[newgeezer]

The problem is the hijacking of African-American culture by the hip-hop generation that has helped glorify every rotten, foul and disgusting racial stereotype it took generations to eradicate.

The minstrels used to show up in black face, shuckin' and jivin' like Amos and Andy or Stepin Fetchit. Now they come in baggy pants sagging over their butts, glamorizing thug life and prison fashion, legitimizing derogatory racial insults into the mainstream, and convincing an entire generation that this is the measure of true blackness and anyone who bucks this system is either a racist, hopelessly out of touch or a sad Uncle Tom.

Telling it like he sees it.

[Old Professer]

They didn’t always wear those baggy pants; one day at a department store in Cincinnati in the tire shop, a youth came through the back door, grabbed a new tire off the rack and sprinted toward the open garage door.

Within seconds, there were five of us in hot pursuit, all heels and elbows; after four blocks we were spread out like NASCAR racers on the 30th lap except for this one long-legged salesman from the accessories department still in sight down the street.

Tired, and disgusted, we trudged back up the street toward the stupidly abandoned shop and arrived just in time to see two of his companions drive off with a pickup bed full of tires.