Friday, May 12, 2006

Hip-Hop DJ fired, may face jail. Big surprise.

DJ Fired for Threatening to Sexually Assault 4-Year-Old
[A] syndicated hip-hop disc jockey was being investigated ... after making threatening racial and sexual remarks about a rival's wife and 4-year-old daughter....

The New York Police Department's Hate Crime Task Force launched the probe after the chief of detectives reviewed a transcript of DJ Star's on-air comments about DJ Envy and his family, said police spokesman Paul Browne.

Star, whose real name is Troi Torain, apologized on Thursday through his attorney....

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In the comments ... Torain ... offered $500 to any listener who could provide information about the rival DJ's daughter's school and used racial slurs when talking about his wife, who is part Asian.

"I will come for your kids," Torain said.... "I finally got the information on his slant-eyed, whore wife."

Torain also called the couple's child a "little half a lo mein eater" and said he wanted to "do an R. Kelly on your seed, on your little baby girl. I would like to tinkle on her," according to the excerpts.

The comments apparently were referring to videotapes in 2002 showing a man bearing a strong resemblance to singer R. Kelly having sex with someone who appeared to be an underage girl and then urinating on her.

This hardly surprises me. I have a temporary job that requires me to ride for hours at a time in a van full of hip-hop fans, and it's a rare one of them that seems to have any sense of basic human decency. They're almost uniformly obnoxious, demanding, foul-mouthed, rude, inconsiderate, and unpleasant. Imagine oversexed, larcenous, chain-smoking toddlers from Hell and you'll have an idea. Imagine trying to drive a vanload of these people anyplace. The driver gets heaped with constant abuse and demands screamed in his ear at a volume that could crack concrete. And their number one demand is that the radio constantly blare a hip-hop station. (If the driver doesn't comply, one of them will leap out of her seat and commandeer the radio. And if the driver dares to change the station, turn down the volume, or -- God forbid! -- turn the radio off, the abuse is jacked up to a new level.)

I've not noticed any sense of right or wrong among them. It's purely about what they want. And they want it NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW! There's no filter on what comes out their mouths, and most of what comes out is ugly indeed.

They use the cup holders for ash trays, even though the driver could get fired for "permitting" smoking in the van. As if he could stop it. They litter the seats and floor with dropped food and trash. And the curses fly. Constantly. No noun goes unadorned with "f-ing". Most verbs are adorned likewise. There are demands to know why the driver "f-ing" chose the "f-ing" route he's "f-ing" driving, even though they know that the driver is following directions given to him by his supervisor. There are demands to "f-ing" stop to "f-ing" urinate and "f-ing" deficate and "f-ing" buy more "f-ing" cigarettes. Followed by demands that the driver "f-ing" drive "f-ing" faster to make up for the time lost in these pit stops, as if the delay is the driver's fault. And all of this at an ear-spitting volume.

They brag up their exploits in theft. A favorite is to break into vacant buildings and rip out the pipes, though cracking into vending machines takes a close second. Shoplifting and pilfering are also popular. They exchange tips on how to pull off these crimes. I'm not clear at all on why they supplement their criminal income with wages at all, unless it's a condition of their parole that they be employed.

When we get put up in motels out of town, the party begins. Fresh abuse is heaped on the hapless driver if the motel is not a quick walk to a bar or a liquor store - though the driver doesn't choose the motel. Then the agruments start about who will pay for the taxi for a booze run. Boastful stories abound of trashed rooms, encounters with the police, drugs and memory lapses. And indignation is a common theme. How dare the boss have fired so-and-so just because he smashed those beer bottles on parked cars outside the motel? Or just because he showed up for work stoned out of his mind? Or just because he heaped curses and abuse on some hapless desk clerk who tried to halt a particularly rowdy party? Some motels won't rent rooms to the company any more. Surprised? (Though the risk of being fired does make the worst of the parties -- or best, depending on your point of view -- unusual. The typical party seems to be just drinking and smoking pot until they run out of beer and whisky and then stagger back to their respective rooms or pass out where they are. Imagine for yourself how bright and cheerful they are when they tumble out of bed for work in the morning.)

This isn't a racial issue. The worst offender in the screaming-obscenities-in-the-driver's-ear department and the commandeering-the-radio depatment is a tiny pale waif with blond hair and blue eyes and a mouth that would make a sailor blush. It's the soul that's dark, not the skin.

I'm not saying hip-hop causes this sort of attitude and behavior, but it celebrates, elevates, and legitimizes it. It certainly reinforces it. It's both a symptom and a food. And the demand to up the ante, to get meaner and uglier, continues. Is it any surprise that somebody whose job is to cater to these people threatens to rape a preschooler? Why not, in a culture that's all about anger, gratification, and simply taking what you want?

4 Comments:

At 11:42 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wellspoken, GrannyGrump: it's the soul that's dark... Hip hop preaches hatred and I would not mind so much if they would focus it on their little sub-culture, but that's not the case.
Imagine these people having offspring, teaching their kids about the values of life. NIGHTMARE!!!

 
At 7:01 PM, Blogger GrannyGrump said...

Not so much hatred as selfishness.

 
At 2:04 AM, Blogger Alnot said...

I do not put up with such behavior. Being a former Army sarge helps but the thousand yard stare is what un-nerves them. One kid said, "I saw myself in hell." After making eye contact.

 
At 10:29 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now I understand why you went nuts in the chatroom that time. Gosh.

 

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