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Everyone’s A Little Bit Racist…still???

So I read a friends blog recently and I was a bit dismayed by the story he told. The following is his reprinted story:

A few days ago, after swimming a couple of laps at the gym pool, I decided to spend a few minutes in the dry sauna while I dried myself off. Two fully-clothed, rotund, black men were sitting inside, one was dressed in a purple sweat suit while the other seemed to be wearing a work uniform. From what I could hear of their conversation, I gathered that they were under the impression that simply causing their bodies to perspire would get rid of their excessive fat content. As I sat down, the one in the sweat suit turned to me and said:

Fat Black Man in Purple Sweat Suit
“Are you a faggot son?”

Me
“Excuse me?”

And like it was nothing he repeated his question:

Fat Black Man in Purple Sweat Suit
If I was in the suburbs or in one of the many ghettos that surround Houston I could see how this kind of question could be asked with such indifference (and ignorance). But this wasn’t a gym in the suburbs or the ghetto, We were in midtown, the gay area of town. It would be an understatement to say that at least 50% of the members in this gym consist of totally out of the closet homosexual men.

Me
“If you are asking me if I am a HO-MO-SEXUAL, then yes I AM A HOMO-SEXUAL. But You shouldn’t use that word!”

“What word?” the fat black man in the purple sweat suit asked.

Me
“Faggot. You shouldn’t say the word faggot. It’s offensive.”

The Fat Black Man in the Purple Sweat Suit
“Faggots are an offense to god. You need to be a real man, the way god intended you to be”

Me
“Can you please stop saying that word?”

The Fat black Man in the Purple Sweat Suit
“Do you know that it’s wrong to be gay, it says it in the bible. Aren’t you afraid of burning in hell?”

Me
“Listen, you believe what you want to but please keep it to yourself.”

The Fat Black Man in the Purple Sweat Suit
“And what the fuck are you wearing? Some kind of faggot ass bikini? You know this is a gym right?”
I was wearing a speedo. Like the kind pictured above.

Me
“I was swimming. This is what swimmers wear.”

The Fat Black Man in the Purple Suit
“That’s what faggots wear.”

I wish I was a better man. A man who could take the high ground, turn the other cheek, and simply just walk away. Or I wish I was able to peacefully converse with those who I may disagree with, without letting anger and hatred cloud my judgment and dictate my actions, but I’m just not that man.

Me
“And that purple sweat suit is what niggers wear”

And then I quickly ran for my life…>>>

After reading this there was an onslaught of other blog readers that seemed to be very understanding of my friends’ point of view and condoned his response, many even said that they’d do the same thing in his place.
So I felt I had to throw in my 2 cents and here’s what came out of me…

“I’m actually puzzled by this whole dialogue mainly because so many people are patting you on the back for exhibiting racism as a knee jerk reaction when the ass who was talking to you was exhibiting HOMOPHOBIA.
I might be crazy but I think homophobia and racism are two similar but separate conversations.

That man was not attacking your heritage, he was attacking your lifestyle, but you in turn changed the subject and lashed out at his color.

To be clear, that guy was an ass, but he would’ve been an ass if he were white and said those same things, correct?
So I’m curious, what would you have said if the fat guy was white?

If fat black homophobes get to be called niggers, then what do you call fat white homophobes?



Although I completely appreciate and respect the fact that you shared this story because of the outpouring of conversation that has ensued, I must say that in all your “humanness” I’ve usually been able to side with you for the most part.

Not in this instance.

My biggest disappointment is that you let HIM being the way HE is cause YOU to be the way HE is.

Reactive, judgmental, offensive and hurtful. What’s worse is that you said it and ran. IF you felt so strongly about calling him a nigger, then why run? And if you were going to run, why bother saying anything to him at all? Just run right out and get that fat motherfucker ejected. That way he wouldn’t get the opportunity to say that kind of nonsense to anyone else at that club.

Yes everyone may be a little bit racist, but that’s because we say that statement as if allowing it, even a little bit, is tolerable AT ALL.

I’ve discovered through this conversation the degree to which racism is currently “allowable”. I’m sure that the many guys who said they “would’ve done the same thing” are a microcosm of a greater racist macrocosm.

Disappointing to say the least.”

I’m hoping that what I felt isn’t quite what’s real…

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Dinner with the boss (aka My Night At A Grammy Party)

Usually when your boss asks you to accompany him to a business meeting you end up in some stuffy board room for hours with a bunch of people you’ve never seen or heard of before, hashing out the details of some project that only your company will ever really know or care about the intricacies of. But when your boss is a living legend in the entertainment industry, a request like that looks completely different.

So it was this past weekend when my boss asked me to be a part of the “posse” accompanying him to the Clive Davis’ pre-Grammy party, which is the music industry equivalent of Elton Johns’ post-Oscar party.

So on this night the “stuffy board room” was actually the ballroom at the Beverly Hilton hotel in Beverly Hills and although I was there for hours, I was with a bunch people that I have heard of either all my life or have heard of in my life lately, all the time.

