Rap no doubt ranks as one of the top pillars of misogyny in contemporary America, yet according to the racially obsessed grievance mongers, highlighting this truth makes one a racist.
Canadian legislator Justin Trudeau learned this lesson the hard way during a panel discussion on women’s issues this Monday evening when he dared to assert that “[t]here is a lot of misogny in certain types of music” (H/T The Huffington Post):
There are issues around pornography and its prevalence now and its accessibility, which I am really wrapping my head around now as father of kids who are approaching their teen years, and there is also the shifting parental roles as well. There’s a lot of communities in which fathers are less present than they have been or might have been in the past and there’s a need for engaged, positive role models.
Note that he never explicitly cited rap music. Yet racial grievance monger and black/LGBTQ rights activist (supremacist) Angela Robertson immediately jumped to conclusions anyway:
Robertson said that while she doesn’t think being explicitly racist was Trudeau’s intention, his statements can be used to further marginalize and stigmatize racialized communities.
“I named it as rap because often that’s a code word… lack of fathers as role models is another code,” Robertson said. “It’s problematic because it suggests that violence is more prevalent in these communities, and by making that inference it feeds stereotypes, but doesn’t attack the history of colonialism that’s breaking families apart or the violence to families that were deliberately not kept whole.”
I hate to be the one to break it to Robertson, but black families both here and apparently in Canada do in fact suffer from major problems with not only a “lack of fathers,” but also violence as well.
The reason for these problems lies not with history, but with contemporary black people’s attitudes and behaviors. And one of these behaviors happens to be this incessant and wholly misguided desire to defend an alleged “art form” that produces some of the most vile crap ever processed by the human ear.
Regardless, Robertson’s asininity provided a perfect demonstration of why I rarely heed the befuddled rants of feminists and activists who yell about white supremacy and/or the patriarchy and then turn around and twerk to an Eminem song … because, frankly, they’re all a bunch of hypocritical idiots!