Yesterday, I happen to visit Instagram. What do I see? This pic showing, exaggerated, stereotype, black faces.
At first, I definitely was offended. Before writing this blog, I asked friends about it. They came to the same conclusion; this shit is offensive.
By the way, a friend pointed out the Pulp Fiction character’s name is spelled “Marsellus Wallace”.
As some folks may have easily blown this off, there’s more to it than this. You see, I know the guy personally. In Sanford, I used to DJ in his mom’s bar.
A year ago, I had a falling out with the place. Business was running slow. (From what I was told, it still is.) Despite sales dropping all over, I was personally being blamed for the Tuesdays and Wednesdays I DJed there. Plus I was being blamed for the one Friday of the month I DJed there. For some reason, the bar owner blamed me for playing gangster rap. First of all, despite all the cursing and sexist lyrics, none of the songs I played were gangster rap. In other words, no lyrics involved violence.
Where did the owner get the word “gangster rap” from? Her son complained about me playing it earlier. My humble guess leans towards her learning that word from her son.
Seriously, check out these two videos. Does this look like rap music running people out of the bar?
Oh yea, I didn’t always play hip-hop either.
To even illustrate more bullshit, a night actually did center around rap music.
This was at the bar’s previous location. A film festival happened that weekend. On this night, not only did my biker friends show up, the mayor of Sanford showed up too.
Could it be the patrons deserted the bar because of bad customer service? For years, folks complained to the bar owner about her son. I can remember that since 2010. Yet, now as of September 2013, she finally got rid of him. By that time, I had already quit.
Still, whether he still works there or not, the damage is already done. Knowing her son as the main reason people stopped attending the bar, the bar owner chose to pick on me and rap music. She even gave him my Wednesday night. Then, after that, she told me he was making so much money. Yet, patrons told me a far different story. The bar was always nearly empty. Plus he always closed early and headed to another bar, a bar he currently works at.
Observe this exchange. I scribbled out the name to protect the innocent. Patrick Scott Barnes is me. I DJ on the left. This was in 2013. Check the calender for that year and you’ll see 1/16 was a Wednesday night, the nights I used to DJ.
Mr. Closing-At-12 is the one in the middle. This is at the other bar.
After my observation, my friend agreed.
Back in March 2013, I quit Tuesdays also. In May, I received an e-mail showing a fight had taken place on Tuesday. I guess this was the crowd the bar wanted all along.
When I charged racism before I quit , both the bar owner and her son found my words having no base. Yet, check out her son’s wonderful prose on racism. By the way, Hurry Regal and Harry Reagan are the same person.
Remember, this is the same guy posting black faces on Instagram.
Him and I used to get along. Yet, when the publicity over George Zimmerman brought attention to Sanford, he turned into an asshole about race.
All right, here’s my confession. I can take part of the blame for “nigga” . Because some patrons were fans of the show, I used to always quote Boondocks.
“Nigga, you gay.”
Black folks saying that, white people start saying it too. Still, most white people in their right mind know not to repeat that word. White rappers Eminem and Macklemore never used that word.
Yet, way before my conflict with the bar, I stopped saying it.
During the peaceful marches in Sanford, some folks complained about Al Sharpton and Jessie Jackson, saying they were dividing the city. Even some business owners voiced this.
Yet, here is some dude walking among Downtown Sanford people, and only about two called him out on his bullshit.
Also, as he mouths off about violent music, might I add he has a criminal record for domestic violence? No wonder he supports George Zimmerman, him and George have something in common.
Does this mean I believe the city of Sanford is racist? Sanford is no different than any other city. Just like in most cities and towns, you have both your idiots and decent people.
UPDATE: I RECEIVED THIS E-MAIL ON FACEBOOK.
Oh well, here’s a past email from his mom. This was 2013.
By the way, all metal music doesn’t run people out of the bar. Check out the third video on this blog.
Actually, she’s referring to a night when some dudes kept asking for death metal all night. True enough, that did piss people off.
I guess everything was my fault. Oh well, check out the next e-mail. A past open-mic host sent the bar owner an e-mail. The bar owner sent a copy of the letter to me. I scratched out the letter writer’s name to protect the innocent. He defends his friend. Yet, he lays some nasty blame on the bar owner. This was 2012.
Will I get another nasty email? Who knows.