oil-stained jeans, cowboy boots and an imposing height, cut in front of half a dozen people waiting.  My mother told him he’d have to wait his turn. After ignoring her twice, he went to the end of the line but not before calling her a fucking bitch. She shouted back, “And you’re another fucking bitch!”

In these situations, we found ourselves surrounded by shoppers, almost all white, staring at us outright, or turning away in disgust. My mother seemed omnipotent in moments like these, like Superman making time reverse, or grinding it to a complete halt. I can still see her standing there, refusing to back down until the manager apologized to her, determinedly not giving a damn about the stares and groans around us.

Eventually we left the store, vowing never to come back, as she firmly took my sister’s hand and gave me my clothes. With a “hold these, so we can get the hell out of here,” she walked out sharply on high heels, her dumbfounded audience still gathered, mouths agape behind her. In the car, we discussed the way some white people behaved in America, racism, and the importance of standing up for yourself in life. (My mother was what is affectionately known in some circles as a “bad bitch.”)

Some months after she died I went to Barneys for the first time to shop. With my inheritance, I had money in my pocket for exactly ten minutes. I was twenty-eight, I’d lived in New York five, almost six years already, and I’d never been to Barneys before. I remembered both my parents appreciating nice things when I was growing up, but even the best stores in the malls outside East Lansing, Michigan, couldn’t compare with the haute couture of New York’s boutiques and designer stores.  The mannequins, sassy and dead-eyed with hands on hips in store windows, seemed like defiant gatekeepers, challenging my right not just to belong to, but even to approach, their glamorous, foreign world.

Self-conscious but determined, I ventured in — to Gucci, to Prada, to Armani, to Ferragamo, to Bergdorf’s. While I was trying on shoes in one store, a sales associate — when you work at Walmart you’re a clerk, when you work at Gucci you’re an associate — asked me if I’d like a cappuccino while I waited. I may even have been offered champagne. I remember asking in my most cultivated voice, “How much is it?” to which she replied with a generous smile, “It’s free, sir; our courtesy while you shop.” I didn’t know stores did that.

In Armani I asked the salesman how much I owed for the shoes I wanted to buy. He nodded and walked away into a back room, and a completely different person came up to me holding an envelope on a tray with the amount due tucked inside.  I remember thinking, “They’re so fierce they don’t even talk about money here.”

Untitled-1I loved shopping in high-end stores. There wasn’t the cacophony and overcrowding that I was used to at the mall: these stores had a stillness and grace, their objects preserved as if in a museum. The staff had an unassailable authority. I stared in amazement at five-thousand-dollar coats, two-thousand-dollar shoes, ten-thousand- dollar handbags. This was a long way from Sears and Toughskins. I gave myself permission to try on clothes I’d never imagined I could own. With the exception of a few curious looks, most salespeople were friendly.

Others weren’t as gracious. No one was ever blatantly rude, of course, but I came to realize that the social codes and gestures in the fashion world were as elaborate as animal mating rituals on the Discovery channel. A raised eyebrow, slightly pursed lips, or a condescending “may I help you?” made it very clear who was welcome and who wasn’t. The images on the walls, the faces behind the counters, à la Abercrombie & Fitch, informed you that you didn’t belong, merely by the absence of your own reflection.

Untitled 3-1One day, after I had spent over $3,000 in matching gold rings for my partner and me, a saleswoman at Cartier asked,  “So, do you have the day off today?” Her tone was breezy, conversational, and had I confronted her about what she said, I’m sure she would have accused me of misunderstanding her.  But her meaning was clear: you don’t belong. My mother would have been all over her. Not — are you traveling from abroad? are you an independent business owner? are you wealthy and famous? are you royalty? But  – do you have the day off? As if I’d taken time away from my job mopping down the high-school cafeteria. I left the store deflated and pissed. I’d wanted her to be impressed by the wealthy black man with money and class in his new Prada coat, and I’d ended up feeling humiliated and confused. And then there was, of course, the possibility that she meant absolutely nothing by it at all. There is a form of racism that is so subtle, you have to scratch for it.

(I had an experience several years ago walking past a row of houses in a residential white neighborhood in upstate New York.  Some children shouted “hello” to me from their window as I passed. When I looked up there was no one there, but I could hear the children giggling, enjoying their game. I braced myself for the racist comment I knew was coming, the joke at my expense. It never came – they were just bored, and happy to see a stranger. I learned from this that the true madness of racism is not always the actual racist insult, but the constant bracing — waiting for the next bigoted, cruel encounter, whether it comes or not.)

 

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Fashion became a fascinating study. The people drawn to the high-end stores came from all backgrounds. The woman reaching for the Gucci bag might be the wife of multimillionaire enjoying her six-figure monthly clothing allowance, a businesswoman who ran a Fortune 500 company, or a model using a soon-to-be- maxed-out credit card, knowing she hadn’t paid her rent this month.   What we had in common was that we wanted to look fabulous; and if you had the money, whether you came from the East Side, Harlem, Queens or the Bronx, rich or poor, that bag could be yours.

Untitled 4-1I began to understand that in the end it was race and entitlement, not just money, that decided who belonged in that world. A white person who pretended to have a million dollars in the bank would be treated like a king or queen by acting entitled. A black person might get away with it too, but we still had to deal with racism. Entitlement can be faked, whiteness can’t.

