Upper Crust or just plain Burnt Up

So since I recently changed jobs I have been thrust into a somewhat different social group with the quasi Black elite... Man o man, these niggas need Jesus. It goes a little something like this, you have a few cats, none of which are particularly THAT attractive, or THAT smart, or THAT rich, yet somehow through social engineering and a few well placed parties that have become just that.

It's funnier still because they very survival depends on other people of varying degrees of hotness to buy into their bullshit so that they can quickly act to co-opt these new people and therefore legitimize and reinvigorate their own existence. However at the end of the day when we look a little bit closer we realise that these marvelous examples of successful "blackness" do not pass the basic tests of their objective legitimacy.

To wit, what has the Black elite ever really accomplished? I mean honestly, when we add up all of the bougie niggas and all of their parties and pseudo white posing, and the like, what is the record? I see politicians line up (sometimes) to kiss their ass, but really, who have they ever made or broken financially. The guess is that one day some person will be able to wake this sleeping giant and own this humongous advantage in fundraising but my belief is that after the big homes, and expensive clothes, and big parties, they actually can not afford many substantive charitable donations. Where were the Black elite after Katrina? I saw rappers and I saw intellects and I saw athletes standing up for the people? But where exactly was the Black business community? Maybe I just missed the massive movement but as far as I have seen the closest there has been to helping the people has been pushing the Essence fest back to NO this year, because yup those negroes do love a party.

Now don't get me wrong, hell I like a party, and I like money, and all of that, but as I push further and further with listening to people disparage hip hop and poverty, and try to claim that Cosby's statements are the necessary tough love for the Black community. I have to ask that since I am seeing all the tough, where exactly is the love?

See instead I believe that it is like the E Franklin Frazier book the Black Bourgeoisie, and the semi update "our kind of people" There is a basic issue that the so-called Black elite live in a world of make believe. They are pretending to be elites who are black while secretly know that they might only be considered elite when compared to blacks. What you get is the strange amalgamation of self hate combined with a pathetically false form of pretend. It's like check it out one day, if you are in a room with the Black elite that attempt to aspire to the highest norms of the English Royal court except for the things that would be difficult for them to do. They are fine dressing preppy, and looking down on the "unwashed" yet the majority of them in the room still are unable to actually pick the correct utensils for use, or know the truly appropriate rules of society. And therein lies the rub, what makes them feel superior is necessary, what makes them feel inferior is unnecessary, but its cool because most believe. And I could call them on it but really why bother? Fools at play are really no harm to anyone, and I am actually a little too grown these days to kill their fun...