From the moment we exited the elevator to the time came to sit down to dinner there was an air of intense scrutiny that I’d never experienced before.

Rarely, if ever, are even the most subtle of glances and movements photographed so constantly and your movements documented and telegraphed so globally. I was fortunate enough to be both in it and out of it. Simultaneously I was an observer and a participant while reaping the benefits of both. I got to see, meet and experience incredible icons and rising stars as well as legendary personalities the shape the music and entertainment industry while retaining my privacy and anonymity.

You’d think it would be really awesome to have such attention focused on you. but most times when you fantasize about what that experience is like you never imagine the lack of intimacy, the intense jostling from one place to the next and done by people who only know you as an object that needs to be moved quickly from place to place to place to place to place to place to place, on and on for hours. The conversations you have are brief and have no real opportunity to achieve any depth, the people you meet in person are rarely as you’ve imagined them, Also it’s a really interesting phenomenon to meet someone you’ve known of so completely that you really feel like you know them, only to discover that they have NO knowledge of anything about YOU. You find yourself awkwardly relating to them based on things that you’ve heard of or read about them that, to them, may mean nothing, or what’s worse, might not even be true.

It’s also crazy to see these people doing their evening of celebration only to discover the next day, every detail of the evening’s events is plastered over the internet, newspapers and television.

For instance, I saw Chris Brown and Rhianna sitting about 50 feet from me, enjoying a great evening together and for a moment they were even watching me perform. It all seemed peaceful and friendly and the two of them seemed convivial and content. Apparently only moments after I last saw them, something happened between them that has now become EXTREMELY newsworthy, and has changed the course of both of their lives forever, and everyone knows about it!!

Needless to say, I’m pretty glad that I subdued my need to cut one while shaking Carrie Underwood’s hand. (She has no idea about the bullet she dodged).

However, I gotta admit, it was worth it all to be introduced to a band I’d never heard of only to hear them play live, 50 feet in front of me, and be floored by them only to discover that they were the well known rock band The Kings of Leon.

Furthermore it was also a pleasure to meet someone that I knew of vaguely only to discover to that he was someone that I’d love to sit down with and have a conversation (my favorite pastime). This particular person is an artist named Akon. He was the first person I met and within moments I could feel the sincerity and truth in his smile, proximity and demeanor. He was both a gentleman and a charismatic personality, but more than that, he looked me in the eye and actually HEARD what I said to him.

In between that meeting and my brief yet infamous meeting with The Artist I bumped into or met Jimmy Jam, Trace Adkins, Randy Jackson (American Idol), Katie Perry (who is ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS and definitely a STAR), Chris Tucker, Mary Mary, The Jonas Brothers, Tracy Ullman, David Foster, Kelli Clarkson, Rod Stewart, Kimora Lee Simmons, Russell Simmons,Penny Marshall, Paul McCartney, Annie Lenox, Herbie Hancock, Burt Bacharach, Kanye West, Duffy, Fantasia, Chris Daughtry and, of course, my girl Jennifer Hudson.

Also sitting backstage with Josh Groban (who is an AWESOME guy), Faith Evans and P Diddy (and his HUGE entourage), Leona Lewis, as well as Jamie Foxx, Babyface and L.A. Reid, was a treat for me.

The most interesting moment though, was standing 10 feet from Whitney Houston just before she went out to sing. To see, through the crowd of people that accompany her, an American legend and an entertainment industry darling experiencing her moments of pre-performance jitters was very humanizing. Then to watch her, in close proximity, stand among her peers and perform in front of the greatest artists, past and present, that have ever lived, and PROVE HERSELF yet again, after all she’s been through and accomplished, by singing past all their expectations of possible failure and flame-out and once again earn the respect of an industry that was not so sure what’s left of the once lauded Diva of the R&B and Pop world.

Yeah, it was well worth it all to sit among those that have inspired me for years and those who entertain me even now and know that I, in some capacity, belong there, and to have this pride in knowing that among those artists I sit humbly, gratefully and proudly.

Yeah, you gotta love going to a business with your boss, especially when your boss is a living legend creating history RIGHT NOW.

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Another Birthday

So yesterday (Dec. 3rd) I celebrated another in a long line of birthdays and I was fortunate enough to celebrate it in London, England AND I had a day off so I got to do WHATEVER I wanted.

Turns out that what I LOVE to do is be inspired and inpire…who knew?
I find that all my wanderings around the world that have me end up somewhere alone, always has me searching to find the beauty in what I’m experiencing, as well as looking for any chance I can find to share that perspective with whomever I run across that will listen.
I also noticed that my inclination to keep creating community…that (special) community (for me) is also something that is a default setting for me. The idea of having all my deepest friends know each other as I know each of them, leaves me thrilled to death and validated in my life.
If I were to ever look to do God’s work, it would look like my current life.
I must say thank you to God and The Universe for bringing such amazing people for me to love into my life, and for allowing me to be someone that they find some joy in loving.
My birthday wish is, still, as always, that in loving service may I ever be a channel of blessings for others.
G’night mate…
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