I once watched in fascination as a white woman brought her dog into Dolce & Gabbana. The dog pooped on the floor as she languidly studied the new fall line, oblivious to everything around her. A group of associates tripped over themselves asking if she needed anything, bringing her something to drink, cleaning up her mess. I didn’t know who she was, but clearly they did. Where I would have been mortified and over-apologetic, she didn’t even say thank you. I was mesmerized by her entitlement; outside the store life might have been different, but in this world she didn’t have to apologize for anything.

A dismissive voice in my head said high-end fashion was just a bunch of people who spent too much money on bags and shoes. And while that might have been true, there was also something else — fashion was an education on self-esteem and access to power.

barneys floorFor those of us programmed all our lives to believe we don’t deserve to have the best of everything, we sometimes have to force ourselves beyond our comfort zone and the internal resistance that says, “This is for white people, I don’t belong here, I don’t deserve this.” Which begs the question: what did I believe I deserved, and where did that belief come from?

Decolonizing one’s mind from the brainwashing of racism and class is not unlike being deprogrammed from a cult. Struggling economically may be familiar, but if we become financially empowered, we may feel as if we are living at a strange, unfamiliar altitude.

Empowerment may also come with a backlash. A black relative or friend might say, “You’re trying to be white” to shame or control you. But if “acting white” is about having financial security and healthcare,  about living well and stress free, who wouldn’t want to be “white”?  We are bullied by our culture into avoiding those things that would enhance the quality of our lives, so that we stay disempowered, victimized, and thus more easily exploited. Privileged White America doesn’t have to allow us our “piece of the pie” if we are too ashamed or self-hating even to approach the table.

Kanye West, in an interview with Zane Lowe in September 2013, said,

“This is what we do to hold people back…and we’ve got this other thing that’s also been working for a long time where (they) don’t have to be racist anymore, it’s called self-hate. It works on itself….where, just like that, where someone comes up and says something like, I am a God, everybody says, “Who does he think he is?”

I just told you who I thought I was.  A God.  I just told you!  That’s who I think I am.  Would it have been better if I had a song that says I am a nigger? Or if I had a song that said I am a gangster? Or I had a song that said I am a pimp? All those colors and patinas fit better on a person like me, right?  But to say you are a God? Especially when you got shipped over to the country that you’re in and your last name is a slave owner’s.  How could you say that, how could you have that mentality?”

 

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Years ago, I had a fight with a friend. As black gay men, Allen and I had much in common, but whereas he’d had a very rich professional life as a lawyer, I’d lived more as the bohemian artist archetype (i.e. broke). The argument was stupid, really, I’m not even sure what set him off. I told him that sometimes, when I wanted a late-night snack, I went to the grocery store at 3:00 am with my pajamas and slippers on under a full-length coat. (My mother did the same thing under her fur coat when she needed a pack of cigarettes from 7-11.) I thought it was funny, but he was outraged.

Untitled 6This friend made six figures at his job, and the conversation extended from my eccentricity to my lack of a savings account and health insurance, to calling myself an “artist” when I made very little money from my art — and the fact that what I needed was a real job. He explained that the financial tide in the United States could turn at any point, and that a black person without money (not just what was in their pocket, but in a savings account, and preferably more than one) and without proper job-security, was a damn fool. He accused me of being frivolous and “acting like a rich white woman,” which I understood to mean entitled. “You can’t afford to think this world will catch you if you fall,” he explained. “White people can think that way, but you can’t.”

Ruth: You know what you should do [with the money], Miss Lena?  You should take yourself a trip somewhere.  To Europe or South America or someplace….These here rich white women do it all the time.  They don’t think nothing of packing up they suitcases and piling on one of them big steamships and swoosh!- they gone, child.  

Lena: Something always told me I wasn’t no rich white woman                          

 –-Lorraine Hansberry’s A Raisin in the Sun

When I got past my defensiveness, I knew that some of what my friend said about the financial part of my life was right. But it was only later that I realized he was actually jealous of me. Even though I was “penniless” I was doing what I wanted to do, while he lived a life in golden handcuffs. He hated his job and had deferred his dream of being a painter. He’d even thought about quitting his work as a lawyer and going to art school once, but he knew his family would never support his “finding himself” and he was too attached to his platinum American Express card. So he remained bitter.

Now, having been accused of acting like a rich white woman, I became even more interested in the idea of entitlement. How did rich white women and men act? I watched who walked into designer stores, the nods of their heads, their tight smiles, the no-nonsense set to their jaws. I entered stores that required one to be buzzed in. I found that sometimes the best way to respond to a rude, entitled sales associate was by being rude and entitled back. It was a form of “fashion chicken” – seeing who would crack first.

Rich people didn’t ask for permission, they assumed it was already given. I started to stand up straighter. I stopped saying “sorry” when people bumped into me, and I stopped holding doors open for everyone as if I were the world’s butler while others walked past me often without even a thank you. When I asked for something, I asked for it directly, without the obsequious “may-I-please-be-allowed-to-breathe” smile I’d cultivated over the years — a smile that was friendly, but also said, “You don’t have to fear me, I have no real power.” I started saying yes to those cappuccinos with a polite “thank you,” instead of getting down on my hands and knees in gratitude for the tiniest acts of courtesy.

The associates I encountered might still be rude, but there was always that sneaking suspicion from their side that I might be a black person of “substance,” a celebrity or businessperson they hadn’t heard of or recognized, and if they were too rude, they might be in trouble later. (In response to the Trayon Christian arrest, one woman wrote on Facebook about the general snobbery and racism in many of these stores. Having worked in the industry for years, she knew the pathetic reality — that many of the employees had no real investment in, or security with, the company they worked for.  Despite their own entitled attitudes, they were one paycheck away from poverty themselves, like too many New Yorkers.)

