Sublime

The way I say “My people” and My People know who they are even if we’ve never met, or even if we’ve never spoken, or even if all we have is the shared lineage of coming from a people who came from a people who came from a people who didn’t intend to come here but built the here once they arrived.

In the New World, things seemed in a constant ascent. My parents weren’t drawn to the United States by any specific dream, just a chance for something different. Even then, they understood that American life is unbounded promise and hypocrisy, faith and greed, new spectrums of joy and self-doubt, freedom enabled by enslavement. All of these things

an insistence on rigorous standards of judgment and taste in a relativist culture; a preference for the uncommercialized, unadvertised small bands rather than name bands; the development of a private language and then a flight from it when the private language (the same is true of other aspects of private style) is taken over by the majority group;

In the Age of Imperialism, when the definition of human was "man" and the definition of man was "white," none of this was obvious.

it referred to what the piece defined as tastelessness marked by "a contrast of luxury and squalor."$9

We live in an era of wealth and overabundance, but how bleak it is. There is “neither art nor philosophy,” Fukuyama says. All that’s left is the “perpetual caretaking of the museum of human history.”

Right now, Atlanta is also a center of Black music production. It is the place where Southern hip hop was shined up. T.I., the self proclaimed “King of the South,” branded trap, that music about hustling and dealing in the urban South inside trap houses, once crack houses, once the spot, once shooting galleries, once-once-once something else, but a