The more the media replays the remarks made by Bob Johnson, former head of Black Entertainment Television the more I become completely unsettled and appalled as a Black Woman to hear the manner in which he elected to portray himself as a black man.
His sentiments are easy to connect with his lack of conviction having done no better than to pimp drugs on the street in his previous attempt to entertain the Black Community. The manner in which he spoke, speaks to his ongoing ignorance, not only regarding his non-committal approach to the black community but by the way in which he chose to educate the black community with his booty-licious entertainment. A man from the Civil Rights Era with no other contribution than that speaks to how effortlessly one can in fact stumble into money.
His candor and approach in his presentation lacked dignity, pride and only served to further isolate him into the throngs of ignorance he so happily served to the Black Community with the same step and fetch routine that allows him to stumble head first into an empire questioned by some and only stomached by others.
His vernacular introduces him before his presence ever could, and what does it introduce him as, you might ask; it introduces him first as a man whose only mainstream acceptance stops at the lining of his wallet, and continues in the shadows of who he believes he is, only to have his own shadow abandon him.
The apology Johnson handed down was not written by him and perhaps not read by him. The verbal ignorance he assaulted on the American public can only be overshadowed by the geriatric back and fourth styling he portrayed as he swayed and dipped his head to the beat of a simple minded ignorance which has taken him years to master. In his hip-hop-crisy he somehow forgot he was being presented in the homes of millions and because he forgot where he was he decided to act a complete ***. Or perhaps that’s all he ever was.