Feigning white entitlement was exhilarating. I now understood it was the life-blood of the black gay balls and voguing in New York. And yes, there was always an ugly side of fashion, the unapologetic materialism, the elitism, the exclusivity. But there was something else: the aesthetics, the art, the creation of something beautiful. And sometimes it feels damn good: walking your own little runway down the aisle at Saks Fifth Avenue, gliding into stores where the music is pumping, and being accosted by salespeople offering the latest fragrance or cream as you walk past them as if they were annoying paparazzi. Feeling like a star.

“This is white America. [This] is everybody’s dream and ambition as a minority, to live and look as well as a white person. And when it come to the minorities, especially blacks, we as a people for the past four hundred years is the greatest example of behavior modification in the history of civilization.  We have had everything taken away from us, and yet we have all learned how to survive.  That is why in the ballroom circuit if you have captured the great white way of living, or looking, or dressing, or speaking, you is a marvel.”     

–From the film Paris is Burning

I traded stories with other black gay men, and we laughed at tales of the occasional fierce black gay queen who found creative ways to buck the system; legends passed down like the tales of Brer Rabbit.   James, for example: when followed from room to room by security and asked more than once by the officious white manager with the tight smile, “Hi, can I help you find anything?” he replied, “Oh, baby, you sure can. I’ve been looking all over for you! Here, hold these, and walk over with me to shoes,”  proceeding to make the manager his personal valet. Give the kids a little Downton Abbey, gurl!

Or the wealthy black woman, waiting in a stretch limo outside while her grandson was in a designer store shopping with her credit card for his graduation present. When the young man went to pay, the manager humiliated him, asking where he got the card from and threatening to call the police; until he announced that his grandmother was right outside and that she’d spoken to someone in the store and cleared everything that morning. When the sales associate in question returned moments later from her lunch break and confirmed the conversation, everyone rushed outside in a panic to apologize to the black matriarch who, according to the story, had spent hundreds of thousands, if not more, in the store. The delicious part was imagining the tableau of associates on Madison Avenue gathering outside her limo window, begging Mrs. So-and-So to forgive them, apologizing in that familiar way of some white people that says, “We didn’t know your grandson was a ‘special’ black that belonged to you, we thought he was just your average garden-variety nigger.” The story, as it was told to me, ended with her wordlessly rolling up her black-tinted window — apology definitely not accepted — telling her driver to take her and her grandson home, and leaving the store’s employees standing there on the curb in her exhaust.

Many of us will never have that kind of power, black or white, but at least we can get near it, breathe the same air, by shopping in the same stores. And that’s what it means to go shopping in America, to shop at Barneys. To have someone open the door for you, to have someone greet you with “May I help you?” or say goodbye with “Have a nice day.” It’s supposed to be the fun side of capitalism, and you’d think people who looked like me, who built this motherfucking country with their bare hands, would at least be allowed to share in that experience without hassle.

But it doesn’t work that way; in fact, just the opposite. In fashion, being the descendant of slaves is a bit like using the wrong fork at a formal dinner party. People are embarrassed for you, or outright contemptuous, or worse. And it doesn’t matter how much money you have. Ask Oprah. It wasn’t enough that Hermès messed with her years ago, refusing to let her in their store at closing time; more recently, she was told by an associate in a high-end store in Switzerland, after asking to look at a bag priced in the tens of thousands of dollars: “I’m sorry, no, my dear. It’s too expensive for you.”

If I had Oprah’s power I’d have a special white person on staff called the “Racism Clearer.” The Racism Clearer’s sole responsibility would be to walk into any store I was about to shop in and say, “Okay, he’s on his way. This is what he looks like and how much money he has. So if you are thinking about starting any racist shit with him, think again.”

Untitled 7Oprah could easily do this, but I understand why she doesn’t. Having to go out of your way like that takes all the fun out of having money in the first place, of being black and powerful. It destroys the myth that many of us grew up with – that if you have enough money and power in America, you can outrun racism, you can get to that promised land where it can’t get you.  (Black tradition in the church often talks about another Promised Land where racism can’t get you, but the downside is you have to be dead to enjoy it — and no one cares about Louis Vuitton there.) Besides, Oprah knows that she’s so powerful, all she has to do is tell one reporter what happened, and she won’t just get an apology from a clerk, but from a country. The whole goddamn country. Switzerland had to say sorry to Oprah, all eight million of them.

It’s depressing that Oprah, possibly the richest person of color on the planet, and Barack Obama, the most powerful black man, can still be treated by certain white people (associates in designer stores, John Boehner in the House of Representatives) like sharecropper children in overalls and plaits, sitting on the back porch with bare feet. In the paradigm of entitlement based on race, any white person, anywhere, outranks them.

It must be noted: many white people, not only blacks, are seriously angry about what happened to Trayon Christian in Barneys. This is their New York, their America, and they know this is not who we are supposed to be as a nation. The understand the decision we face.

And not every white person feels entitled, either. Many years ago in the early Nineties, friends came to visit my partner and me, and we all went shopping. The man wanted to buy something beautiful for his wife for her birthday, and as she’d never been shopping in New York before, we went to Barneys. After much coaxing she bought a $2,000 dollar dress on sale with matching shoes that were also a little less than a grand. She’d never spent that much on an outfit before in her life. She was already a very beautiful woman – and the dress and shoes were truly magical on her. She tried several times to walk away and argued it was enough just to try the dress on, but he insisted. She couldn’t justify spending that kind of money, even though they could afford it.

