i stopped listening to the radio today. i heard something that stole my breath, it was so despicable. painfully, it came from the radio station in new york city that i once loved most, a radio station that i will never listen to again, if mocking world-changing tragedy in south and southeast asia is their idea of appropriate entertainment.
on this one-month death anniversary of almost three-hundred-thousand people, i ask for your attention, your compassion and your outrage.
go ahead, click that first link if you're somewhere where it's safe to listen. it's depraved, craven and unacceptable. that's exactly why you NEED to hear it. i will not let you be ostriches; not when it's this important. you are well within your rights to write off certain anti-indian shock-jock antics as obnoxious or juvenile, but using the humanitarian aid song "we are the world" to attack people who have suffered in ways we will never know, because of the tsunami...that's some next-level evil.
have you heard enough hatred? i have. and i have HAD IT.
i wouldn't stay with a boyfriend who called me "bitch" or otherwise disrespected me, so why on earth would i bruise my ears with the filth and degradation that seems to be far too ubiquitous lately? i don't care what you say, there is no difference, the situations are beyond analogous.
my late father once told me to "shake the dust" from my shoes and take nothing from an unwelcome town with me. those words are on an infinite loop in my head, as i stare at the list of companies that sponsored hate:
James Fisher, 202-585-1947
Popeye's parent company:
Reebok International Ltd.
PO Box 1060
Ronks, PA 17573
Reebok International Ltd.
1895 J. W. Foster Boulevard
Canton, MA 02021
ask for David Pace (atty) or Paul Fireman (CEO)
The Coca-Cola Company
P.O. Box 1734
Atlanta, GA USA 30301
800-443-4999 for TDD
6:00 AM - 6:00 PM Pacific Time, Monday - Friday
For calls originating outside the United States: 310-468-4000
7:00 AM - 5:30 PM Pacific Time, Monday - Friday
many of those names make my stomach hurt; i'm not lovin' it. when i think of every indian family that owns a toyota camry, corolla or a lexus anything, the bile begins to ascend. how many millions of dollars did we give toyota, before people who shared our DNA were ravaged by a natural disaster?
i can already see the words you want to fill my comments section with: it's not like toyota composed or sanctioned that "song", etc etc. not quite, but i haven't heard their apologies. i have not seen the obligatory statements that would distance them from this outrageous incident. like that email forward about the holocaust that went 'round the world enough times to end up in my inbox thrice, if you didn't speak up when you had the chance, if you didn't stand up for what is right, you are partially complicit.
i studied PR and campaign management. i know how this system works; they have no excuse. i've given them enough time. i didn't jump on this the moment it dropped, like i did with other notable shock-jock-idiocy.
if this were a song about black people, i'd have a list of press releases to link, from vice presidents who'd want to assure the public that their companies believe in "diversity". diversity doesn't protect other shades of brown, though, does it? that's the blunt, bullshit truth. gosh "miss jones", it's okay to hate on us b/c we think we're "superior", that's how this works, right? that's how you justify your relentless bigotry?
MLK fashioned his vision around the ideas of one small brown man, clad in homespun fabric. what would he say if he saw that his dream had disintegrated, the notion of "equality" has become crass and commercialized, a hallmark'd cliche to be thought of in terms of duty and not justice. what would he think when the epiphany levelled him--he wouldn't have a dream, today.
my inner cynic wonders if miss jones et al were jealous of star and bucwild's "triumphant" return to nyc radio, via Power105. they must have been so envious of all that negative, rat-eatin' publicity. well. hot97 sure showed us! wow, what a way to prove that skits could aim even lower.