The Hip Hop Anthropologist

 I am a man. I’ve been a man for a long time. I’m also an intellectual. I was a precocious child. For a while, I was a thug. Some would argue—incorrectly—I still am. I’m a martial artist. Not gifted or polished. But I know what I know. I can apply those skill sets in a street self-defense situation with little effort. So those who know that part of my background would call me an intelligent thug. But like most folks, I’m more than the sum of my parts. And yet—I’m scared. Not of people. Not of violence. Not of hardship. I’ve never been scared of anyone or anything in my life. But I see the precursors of something we’ve never faced before in this country. I see thoughtful, highly educated people defending a common criminal, conflating loyalty with legitimacy, and rationalizing the erosion of constitutional guardrails. What’s forming isn’t just conflict—it’s total collapse. And before we even get to that point, we need to confront what’s already happened. A high court, scared out of i...

Many years ago, a close friend of mine with an MSW—a retired spokesperson for a social service agency in New York—shared with me her biographical experiences at a historically Black college and university (HBCU) in North Carolina, where she had secured employment shortly after relocating to be closer to her aging mother. Her move was motivated by family (her brother was also down there), but also by a desire to remain professionally engaged in a region that, at least on the surface, seemed to offer cultural familiarity and institutional alignment with her values. What she found, however, was a deeply entrenched system of tribalism—one that operated not through overt hostility, but through subtle codes of exclusion, status maintenance, and territorial behavior. I listened carefully to her account, not merely as a friend but as an astute student of both human and group dynamics. Her experience mirrored my own recent encounters at two separate HBCUs in Maryland (albeit years apart), where...

There’s a distinct pattern here—one that’s too consistent to be a coincidence. Every time Black Americans begin to substantively integrate a profession, the rules change. The bar gets raised. The hoops multiply. The gatekeepers get busy. And now, in a twist that feels both familiar and insidious, we’re witnessing a new wave: the push to remove college degrees as a requirement for federal jobs, especially in law enforcement starting with the premier law enforcement agency in the country, the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), which is quietly dropping its four-year college degree requirement while scaling back its academy from sixteen to eight weeks. It’s being sold as reform, as inclusion but not the DEI type, as a way to broaden the applicant pool. But peel back the banana, the rhetoric, and what you find is a race (pun intended) to the bottom—a calculated effort to devalue the very credentials Black folks fought tooth and nail to earn. Let’s be clear: this isn’t about merit. It’s...

Unc is sitting here. That’s the thought that settles in as the blue light from the laptop cuts through the dark like a quiet lighthouse. I’m surfing the web, as I often do, sipping cheap brandy and chasing it with a Miller High Life. The High Life isn’t mine, not really—it’s a ritual, a nod to Percy Jarvis, Sr., my father. His drink was Cutty Sark, but this bottle, this pop of the cap, feels like communion. If I had my way, it’d be a Ballantine Ale and a blunt. But tonight, this is the sacrament. There’s a myth—persistent and shallow—that solitude equals loneliness. That a man alone in a room lit only by a screen is somehow incomplete. But this room isn’t empty. It’s dense. It’s thick with memory, with choices, with the kind of peace that only comes when you’ve made your peace with yourself. I could date. I could dance that dance again. But my interest lies elsewhere—in reflection, in legacy, in the quiet clarity that comes when the noise fades. My son is my anchor. My l...

    Social and behavioral scientists may not recite a Hippocratic Oath, but their ethical compass points unmistakably toward a duty to prevent harm. Their mandate is not merely academic—it is moral, civic, and urgent. Like psychologists who are legally bound to report suicidal or homicidal ideation, social scientists are ethically compelled to sound the alarm when societal structures begin to fracture.    This responsibility transcends the ivory tower. It demands that scholars engage with the world as it is—messy, polarized, unequal—and use their tools of inquiry to illuminate paths away from harm. Whether analyzing the corrosive effects of disinformation, the widening chasm of economic disparity, or the erosion of democratic norms, their findings must be communicated not just to peers, but to the public, policymakers, and communities who stand to suffer the consequences of inaction.    Du Bois and the Moral Imperative of Applied Sociology   ...

