I used to love to listen to Public Enemy. That was back in the days when I had absolutely no critical engagement with the message of music I liked.
(Of course, I have to backtrack a little and say the evangelical in me identified quite fully with the PE classic “Burn, Hollywood Burn.”)
Eventually, I experienced my own growth of consciousness and realized I had to stop shelling out dollars to celebrities, fashionistas, television writers, and moviemakers sowing puerile crap into the tragically open (read nonreflective) minds of the millions. That was the end of me and Public Enemy.
I thought about the rap group today after reading through more puerile crap from the Rev. Joseph Lowery and former Pres. Carter spoken against the current President Bush. I said puerile crap. I should have said puerile, classless crap.
On this particular occasion, I’m taking more offense at the classlessness than the puerility. Coretta Scott King was being honored and mourned. Her legacy is rich. She was an ultra-effective preacher’/activist’s/prophet’s wife and suffered many indignities stoically. She was also a political figure who did not descend into one-note hackery. The lovely Mrs. King, for example, was a great advocate for school choice. Her creative engagement with the issues stood in stark contrast with the advanced boorishness of some of her contemporaries. I’ll avoid naming names.
Do you think a lady like that would like to see an honored guest (the president, no less) called out and abused at her funeral? Do you think she would have given her permission? Do you think she would appreciate seeing her funeral turned into a rally? Paul Wellstone might have appreciated what was done at his funeral. Decent though he was, he also had enough of the “workers of the world unite” thing going on to enjoy it. I think Mrs. King would simply be appalled and probably is appalled.
She might also have noted that it was Bobby Kennedy, not George Bush uno or dos who had her husband’s phone tapped. She might have been offended enough to call the bad hosts of her good name on the carpet.