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Books by Marvin X
Love and War: Poems /
In the Crazy House Called America /
Woman: Man's Best Friend /
Beyond Religion Toward Spirituality
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* * * * Negro Psychosexuality in the Post
Crack Society
By Marvin X The idea of the negro in the window actually
happened during the height of the Crack era, during this time
the negro and negress stood on the auction block of the crack
house trading sexual favors for drugs. The most beautiful men
and women stood butt naked before the dope man or woman.
Husbands not only traded their wives but ultimately themselves.
After offering his wife, one of my friends whispered that I
could have him too. I was so shocked I pretended not to hear.
Before long the naked, raw display and behavior of the Crack
auction became the new sexuality, AIDS included. Several of my
friends died of drug/sex related AIDS. The nude display in the
Crack House soon became the new norm in ghetto sexuality.
Whoring reached new limits.
Actually, the Crack Ho put the
prostitute out of business in the hood. How can a nigguh pimp a
two dollar Crack Ho? Those men familiar with the crack ritual no
longer bothered dating square women. The Crack Ho made the
"chase" unnecessary. She was more accessible and
reasonable than the square woman and the prostitute. No
conversation was necessary, just drop the rock on the table and
it was on. She performed all manner of tricks, surpassing any
monkey in the zoo.
And now her sexual manners have infected hip
hop culture. The video ho's reflect the Crack Ho's unabashed
shamelessness and debauchery. Actually, the video ho is a Miller
lite version of the Crack Ho. The video ho's origin is the Crack
House because it was there that the negress performed for
basically nothing, a crumb of crack. The video ho's also perform
for nothing, for a chance to be seen. My daughter closed down
her New York casting company because she became tired and
disgusted sending her sisters out to be video ho's.
It is almost laughable to hear women speak of themselves as
"Sisters of Integrity," in light of all I have seen
and participated in during my sojourn as a Crack Head. But I do
admit there are sisters of integrity still around, but I look at
them with a jaundiced eye because I saw how quickly sisters of
integrity sank to the depths of lechery after that first hit and
I understand the same is now occurring with the drugs Ecstasy
and Speed.
Where do we go from here? Hopefully towards a revolution in
morals and manners. As Sun Ra taught me, life is really about
discipline rather than freedom. If we think we can get away with
any and everything, we will do it. Elders like myself who think
we can get out of our responsibility toward children and youth
will be forced to contradict ourselves and reach out to the
generation without fathers or mothers, to the children who've
had to raise themselves because of the pervasive drug culture
and socioeconomics, including the criminal justice system.
We
must return to the old days of every child is my child, my
responsibility to mentor, guide and direct. We cannot abuse them
sexually or otherwise, if we do, they shall curse us and
continue the pattern of disrespect so apparent in the dope
culture where they call us punk bitch men and women for being
gullible old fools rather than the wise men and women our
children need so badly as they search for light in a dark world.
Happy Father's Day, Brothers!
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Catch
the Last Poets and Marvin X at the July 4 Freedom Concert at
Recovery Theatre, 133 Golden Gate, between Leavenworth and Jones, San
Francisco. Make reservations, seating is limited. Call 510-7989155.
Advance, $15.00, at the door $20.00.
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posted 31 July 2008 |