Joan Crawford in “Queen Bee”: when her visiting niece tries to refuse the expensive dress which Joan has bought for her, saying, “But it just isn’t me.”  Joan: “Well then. You be the dress.”

When we got home that evening, she went into the bathroom and cried. In the end, she ended up keeping the dress (rarely worn, I’m told) and took back the shoes.

 

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My experiment in entitlement led to an increase in confidence, which was wonderful, but it also led to maxed-out credit cards and debt, as I used retail therapy too often to heal emotional wounds. Yes, I bought some beautiful things that I still have, but I also bought a lot of shiny junk and toys, every day was Christmas, and the closet was filled with things I didn’t need. I learned that having money to spend doesn’t necessarily make you part of the “club,” even if it might give you a brief pass.

 “Money, you’ve got lots of friends/ Crowding round the door/ But when you’re gone, spending ends/ They don’t come round no more.”   

–Billie Holliday, God Bless The Child

Some of us believe – and an aspect of capitalism depends on this – that buying one more pair of sunglasses, one more designer bag, will get us closer to our real goal: buying whiteness. In this context, whiteness is the impenetrable state where one becomes so rich or powerful that one can no longer be humiliated for being black.

Untitled 8-1And then there are people who just want to go shopping. And we all know — there is nothing more exciting growing up, especially as a teen-ager, than saving your money to buy the thing you’ve always dreamt of, of finally being able to afford it. Which is why what happened to Trayon Christian in Barneys is so depressing and enraging, especially in 2013. This generation has watched as they fucked with our right to vote in Florida, as they fucked us with the Trayvon Martin verdict, as they fuck with the President’s authority as he passes bills using the proper legislative channels, as they’ve fucked with employment, student loans, minimum wage, after-school programs, and almost every source of dignity in this nation. The one sacred thing in a capitalist culture is the ability to spend money. And now they are even fucking with that.

Blacks are being pushed to the furthest corners of this society, cut off from all avenues of empowerment and participation, until the only remaining means of expression in this society is the most distressing and least creative of all – the role of the Total Consumer. The Total Consumer stays depressed, earning just enough money to buy what she needs, like food and rent (never own), has no savings, can barely afford health care, if at all, and has no money for school or advancement. As the Total Consumer eats, watching commercials (to learn about more things to eat and buy), he is encouraged to drink, smoke, have sex, and go out on the weekend, as long as he’s at his underpaid job bright and early on Monday. She has just enough disposable income to buy what the kids ask for at Christmas, and if she’s lucky, she can buy a car, and when she dies, a modest funeral. He’ll never have any real wealth, but he can play the lottery, hoping to win some day, so that he can buy a great big house, maybe have his own company and exploit other Total Consumers like himself. For those who reject the identity of the Total Consumer, the other choices may be violence or self-destruction. Is this really the fulfillment of Dr. King’s dream for black (or even white) America?

 

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I carry a Louis Vuitton bag.  I have other bags, but I bring out Louis on special occasions, and always when I fly. A casual outfit with slightly wrinkled shirt and jeans becomes “bohemian” or “lazy chic” when you have an expensive bag. Handbags speak a language. This bag is supposed to be an antidote to racism. It holds things well, but its true purpose, if I’m honest, is to tell white people the kind of black person I am. In other words, the kind they better not fuck with. Black gay men and straight black women in my neighborhood carry Louis Vuitton bags — macho black men have pitbulls.

Barneys-1Trayon’s experience haunted me for days. I’ve been at that counter at Barneys, pulled out my credit card and been asked to show my ID. The idea of being stopped, arrested, put in handcuffs and having to prove I’m not criminal, after following all the rules, was once unthinkable. Do I have to carry a bag to buy a bag now?

I’m used to watching out for police cars, knowing that at any time I could be profiled by the NYPD.  It’s warped enough outside my door in Harlem, but at Barneys? Even the Total Consumer isn’t safe anymore. It’s official: there are some white people in America who have decided to keep black people from everything, even the stuff that’s usually considered frivolous, vain. American greed, like American racism, knows no bounds.

Days after news of Trayon Christian’s lawsuit hit the media, Kayla Phillips came forward, having been stopped by plainclothes cops after using a debit card to buy a $2,500 purse. Phillips claims she was stopped before entering the subway, and interrogated about her purchase, which included being asked what she was doing in Manhattan in the first place. Days later actor Rob Brown, who made his film debut opposite Sean Connery in the film, “Finding Forrester,” came forward about being racially profiled in Macy’s in June, after buying a $1300 dollar watch for his mother’s college graduation – he’d bought the watch as a gift for her. Brown was arrested in a nearby store, while the watch was being serviced, and was taken in handcuffs through the store, where he implored the officers who arrested him to check his ID. By the time everything was cleared, and the incident was over, he ended up missing most of his mother’s graduation.

As Christian, Phillips and Brown recall their experiences, what stands out in all their stories is the emotional brutality of the encounters – the utter degradation and psychological cruelty, a sense of “how dare you think you are entitled to this belt/ bag/ watch” on the part of the officers. These incidents sound less like law enforcement and more like the Ku Klux Klan, burning down black businesses that competed with white ones in our nation’s past.

