As the Hip Hop Film Festival storms into Durham this weekend, I'll tell you what the problem is: It's those hooligan thugs and their filthy rap music.
Hip hop has been getting a bad rap ever since the media started focusing on "rapitalism." No longer do you see videos like "The Message" by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five or NWA's "Express Yourself," where artists provide commentary on the struggles of their neighborhoods and show a genuine concern for social change.
Nowadays, MTV tells us hip hop is defined by materialism. With lyrics like "Pinky ring worth about 50 bling bling/every time I buy a new ride bling bling," rapper BG, one of the Cash Money Millionaires, states the anthem of today's rap climate. When it all began, Grandmaster Flash was representing the streets with flows like this: "Got a bum education, double-digit inflation/Can't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the station."
And so, it is no big surprise that Durham has a large audience for hip hop.
Recognizing the importance of the art form to the community, the Durham Association for Downtown Arts--with the help of the Mary Lou Williams Center for Black Culture at Duke and North Carolina Central University--has brought in the highly acclaimed Hip Hop Film Festival. Completely devoid of the aforementioned "rapitalism," the festival boasts 10 of the hottest independent hip hop films, along with performances featuring both national and local artists. The synthesis of the national and local arts scene and cooperation within Durham (no easy feat) demonstrate the positive impacts of hip hop on the community.
The HHFF is a darling example of what happens when the community works together to solve problems, and that, you hooligan thugs, is what takes hip hop back to its roots.
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