But when Katy Perry can get spins on urban radio for her single with Juicy J—but no rapper can get a spot performing at the Grammys without backing a white artist—it’s impossible to deny what’s happening. The pop landscape still likes rap, but it no longer needs black artists to make it. Their services are appreciated, but they aren’t demanded. Their influence is obvious, but their input is unwelcome. They have “those people” who used to live in a neighborhood before the gentrifiers showed up and changed the name: welcome to stop by, but only when someone needs them for something.
One could argue this was tragically predictable in a country where integration has always occurred on an “as needed” basis. There are few dignified things that America has demonstrated it would rather see a white person do than a black one, if any white person anywhere would be up to the task.
Yes. This Katy Perry thing, and this general preferential treatment in the music industry, has been bugging me.
A half-eaten experiment - I decided to add some vanilla-mint chai leaves to my salmon’s dry rub, with some coriander and paprika. I think it turned out pretty well! With some toasted couscous. #foodstagram