“What are you doing in this store, where did you get this money, what are you doing in Manhattan?”  There was a time when a slave who was off his plantation had to carry around a piece of paper to travel (written by his master, of course, because a slave caught reading or writing faced cruel punishment if not death). Or in South Africa under apartheid, when blacks required an identification pass. I remember the banners we students posted on the Diag at the center of University of Michigan’s campus – “Free South Africa!” We felt so free ourselves, or so we’d been told, that we felt we had plenty of freedom to spare. But in the township of Manhattan, as apartheid flourishes in the greatest city in America, who the hell is going to free us?

 

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The rap artist, businessman and entrepreneur Jay Z (Shawn Carter) has a deal with Barneys to promote a fashion line due to come out at the end of this month. According to newspaper reports on a few of the items for sale, his raincoat is $675, a watch with black alligator strap sells for thirty-three thousand dollars. (A portion of the profits from the line will go to money for college scholarships.) I cannot claim to be a hardcore fan of Jay Z’s because I don’t know his music well, but I loved the song he collaborated on with Alicia Keys, “Empire State of Mind (New York).” The song is voluptuous and inspiring, and makes you believe again, after the heartbreak of 9/11 and financial collapse, that New York is a place where dreams can come true. “New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of/ There’s nothing you can’t do/ These streets will make you feel brand new/ Big lights will inspire you.”

Spiritually we needed that song and it was everywhere. Even if you don’t think you’ve heard the song, you’ve heard the song. Jay Z, who raps so eloquently on the track, was conspicuously silent for days after the Trayon Christian story was reported. There’s nothing you can’t do in New York, Keys tells us – except, of course, buy a Ferragamo belt at Barneys if you’re black. When the Daily News finally tracked down Jay Z, in Sweden on his “Magna Carta” tour, reporters were informed that he was “unable to answer.” Told he was unable to answer by whom?

I spoke recently with a friend, Iyatunde Folayan (LaTrice Dixon), about a road trip she took with a young cousin who is starting college. They were playing Jay Z’s music in the car. In one recent song, Jay Z calls out the actor and activist Harry Belafonte, as retaliation against Mr. Belafonte, who he felt called him out first. Jay Z raps in the song, “Nickels and Dimes”:

I’m just trying to find common ground/ ‘fore Mr. Belafonte come and chop a nigga down/ Mr. Day O, major fail

Respect these youngins boy, it’s my time now.

Many of the generation that listens to Jay Z, including my friend’s cousin, probably have no idea who Harry Belafonte is, or if they have heard of him, they think of a pretty man who sang calypso songs like “Day O.” They may not know his importance to the civil rights movement as one of the major benefactors of Dr. Martin Luther King’s Birmingham campaign and his personal support of the King family. Belafonte funded freedom rides, voter registration drives and the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee as part of a movement that paved the way for the success of performers like Jay Z, and of Beyoncé, celebrated pop star, businesswoman, and his wife.

Belafonte was interviewed in 2012 by the Hollywood Reporter as he accepted an award at the Locarno Film Festival. When asked if he was happy with the image of minorities in Hollywood today, he responded:

Not at all. They have not told the history of our people, nothing of who we are. We are still looking…And I think one of the great abuses of this modern time is that we should have had such high-profile artists, powerful celebrities. But they have turned their back on social responsibility. That goes for Jay Z and Beyoncé, for example. Give me Bruce Springsteen, and now you’re talking. I really think he is black.

Jay Z responded to his comments in an interview with Elliot Wilson (as reported by Gene Denby, NPR)

I’m offended by that because first of all, and this is going to sound arrogant, but my presence is charity. Just who I am. Just like Obama’s is. Obama provides hope. Whether he does anything, the hope that he provides for a nation, and outside of America is enough. Just being who he is. You’re the first black President. If he speaks on any issue or anything he should be left alone. … I felt Belafonte … just went about it wrong.

While Jay Z might not have appreciated Harry Belafonte’s approach, Belafonte makes an important point, and not just to Mr. and Mrs. Carter; please, say something. You have money and a platform – talk about police brutality, education, poverty, anything other than what you drink (Cristal) or don’t, or the clothes you wear (Jay Z in his song “Tom Ford”: – “Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass/ blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass.”)  My friend spent the rest of the car ride educating her cousin on who Belafonte was, what his contribution to black history has been, and why, under any circumstances, it was wrong to refer to an 85-year-old man as “boy.”

On Monday, October 28, Jay Z finally responded to critics of his silence on the Barneys incident.  On his website he wrote:

I haven’t made any comments because I am waiting on facts and the outcome of a meeting between community leaders and Barneys. Why am I being demonized, denounced and thrown on the cover of a newspaper for not speaking immediately? The negligent, erroneous reports and attacks on my character, intentions, and the spirit of this collaboration have forced me into a statement I didn’t want to make without the full facts. Making a decision prematurely to pull out of this project, wouldn’t hurt Barneys or Shawn Carter, but all the people that stand a chance at higher education. I have been working with my team ever since the situation was brought to my attention to get to the bottom of these incidents and at the same time find a solution that doesn’t harm all those that stand to benefit from this collaboration.

I am against discrimination of any kind, but if I make snap judgments, no matter who it’s towards, aren’t I committing the same sin as someone who profiles? I am no stranger to being profiled and I truly empathize with anyone that has been put in that position. Hopefully this brings forth a dialogue to effect real change.

