UK: Kelis Called A Slave

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality…. I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word. – Martin Luther King, Jr.

Remember “Milkshake” by Kelis? She was returning from a music festival on Monday.  At the airport, a man was angry because he felt she cut him in line.  The man progressed to call her a slave and a “disgusting Nigerian”.  He continued to yell and inform her that she should refer to him as “sir”.  In addition, he called her Kunta Kinte.

You can read the tweets here.

I don’t want anyone to say we live in a post-racial society ever again.  I don’t want to hear that race doesn’t matter.  The fact that no one came to Kelis’ defense is a big problem in this society.  The question, “does race matter” is a clear indication that it does.  No matter your celebrity, lack there of, wealth, or socioeconomic status, no one is exempt from their racial identity, the stereotypes that come with it, and the constant tension race produces.  Racism is more covert but outlandish racial situations like this happens everyday. 

—Just my thoughts

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2 responses to “UK: Kelis Called A Slave

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  2. Lola

    Funny story (well, not so funny but…):

    My mother was in an airport coming home from a trip to Spain, recently. She was with some coworkers (white women) who were before in a security check line when she overheard a simple conversation held by a few people ahead of her. A lady asked if she had to have her bags checked. The attendant told her no. Everyone went thru with no problem, until it was my mother’s turn, and they proceeded to have her empty her whole bag.
    My mother complied without any issues. The two women she was with couldnt even tell how much it bothered her. But as soon as she caught up to my dad (who’d come in on a different flight…or something), my mommy, the judge, the strong ass woman who I see as almost super-human broke down crying in the middle of the airport.

    She explained to me that she could not believe that even so far from home, at the end of such a wonderful trip she would encounter something like that.

    “Niggas in Spain”….. &shit.

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