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June 11, 2007 | Tags: none

A while back one of the illest writers I know asked me to share my opinion on the decades-long trials and tribulations of one Mumia Abu-Jamal when fire-breathing emcee Immortal Technique expounded his thoughts. In all honesty, I found that to be one of the more difficult requests I’ve received since I’ve been occupying this section of the Internets. Admittedly, I haven’t kept up too much with his ordeal since I graduated college, aside from a web search here and there. Not to sound like a prick, but when you had bills to pay and no job to pay them with, certain things must unfortunately be placed on the backburner.

Being a part-time anarchist, I’ve always considered the laws and enforcement system to be ridiculously imbalanced and unfair. Whereas they were particularly aimed at shitting on the Black population [1] in the past, they are now designed to make sure the poor population [2] won’t make it, which is wrong. However, being a part-time realist, I recognize that they are needed in some way, lest some random e-thug actually puts something hot in my face (pause) and gets away with it. And we can’t have that now, can we?

While I do believe there has been some shady shit going on in Mumia’s case, the same shit designed to keep him coming out of prison is now ironically trying to keep cracka-ass “socialite” and Hollywood nutrag Paris Hilton stuck in the baby bing for the next month. Being stuck on the West Coast, not a minute goes by where I don’t hear anything about this broad. Granted, this is a hip-hop site and the only rap-related thing Paris has probably done was Fat Joe [3], my future ex-wife aliya ewing made a mention about it last week, and it had me thinking of the whole thing on a grander scale.

If you look past the candy-coated spectacle of this shit, the ordeal this skank is going through is comparable to the slaps on the wrists your favorite rapper gets. Why many detractors on this site could more or less give a fuck about her I don’t understand, especially considering most of the shit that’s gone down in the first half of this year falls right along the lines of the overall picture of Paris’ situation: those that are in that higher tax bracket are destined to have preferential treatment by the law. Busta Rhymes and Eve get to drive through cities drunker than my deadbeat uncle while Tony Yayo runs around Dragon Punching teenagers through walls, yet they only receive paper punishments. I’m sure I’d be used as currency in San Quentin by now if I ran around doing the same shit they did, all because I frequent the swap meets more often than I’d like to, yet Paris gets a cell to herself for six weeks. Shit, I’ve had a cell to myself since I moved out of my mom’s backyard, and I gotta pay to stay in this shit. So who’s really got it bad?

While I derive some sort of amusement watching Paris get some form of comeuppance, I really can’t support nor defend the results of the whole thing. Besides, if I were to open my virtual mouth, I’m pretty sure I’d lose my PAWG contingent here, and I’d like something to come home to if and/or when the nappy-headed hoes get tired of me.

[1] Like we really wanted to get snatched up from the land of topless cola bottle-shaped women all those years ago.

[2] If you’re not in that 5%, you’re poor.

[3] I just threw up in my mouth a little at that visual.




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