captialism and commodification of art.
we have juiced and exploited creative art to a skinny, ashen hooker on a dark street corner in vegas that can't get a john if she sells it for a penny a pounce.
repeatedly, i was told, we don't do that in london. we are BRITISH. and so i said to myself, how does being british erase being black?
so i walked for several days in disappointment and scratched my head.
i am dealing with my racialist americanness....until i was stopped by a white british guy who immediately started talking about the problem of blacks in the UK and connected it to the underwear (aka booty-shorts) bomber.
ahh, so the pale horse that sits on the highest of seven hills emerged in the face a plump and tender-looking old bloke.
but, i was not worried about this absurd chit-chat. i was on a hunt for my people.
i went to brixton. but it was on a weekday and the working class folk well, were working.
i was about to trot to east and southeast london for the africans, but the bitter cold and snow storm, put a hold on that. the last thing you want to do is be in the cold and lost. shit.
so i returned to my small little hostel that is no bigger than my closet. did i tell you i have been sharing a bathroom. oh excuse me, that is not proper. i have been sharing 2 toilets and 2 showers with about 30 other backsides.
and this also may sound gross, but fuck the showers, i've been taking bird baths. my aunt call's them "ho-baths." but whatever they are, after about three, this light wash-and-go gets really unpleasant.
but that is not my worry, i am looking for black people and i am not feeling too good. they pass me by on the street when i greet them. am i back in new york for fuck's sake.
then i bump into an african tube worker who tells me there are a lot of people who front with proper british accents and british passports, who seem to not get they will never be ENGLISH.
clarity. thank you. but i am sad and losing my sanity.
and it was there that i saw them, black people, well not by the ten folds, but at least a couple of dozen.
and i heard john legend singing in the distant, "heaven only knows, heaven only knows."