  By Dennis Shipman  Th ere's a brutal, undeniable truth echoing across the American landscape, a truth that cuts deeper than any political pundit dares to admit: the only thing Trumpty Dumpty got right was saying we're a stupid country, because we are. Not because of a lack of intelligence in our individuals, but because a pervasive, self-destructive racism has blinded a significant portion of the electorate, leading them to vote against their own material well-being in a grotesque theater of racial spite. This isn't theory; it's the daily lived reality for millions, and a pathology that threatens to be the ultimate undoing of this nation. We are witnessing, in stark and horrifying clarity, how white citizens will vote to perpetuate white supremacy anywhere in the world, no matter the cost to themselves. They will vote for policies that cause their own families to suffer, to starve, to go without healthcare, housing, or other basic needs. Why? Just to deprive those ...

 DEI always has been a canard, a red herring; a race-based grievance by under performing, under educated white ethnics envious of the immense strides made by educated racial minorities, who achieved upward mobility white ethnics presumed was their birthright, in spite of the huge ball and chain Black folks carry on our way up the ladder to success. Trump's entire administration is riddled by and infected with photogenic, camera-ready mediocrities who could not collectively manage their way outta a wet paper bag. If their immigrant dad was a trade unionist, they were admitted to the craft, guild, or trade. If their parents attended a prestigious college or university, they received preferential admission treatment. There was no bar exam for lawyers in many states until Blacks began graduating from law school. No exam to practice psychology 'til '65. No tuition at public colleges. The retirement age used to be 65. Ronald Reagan changed it to 67 parring back and ...

  Ten Democrat senators broke voting for cloture advancing a draconian spending Republican bill, which the Democrats had literally no input in drafting and, worst, offered no guard rails to curtail or constrain Musk; an illegal South African immigrant, who has been busy as a bee, rummaging through secured, sensitive federal databases, compiling personal, confidential banking information on regular American citizens, harvesting proprietary [read that: trade secrets] information on competitors, which the courts had already told him hands-off. We have already gotten sporadic reports that at least two Social Security recipients have had their benefits stopped, and monies debited (unlawfully clawed back) from their approved personal checking accounts. The same with NYC. It's Citibank checking account was over-drafted to the tune of $15,000 when US Treasury acting on behest of Musk somehow managed to reverse an eight million dollar transaction. No one (including the NYC Comptroller) even...

The hostility has always been there, simmering slowing beneath the surface. It takes little provocation to bring it to a rolling boil. Kendrick Lamar managed to do just that, though. His half-time show was a brilliant admixture of talking word, allegory, symbolism, and pagantry liberally seasoned with notable cultural icons like Sam L dressed as Uncle Sam with 16 stars on his jacket and Serena crip walking unapologetically ... He spanked whitey. And they weren't feelin it. https://tenor.com/view/foghorn-leghorn-spank-beat-beating-gif-12866723695374477811

I sounded the alarm about chump the braindead comic carnival barker aka klueless the klown getting back into office, and exerting control over the entire Executive branch through an untested political-legal concept called the "unified executive" theory, during the election. Scared-outta-their-wits, cowed, and cowardly bicameral Congress members were already in the bag. Many (if not all) refused to condemn J6 or, worst, say that Stinky without the Brain had lost the '20 election. The same hypocrtical law and order types who without even the wink or the nod defend trumpty dumpty's unilateral, unconditional pardons). The Supremely Corrupt Court's get-out-of-jail-free-card grant of absolute immunity solidified tRump's tenuous grasp on the body politic. Now firmly ensconsed back in the seat of power, emboldened by unmerited favor, deference, and as reckless as ever, tRump is poised to become the first president to overtly defy the courts as they attempt to reign in...

  I just love it when some OCD Magalomaniac or Libertarian dupe decides to play human on social media... It is no longer shameless to be shameful. Anti-intellectualism has become a superpower. And with it there goes the slippery slide to moral relativism with trumpty dumpty soiling the slide on his way down into the rabbit hole with his lemmings in close pursuit.

...chump the brain dead comic carnival barker aka klueless the klown has directed the USDOJ to sue colleges and universities that teach "Black History." The patently unlawful order abridges a fundamental tenet of the academy, which is "academic freedom": A raison d'être of higher education at PWIs since their inception in the states in the mid 1600s. Stinky without the Brain stole a page from a worn playbook written by Ron DeSantis, with little or no pushback from Florida based HBCUs like Bethune-Cookman University, Edward Waters University, Florida A&M University and Florida Memorial University. Well-fed, well-heeled, not on welfare; fat, sleek, and comfortable Black PhDs plying their trade in the hallowed halls of the academy, Historically Black Colleges and Universities, apparently did not get the memo, however. They were too busy supping greedily at the slop trough of white liberal guilt to lift their professionally coiffed locks, wigs, or weaves, lips g...