Posts tagged "lgbtqia"
Despite knowing that white artists get more recognition due to racism, Macklemore has not taken any steps to minimize this reality. He has not been accountable to homo-hop artists of color, who not only are impacted by homophobia in society as a whole, but also go unsupported because of homophobia and racism that favors white straight men like Macklemore. Macklemore has not corrected the misinformation that he is the most pro-gay voice in hip hop, when what could be more pro-gay than a gay artist within the genre? And none of the artists featured on “Same Love” have been openly accountable to the fact that they are profiting in a genre that does not belong to them at the expense of queer artists of color.
Lambert’s website calls the song “revolutionary.” But, is it really revolutionary to take up space in a genre that exists in response to a system of oppression you benefit from? Is it revolutionary for Macklemore, as a white straight man, to assume that gay people–including gay people of color who may find strength in hip hop in the face of racism–must feel that the genre hates them as is stated in the first line of the second verse in “Same Love”?
And, is it revolutionary for white people to get mainstream recognition for talking about homophobia in hip-hop, when queer hip-hop artists of color are routinely ignored? The fact of the matter is the success of “Same Love” is largely due at least in part to white audiences being more receptive to white straight men talking about oppression than oppressed people, as well as the comfort of being able to remove themselves from misogyny and homophobia because the oppression at hand is the fault of Black people in hip-hop. What could be more revolutionary than that? How about listening to queer people of color?
The faster I go on the highway,
the slower I feel I’m going. Brad
still has his bruised copy of the King
James Bible, in his back pocket
everywhere he goes. “‘And now
these three remain: faith, hope and
love. But the greatest of these is
love.’ Corinthians chapter thirteen,
He takes another drag from his
cigarette, and squints the way
he’d always seen them do in the
movies. He lets out a jet of smoke
and then he tells me he loves me
the same way he orders breakfast.
Brad’s bare feet are in front of the
passenger side view mirror, and
his seat fully reclined. “I love you,
too,” I say. I’m not sure where it
comes from, but I look at him,
his crooked smile in the butterscotch
sunlight, and realize it must be true.