You may ask why I chose to poach an image of a young black
man? And not just any young black man, but Tupac Shakur, one of the most iconic
Americans of the 20th century. This assignment took me what seemed
like eons to discover what I most identified with. Perhaps it’s just been one
of those weeks where I listen to a lot of 90’s rap and its on my brain. I grew up in Miami, Florida but
currently reside in Provo, Utah. Provo is somewhat
culturally ignorant, at least from my viewpoint. This is certainly my own bias that affects my perspective
but the more I analyze what goes on around me, the more I am lead to believe this
a product of the societal conditioning that occurs in the "bubble."
You see in Miami you cannot afford to be culturally ignorant. A multiplicity of cultures surrounds you and shapes you as a human being from an early age. Latino, European, and various American cultures and traditions seem to blend to create a diverse balance. And on top of that, if you are ignorant to culture you will certainly feel the proverbial slap coming your way. Anyone from South Florida will testify to this circumstance. I love rap music and especially Tupac, but I feel like if I, a white male, were to state that at BYU it would certainly mean some raised eyes in my direction. I cannot express how many times I’ve heard the ignorant question: Why do you listen to rap music? You’re not black.” Or even worse off: “Why do you sometimes act black?” I don’t even know what the hell that means to be completely honest. I think it’s coming from a place where that person feels they are defending the culture, while they are actually making an inherently culturally ignorant as well as pretentious statement. It’s similar to when we state that an athlete has just performed a great feat because he is the first “African-American” to do so. Why can’t we just celebrate him? You may say: “Oh but we’re celebrating the triumph of this African-American,” to which many of my childhood friends would reply: “I am not an African-American. I am an American who happens to have initial African roots.” Rap is just a simple example to the product of a societal conditioning which I perceive, but it means something specific to me because I have actually experienced this judgement too many times over the course of my college career.
“Social conditioning is defined on the web as the sociological process of training individuals in a society to respond in a manner generally approved by the society in general and peer groups within society. The concept is stronger than that of socialization, which is the process of inheriting norms, customs and ideologies.” So in this case I have most definitely been conditioned by the society in Miami. In my opinion Miami has more pros than cons but it is my home and I cannot overstate my bias.
I felt that combining the images of a contemplative Tupac, the words societal conditioning, and an image from the March on Washington during the Civil Rights Movement, I hoped to push forward the point that it is imperative for us to move past the figurative chains that bind us in order to pay tribute to the monumental moments and figures of American society. There are essentially two trains of thought when it comes to race relations and the mixing of cultures in America. We can either acknowledge what has happened in past American history and choose to see race and culture as a poignant reminder of how to avoid this or we can choose to wipe it aside completely and not see race at all. Honestly, I believe we need a little of both in order to progress as a society. Rap should not be defined as African-American music; in that it limits the medium. Nevertheless, it is crucial that the cultural roots of the music are not swept aside. Instead, let us embrace all cultures that make up the greater American culture. We should point out that we are all Americans. Whether you are black, brown, yellow, whatever skin color you are labeled as, you are an American, and your uniqueness, your culture, and especially your authenticity contributes to the beauty and greatness of this country. Instead of labeling certain aspects of culture present in artistic mediums as distasteful or ‘bad’, we should aim to thoroughly examine and look to appreciate these mediums. Pretentious is not a word with which one should hope to become associated with.
I love rap music because I relate to it. It paints the
reality which I knew as a child growing up in Miami in an impoverished area and
home. It paints my reality of a father who left my mother and I, for another
woman instead of taking the accountability that is associated with fatherhood,
which is a common theme in Tupac’s Dear
Mama and many other musical mediums. Much of Tupac and his artistic medium
is derived from his own reality. Jenkins, in How Texts Become Real, explains how different media creates
different meaning based on the connection that someone develops to that specific media and meaning. As a
child, I developed this unique connection with Rap music and with Tupac’s poetry because it represented a significant portion of my reality. I hope that I
can grow past my social conditioning and appreciate everyone for their own
individuality and unique culture. I hope that I can succeed in not casting that
very same judgement on others for who they are, that I have felt time after
time cast upon me. Instead, I plan to cherish and embrace the cultures around
me while striving to rise above the effects of societal conditioning present in
my life, mainstream media, and the areas I choose to inhabit.