i'm resurrecting this because it makes more sense than starting a new thread on the same issue.
i'm getting a lot of flak about my
blog/journal/tribute to Naked Lunch because parts of it are written in prison slang, and i use 'nigga'. example:
i didn't have a phone, i hate phones anyway, but 'cause i'm diabetic and keep my sugar regulated (and the nurses love me) i get a milk, cup of cereal and an orange every night like clockwork. i hate oranges - only citrus i like are limes and kumquats, so i give my orange to a nigga i know (don't assume anything about his color, just that he's got shit going on, if you're in Smith State Prison in the beautiful state of Georgia, you're either a nigger or a nigga, despite yo DNA and shit, and you need to know which is what). so i can call my family once a week, in 4G service, or any time in an emergency, and i don't have to suitcase a cellphone (yeah).
thing is, this is not an affectation. i don't go around 'nigga dis and nigga dat' but i can use the term and it works. fuck, i went up to the nation of islam table and asked them to help me with my arabic (though by no means do you try that nigga shit with those guys) - i'm okay with my peeps, it's white folks that bug the fuck out. and by 'white' i mean 'bland'. 'nigga' entered my vocab from some twisted west-coast asian americans...my gay chinese-american friend was the first to say, 'yo mah nigga, whassup?' to mean, and i was utterly nonplussed at the time. you get over it. my thing is, around white people, i'm initially accepted, then i start talking and they kick me to the curb. elsewhere, in the real world, some folks may look at my skin (the color of the sandy loam of the great plains) and judge me, but once i start talking, i'm okay. fuck - when i was 17 i followed a hippy chick into a bootsie collins concert - y'all know parliament/p-funk, right?
i was *mesmerized* and for the first time in my life, i got out on the dance floor and got the funk down. i ain't been right since. no, that's wrong, i ain't been *white* since. i know i ain't black, i got a mf mirror. but fuck, this shit you see when you look at me is skin deep. i'm nigga down to the bone. i get away with it, i think, in part because i'm a righteous man and live by my religion. also because i don't deal with the Man and i never pass up a chance to fuck with the poe-poe.
"let me hold it down,
cause they shut you down
when you speak from yo heart
ain't that bleak on they part?
...i'm speaking the truth,
not dreams, so what the fuck they mean
my lyrics ain't clean?"
-Outkast
and though the above had a touch of righteous fury to it, i'd like a rational discussion. thoughts?