While I hear in Jay Z a desire to appear empathetic, he also appears to see himself as the victim. I hear a businessman panicking over a multi-million dollar deal and public relations situation gone badly wrong.  I worry about us as a people, about black capitalism at any cost, that “overcoming” in Dr. King’s vision means that blacks get to take our place at the table as exploiters.  That as long as we are getting paid, that is all that matters. We see rappers and superstars who sing or talk only in praise of money and rampant materialism, we watch as they turn us into minstrels and grotesque forms of ourselves, betraying our legacies. Beyoncé recently did a summer ad campaign for H&M, and a 50-million-dollar campaign for Pepsi. Star magazine (via Radar Online) reported this year that H&M has been linked to Southeast Asian sweatshops and inhuman labor conditions in their facilities. A Cambodian factory worker was quoted as saying, “Sometimes we are required to work from morning to morning. They say, ‘We are in a hurry.'” Director of the Institute for Global Labour and Human Rights Charles Kernaghan said that the working conditions of H&M factories he audited in Bangladesh were “ridiculous” and some of the worst he’s ever seen. A factory collapse there killed 1,127 people. He said: “There was child labor, people were being beaten, cheated of their wages — and wages were very, very low.”

Contemporary mystic Caroline Myss talks about the role of archetypes in our spiritual journey, and particularly the ones that we all share; the Victim, the Child, the Saboteur, and the Prostitute. We all have known, or will know at some point, what it is like to be invited to “sell out,” to abandon our principles or integrity for currency – whether that currency be money, someone’s opinion of us, or a relationship we feel we can’t live without. (It is very limiting and convenient to interpret the archetype of The Prostitute as selling actual sex for money – most of us can comfortably say we’ve never done that.) The deeper question becomes: what are we willing to sacrifice at the altar of capitalism? A system that, at its most cynical, finds individual people worthless unless they are consumers, or can be used as slaves (anyone making less than a living wage is enslaved, if not physically, then economically). Does it make a difference if the exploiter is black?

Some people made fun of Sister Souljah’s album during the 80s, with its over-the-top expressions of rage. In one of her songs, “Slavery’s Back In Effect,” she imagines blacks being ordered by the government to report to nearby camps, once again enslaved. When I first heard this, I laughed ironically. Now reading in the Daily News about the third police incident with Rob Brown being dragged through Macy’s in handcuffs, what they are calling “Shopping While Black” and the controversy surrounding “Stop and Frisk,” it’s suddenly not so funny – the idea of a racist society that eventually turns against us. We may not go back to the shackles and chains Sister Souljah described, but can we call ourselves truly free when the world’s most successful rap artist refuses for days to release a statement about the alleged racist practicies of the store carrying his brand, and allows his representatives to say, “He isn’t allowed to comment”?  A Daily News reporter tried to show Jay Z a copy of their unfavorable cover story about him, but his handlers kept shoving the paper away so that he couldn’t see it. All these years after slavery and we’re still not allowed to read.

Untitled 9What hurts is that Christian and Phillips followed the rules – they went shopping as Bush instructed us all to do after 9/11, they fed their materialism, they presented the credit card and showed the requisite ID; but they were still humiliated, still abused, still treated with the same filthy contempt often afforded to those who we feel have nothing to contribute to society financially; those on assistance, the homeless. With the recent events in Barneys and Macy’s, the increased hate crimes in New York City against the LGBT community, and the continued policy of Stop and Frisk, this isn’t a New York I recognize anymore.

 

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Malcolm X (Malcolm Little), whose birth date I share, lived in Lansing, Michigan as a boy, a few miles from my childhood home. In The Autobiography of Malcolm X, he describes the town of East Lansing, where I grew up, and the fact that blacks were not even allowed to be in the town after dark.  His father was murdered when Malcolm was six, his body found on a set of railroad tracks, practically cut in half. While the murder was never solved, Malcolm always suspected his father had been killed by a sub-group of the Ku Klux Klan in that area called the Black Legion. He believed they retaliated against his father because Earl Little had opened a store — he was also a preacher — and that he had angered white supremacists. Malcolm lost his father 40 years before I was born, but his story helped me to understand a little better my mother’s confrontations in those department stores, in that town, what it meant for her as a black woman to challenge racism with her children standing beside her watching; the legacy to which she felt she had a responsibility.

What’s painful now is that I truly believed, after growing up as a child of the Seventies, after the progress made during the Civil Rights era, after the assassinations of both King and Malcolm, that we would be further ahead. That we would have found, if not world peace, at least a national one. It hurts to think that maybe I will die with some of the same systems in place as my parents faced, as my great-grandparents faced. The same antagonism towards blacks. The same humiliations. When Trayon Christian is taken to jail for buying a belt in New York City, something is deeply, critically wrong. And the irony is not lost on any of us that the name Trayon sounds like Trayvon.

God’s tryin’ to tell you somethin’!  – The Color Purple

This is New York, this is the United States of America, a place where I am supposed to be safe, as a black man, as a gay man. Yet, around the corner from where I live in Harlem, on Frederick Douglass Boulevard, Islan “Rose” Nettles, 21, a black transgender woman, was brutally beaten to death on August 17, 2013 by a group of men. Islan was a true New York comeback story. After being hungry and almost homeless at one point, she turned her life around, got an apartment, a job at H&M, and was designing her own clothing line. She had just begun fully living her life publicly as transgender.  Friends described her transformation from a withdrawn, introverted teen-ager to an empowered woman. The men she encountered called her homophobic names, then beat her unconsciousness and left her on the street. Islan was in a coma for a week before she died.

