Friday, October 22, 2010

Monday, August 16, 2010

Hey, it's all good. But...

Thank you, Dr. Laura! This chick, laura schlessinger, has sparked a new racial debate concerning the N Word, and ultimately, racism in a Post-President Obama Era. An African-American woman called into her show seeking advice about her White husband's racially insensitive family. Somehow, laura thought that meant it was the opportunity to talk about how black comics use the N word on HBO. And then the best part was, laura told the caller before hanging up on her "If you're that hypersensitive about color and don't have a sense of humor, don't marry outside of your race,". I guess, somehow, black comics and HBO have officially become the representatives of all black people in the world. Not sure I see the connection, but doesn't matter. What I have to say to little miss laura is "it's all good". As a child of God and an American woman, you have every right to say whatever the hell you want to say. Good on you. Don't apologize for it. I actually wouldn't have minded if you had used it 100 more times. Get it off your chest. NOW...with that being said, let me say this. I feel that just like you feel like you have the right to do/say whatever you want to say. We have the right to find you while you're walking to your car, and bash your face in. Consequences and Repercussions. Cause and Effect. You call me a Nigga, I punch you in the mouth. You call me a Nigga twice, I hit you in the temple with a brick. Simple math to me. Black folks, we have begun to rely on other people to fight our battles for us. News reports and Al Sharptons and everybody else doing it in the limelight. But we, as black people, should take matters into our own hands.

You can fool whoever you want to with this whole "there's a black president in office so clearly racism doesn't exist" shit all you want. But you ain't fooling me. Racism is charged and worse than I've ever seen it in my lifetime. And I've been called quite my share of Niggas growing up in St. Louis, MO. But my friends and I didn't call our moms. Or Jesse Jackson. Nope. We walked around with a pocket full of rocks and if you decided to drive by and get a nice loud "nigga" off of your chest, your back window was coming out. After awhile, they'd get tired of replacing a rear windshield and putting little baby Jon Doe's head in danger while he's sitting in his child's seat in the back. Cause and Effect.

These tea baggers are out there with their guns and poster boards spreading fear and talking about how they have the right to bare arms. 1st of all, you'd NEVER see a large group of ANYBODY with guns protesting outside of the white house with ANY OTHER PRESIDENT. Talking about how it's their right to bare arms. It just wouldn't happen. But whatever, all good. Let's move past that. Keep your guns and do your thing. But I say, people of color, we join the tea baggers. Go out there with weapons, locked and loaded with signs that say "We Got Gunz 2". Write it that way to make sure they can read it. They rally? We rally. They protest. We march right beside 'em, ready to protect our rights (and our President) by whatever means necessary. You tea baggers act crazy. But let me introduce you to my Uncles Turtle, Dale and Donnie standing amongst you with some automatic weapons aimed at your head. You ain't seen that type of crazy yet. At the very least, it'll make you want to rethink all of that nonsense fox news has been shoving down your throat. They forgot to tell you that "We Got Gunz 2". Consequences and Repercussions.

See, I'm good on all of these fake apologies. You don't have to apologize to me. Because you're not sorry. It's actually more disrespectful and I'd rather you just stick by what you said. Be a woman/man about it. I'd rather see laura with her two front teeth knocked out and a swollen eye and taking the elevator to work because she's in a wheelchair. I could guarantee you she wouldn't say the N word ever again. Matter of fact, she might just delete the letter N from her vocabulary all together.

So here's my theory on the N word. People have been debating and trying to explain why it should or shouldn't be said. I'll make it simple. You say it, you deal with the consequences. And I'm not talking about your job. I'm talking about your livelihood. No more talking. They don't listen to reasonable thinkers and speakers. Sometimes you have to deal with a child like a child. Get on their level. With force and rallies and protests. Make noise. Slap somebody. Break something. Stop trying to reason with unreasonable people. Stand your ground and grow a backbone and the next person that says the N word around you and you don't like it, fuck it. Hit 'em with a bat. My father told me at a young age that a nigger didn't have anything to do with the color of your skin. A nigger simply meant that someone was ignorant. So laura, let me be the first person to call you a nigger. And definitely with the 'er'. Not the 'a'. Because you've earned it.

"A wise man never argues with a fool. Onlookers may not be able to tell the difference." -Mark Twain

"Now you wanna walk around talking about guns, like I ain't got none, what you think I sold 'em all?" -Dr. Dre

Friday, April 30, 2010


My first real trip to the rodeo didn't go quite like I planned. I remember getting suited up and mounting that bronco and felt on top of the world. Then the next thing I know, the gate opened and everything changed. I got bucked to the ground so hard that every bone in my body shook. The audience laughed at me. The announcers scathed me. My other friends, who had driven miles and miles to see me, could only give me the obligatory smile and nod and then talked about me behind my back. "I knew he wouldn't be able to do it". "Too ambitious" they would muster under their breath as they walked away. And there I was, hours after the rodeo, still sitting in the same patch of dirt wondering what the hell happened. It all happened so quickly, that sitting there banged and bruised physically and mentally, was the last place I had imagined myself. I wasn't prepared for THAT. I had planned on setting a record time on that bronco. Something that had never been done before.

I haven't posted since September 2009. Because since then, I had been sitting on that patch of dirt. Now let's bring it to reality for a moment. If you know me and have been keeping up with me, you know that I am a slasher. Actor/writer/musician/director/producer/overallentertainerandartist. And sometimes that can be a tricky thing. What I'm about to say, I mean with every inch of my body: There is absolutely nothing in this world that I cannot do. Nothing. And from that strong belief in myself is born an undying ambitiousness that allows me to see no barriers or restrictions. I can or I can. Even after setbacks (some call them failures) Now, I actually want you to go back and read my previous post and then come back and read this one. It'll give you a clearer picture of where I am no and where I was.

Back? Ok see...that guy who posted that blog, he had just got on the bronco. The gate hadn't been opened yet. Flash forward to today. The film fell through disasteriously. One of my closest friends in life left me holding the bag on an almost 4M dollar film and ultimately the financial responsibility. I lost pretty much every dollar I had saved. To avoid eviction, I sold all of my stuff and moved in with my cousin. Used almost all of my favors that I had gathered in this industry and bet it all on this project. But two weeks before shooting, my friend/financier decided not to put the rest of the money in and the walls came crashing down. Hard. And there I was, quickly being thrust from a great high to a devastating low.

People looked at me with that smug "I told you so" face. (Which I later realized was fear. Because even though I fell, they were nervous that I was about to do something so simple but so complex. And that's - what I said I would do) So now, I had/have 2 choices. Either pack it up and never ride a rodeo again. Or get up and get back on that bucking bronco. And I'm up. Stronger and better than ever. And I still stand by everything that I said.

So for YOU...don't let small setbacks set YOU back. You keep going. Learn from it. Grow from it. And ultimately, you will end up in a better place than when you started. (You see, while I was in that dirt, I wrote another script. 'Cause I had some things on my chest....and now, it's one of my best pieces to date. Would that have happened had I not been bucked down? I don't know...)

But anyway- I'm back. And I'm not going anywhere. I'm like a small crack in your windshield. At first, it seems non significant. Not a big deal. But eventually, that crack is going to spread if you keep putting pressure on it. And eventually, it's either time to replace the window completely, or it's going to break completely. I'm the crack. The industry is the windshield. Let me in or I'mma bring this whole muthaf***a down!

J Lee

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Just a guy trying to put his stamp on the world. Everything else you need to know about me, will probably be in this blog.