Women in Hip-Hop matter.
I’ve long been committed to documenting and educating about Hip-Hop culture, not just because I grew up in it and own it as my own, but also because women, especially women of color, are too often shut out of Hip-Hop discourse. Our ideas and opinions are regularly dismissed as invalid. Part of that is because when Black women write about Hip-Hop, many of us critique its rampant misogyny and some of the men feel betrayed or exposed, so they work to silence us to preserve their self-image. And I think part of it is some of us feeling insecure about our writing and contributions, so we don’t put it out there enough.
I’m going to keep writing, though.
I appreciate Equality For Her for giving space to me, and others, to share our ideas. Learn more about their work here
“In the beginning, God created the Earth, Moon, stars, and the universe and… J-Hova. Twenty years later, there was a 47-year-old Jay Z, rapping in the confines of a dark studio confessional, laying prostrate before millions while admitting to years of wrongdoing from criminal activity to unscrupulous betrayal of those close to him. His first studio album in four years, 4:44 is a highly-anticipated, timely collection of modern “Hip-Hop Noir” reflections on the impact of his legendary career and iconic status as one of Hip-Hop’s preeminent cultural giants. This new album has energized Jay Z’s fan base, many of whom have long awaited an album worthy of his god-like moniker, J-Hova. While I wish this pseudo-apologia included a mea culpa for Magna Carter, Holy Grail, I’m willing to accept that it takes a lot for a man of his stature to hold lay bare his soul and hold himself accountable so publicly.”
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Artwork by Jenn Solo