As I go to the store this morning, I see posters all over the neighborhood asking for information about her murder. In her photos, in full makeup, fuschia lipstick and bold stare, she is beautiful, confident, radiant. Islan Nettles was trying to fulfill her dream in this city, the dream Jay Z raps about in “Empire State of Mind.” She may not have been a rich white woman, but she was entitled to that.

And while some may not want to see it, there is a connection between Trayon, Trayvon, and Islan, and it’s about more than designer belts and hoodies. It’s about a city and country, and the people who continue to betray them – on the inner- city streets, in the residential neighborhoods, in law enforcement, in the justice system.  It’s about the decision we all need to make, right now, about who this nation truly belongs to, and how to stand up to and say no to the people who continue to try and hijack it from us.

I wonder what kind of bag Islan had with her when she was found. Clearly, for the men who murdered her, it was to die for.

 

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Barney’s window by Upper East Side, NYC, via Instagram. Woman walking into Barneys by Zuhal Okcu via Instagram. Barney’s card by Nox via Instagram.

Max Gordon is a writer and activist. He has been published in the anthologies Inside Separate Worlds: Life Stories of Young Blacks, Jews and Latinos (University of Michigan Press, 1991), Go the Way Your Blood Beats: An Anthology of African-American Lesbian and Gay Fiction (Henry Holt, 1996) and Mixed Messages: An Anthology of Literature to Benefit Hospice and Cancer Causes. His work has also appeared on openDemocracy, Democratic Underground and Truthout, in Z Magazine, Gay Times, Sapience, and other progressive on-line and print magazines in the U.S. and internationally.

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‘Have to Get Back to Law and Order’: Trump Declares at NYPD Officer’s Wake

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Donald Trump attended the wake of the slain New York City police officer who was shot and killed while conducting a traffic stop this week. The four-times indicted ex-president demanded America “get back to law and order,” barely days after a New York judge imposed a gag order in the case where the presumptive Republican presidential nominee faces 34 felony counts for “falsifying New York business records in order to conceal damaging information and unlawful activity from American voters before and after the 2016 election,” according to the New York District Attorney.

That damaging information included hush money payments to several women including an adult film actress.

“We have to stop it,” Trump said Thursday, speaking before the cameras about crime as he stood under an umbrella in front of police officers. “We have to stop, we have to get back to law and order. We have to do a lot of things differently because this is not working. This is happening too often.”

“Police are the greatest people we have. There’s nothing and there’s nobody like them. And this should never happen,” Trump said as he lamented how repeat offenders “don’t learn because they don’t respect.”

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“We’ve got to toughen it up. We’ve got to strengthen it up. It should never be allowed things like they shouldn’t take place and to take place so often,” said Trump, who is out on bail and currently faces 88 felony charges after three were dropped.

The Trump campaign announced that the ex-president had been invited to attend the wake.

“President Trump is moved by the invitation to join NYPD Officer Jonathan Diller’s family and colleagues as they deal with his senseless and tragic death,” Trump campaign spokesperson Karoline Leavitt said, according to The Daily Beast.

The Associated Press added that “Trump has deplored crime in heavily Democratic cities, called for shoplifters to be shot immediately and wants to immunize police officers from lawsuits for potential misconduct. But he’s also demonized local prosecutors, the FBI and the Department of Justice over the criminal prosecutions he faces and the investigation while he was president into his first campaign’s interactions with Russia.”

“He has also embraced those imprisoned for their roles on the Jan. 6, 2021, insurrection at the U.S. Capitol, when a mob of his angry supporters overran police lines and Capitol and local police officers were attacked and beaten.”

Earlier on Thursday NBC News reported on Trump’s mischaracterizations of crime.

“Surging crime levels, out-of-control Democratic cities and ‘migrant crime,'” the network noted. “Former President Donald Trump regularly cites all three at his campaign rallies, in news releases and on Truth Social, often saying President Joe Biden and Democrats are to blame.”

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“But the crime picture Trump paints contrasts sharply with years of police and government data at both the local and national levels,” NBC added. “FBI statistics released this year suggested a steep drop in crime across the country last year. It’s a similar story across major cities, with violent crime down year over year in Chicago, New York and Washington, D.C.”

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‘Hunger Games at NBC News’: New McDaniel Revelations Have ‘Enraged’ Staffers, Report Says

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The backlash from NBC News’ hiring of Ronna McDaniel is not over. New reporting from Puck, CNN, and The Washington Post reveals the considerable efforts from top NBC and MSNBC brass to recruit, hire, and support the former RNC chair who promoted false election claims, was allegedly involved in helping Donald Trump’s efforts to overturn the 2020 election results, and refused to say Joe Biden had been elected fairly.

Staffers at NBC News and MSNBC were outraged at McDaniel’s hiring, but new details about behind-the-scenes efforts reportedly have increased that outrage.

Some critics are either calling for resignations of NBC News and MSNBC  leadership, or questioning how long they can ride out the mess.

“What is Brian Roberts going to do?” CNN‘s Oliver Darcy asks. “The Comcast boss is watching an unceasing five-alarm fire rage at 30 Rock, scarring the reputation of NBC News and threatening to consume multiple parts of the Cesar Conde-run NBC Universal News Group.”

“Conde has lost control of his organization, prompting industry insiders to wonder how he continues to remain in his role as chairman of the NBC News Group. In the words of one veteran media executive I spoke to Wednesday, ‘It’s inconceivable that he should,'” Darcy writes, saying Conde’s actions and those of his top executives have “hosed gasoline” on the scandal.

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That scandal involves these revelations from Puck’s Dylan Byers, who reports, “bringing McDaniel to 30 Rock had been part of a nearly two-month-long effort that was spearheaded by Budoff Brown and her boss, NBC News President Rebecca Blumenstein, with buy-in from Conde and his deputies at both NBC News and MSNBC.”

“Rashida Jones,” he adds, “the president of MSNBC, was very interested in having McDaniel appear as a contributor on her network, as well.”

But this bombshell has drawn a good deal of attention. Noting how Chuck Todd led off the very public pushback against the hiring of McDaniel, Byers reports, “On Sunday, Budoff Brown reached out to McDaniel’s aide and former chief of staff at the R.N.C., Richard Walters, to see if there were any friends or colleagues who could speak up on her behalf.”

“The two sides also discussed having these folks call attention to what they saw as a double standard—after all, this was the same network that was turning Psaki, a former Biden White House Press Secretary, into a Maddow-adjacent prime time star. Walters later assured Budoff Brown that they’d been able to advance conservative pushback on social media against Todd, specifically, and that this might give NBC News some cover, for which Budoff Brown thanked him.”

CNN, pointing to those details, adds, “staffers inside NBC News are enraged at the fact an executive would have engaged in such behavior.”

Former Chicago Tribune editor Mark Jacobs, who now writes about politics and the media, called for the firing of Jones, Blumenstein, and Budoff Brown.

Other critics are expressing concerns on multiple fronts.

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“It’s like the hunger games at @NBCNews. Every day new, horrible stories of journalism & corporate malpractice. Every single one of these managers must go,” observed Jennifer Schulze, a media critic who was a Chicago Sun-Times executive producer, WGN news director, and adjunct college professor of journalism.

She also highlights a Washington Post report that ropes NBC Nightly News anchor Lester Holt into the mess.

“Every @NBCNews exec who thought hiring a reputed liar & phony elector co-[conspirator] needs to resign or be fired,” Schulze says.

“The @NBCNews managers who recruited & signed an election denier should be out the door, too,” she adds. “Not only was it downright offensive to hire Ronna, it was journalism AND corporate malpractice.”

Pointing to his newsletter, former Obama senior advisor Dan Pfeiffer writes, “NBC’s ill-fated decision to hire Ronna McDaniel is a story of a media outlet unwilling to accept the ways Trump changed politics, but it’s also one of the best arguments for Dems need to build our media ecosystem ASAP.”

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He calls McDaniel’s hiring “evidence” the media has “yet to accept the reality that this is not a normal election between a Republican and a Democrat.” And adds, “An [industry] that prizes objectivity above all else, is incapable of accurately covering an election where one candidate is a normal politician and the other is an insurrectionist. Many in the media would rather stumble into autocracy than take a side.”

Veteran journalist and Sirius XM host Michelangelo Signorile observes, “We couldn’t have asked for a better situation to shine a bright light on the corruption of the corporate media—and its impulse to legitimize MAGA extremism and lawbreakers for profit—than NBC’s hiring former RNC chair, election denier, and Trump enabler Ronna McDaniel.”

And he warns, “The forces that made the coup-plotting former RNC chair a paid contributor are still shaping news and information about this pivotal election.”

 

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Lawmaker Slammed for Claiming College Basketball Players Were Actually ‘Illegal Invaders’

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Michigan MAGA Republican state Rep. Matt Maddock is under fire after claiming three buses were “loaded up with illegal invaders.” The buses, according to multiple reports, were actually loaded with the Gonzaga University basketball team arriving for March Madness.

“Happening right now. Three busses just loaded up with illegal invaders at Detroit Metro. Anyone have any idea where they’re headed with their police escort?” Rep. Maddock wrote on social media Wednesday evening, tagging far-right former U.S. Congressman Pete Hoekstra, who served as U.S. Ambassador to the Netherlands under Donald Trump and is now the state’s Republican Party chair.

Informed of his error on social media, Rep. Maddock doubled down, and attacked.

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“Probably teams for the NCAA Mens Sweet 16 playing at LCA on Friday and Sunday,” a user on X wrote.

“Sure kommie. Good talking point,” Maddock quickly shot back.

ABC affiliate WXYZ executive producer Maxwell White, responding to the Maddock’s original post wrote: “Just to be clear, this was the Gonzaga basketball team. Photos show Gonzaga getting on an Allegiant plane to Detroit for the Sweet 16, and Flight Radar shows a plane from GEG to DTW landed at 7:25 p.m., around the time this photo was posted.”

“This is a wild tweet,” White added, before adding more evidence.

Hoekstra, who was accused of using racism and xenophobia to win his campaign for a U.S. Senate seat (he lost), did not respond directly to Maddock but did repost the apparently false claim.

Michigan State Senate Democratic Majority Whip Mallory McMorrow denounced Maddock’s claim as “dangerous.”

Maddock’s remark also made the national stage when U.S. Rep. Eric Swalwell responded.

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“Hey Einstein,” the California Democrat wrote, “your state is hosting the Sweet 16. Could it be a team bus? If it is, will you resign for your spectacular stupidity?”

In 2021 The Washington Post reported, “Michigan state Rep. Matt Maddock and his wife, Michigan Republican Party co-chair Meshawn Maddock, have repeatedly been called out by fact-checking journalists for promoting baseless claims of widespread voter fraud and falsely suggesting that covid-19 is comparable to the flu.”

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