Monday, January 4, 2010

Why We Are Still Cooning in the 21st Century

"I don't give a fuck what they think, they got to pay me booooooooooyyyyy! --
Katt Williams quoting Flava Flav after his roast

In Katt Williams' recent stand-up dvd, "It's Pimpin' Pimpin,'' he recalls his frustration over the racist script he was paid handsomely to follow as the host of William Drayton's (aka Flava Flav) roast. Though Williams tries to keep the narrative comedic--with
his signature brand of foulmouthed Richard Pryoresque storytelling--, his anger over the event is so transparent and raw that it overwhelms the comedy.

As far as his narrative goes, Williams explains that he arrived several days early on the Comedy Central set to get a jump on the event and rehearse his script. Upon arriving, however, he was informed by the producers that he was to write his own script and that they would write the scripts of all the other participants. Yet, the day before the event he and all of the black participants were called in for a dress rehearsal. When Williams asked why the white participants were not at the dress rehearsal the producers told him that the others didn't need to attend because they were "professionals."

Oddly enough, nobody was presented with scripts at the rehearsal but rather told that one would be forthcoming the next day. Smelling a rat, Williams implored one of his assistants to try to get their hands on the script. When the assistant returned with the script, Williams was appalled by the transparently racist jokes and references.

The entire script, Williams snarled, read "like a 1946 newspaper," portraying Flava as a "crispity, crackly, crunchity, coon." As for his role, Williams was supposed to refer to Flava Flav--who was to fly into the stadium on a wire, wearing a bright purple zoot suit, a viking helmet, and his customary oversized clock necklace--as a "flying monkey" (his actual lines were, in fact, "Look up in the sky, its a crow, its a bat, its fllllaaavaa flaaav." After Flava lands, Williams then quips, "Sir, that was quite an entrance. Makes you wonder where are the rest of the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz.") Williams joked that he was tempted to walk out on the roast after he got the script but couldn't bring himself to walk away from the lucrative payday. "I had already spent the money in my head," he confessed to raucous laughter.

While one can certainly appreciate the rationale of this reasoning given the extent of continued white denial of black suffering (as institutions of power that orchestrate racial inequities are rarely held accountable for the ways they obstruct black self-determination), completely disavowing individual responsibility creates another kind of danger. In doing so, the individual abdicates the agency--provisional though it may be--at his disposal, indirectly propping up the very systems of power he claims to repudiate. If, say, dealing drugs is the hustle of my choice, a hustle that I justify on the basis of my dismal socioeconomic reality, then I have abdicated my individual responsibility to alter my social reality and accepted a priori that my destructive behavior--which negatively impacts my entire community--is somebody else's fault. While this ruthless individuality might seem revolutionary and liberating to some, its little more than a capitulation to cut-throat capitalism.

The real challenge before us on this score is to try to strike a workable balance between holding the system accountable as well as those that reside within our communities. What Katt Williams twisted rationale for "selling out" illuminates is the extent to which white society continues to reward blacks for accommodating racial stereotypes. However Williams tries to justify the circumstances under which he decided to the do the show, in the final analysis he accepted the payoff for "acting the fool for white folks" and, by extension, the emotional and psychological costs that come with compromising one's integrity repeatedly. No stranger to making such negotiations myself, I can certainly empathize with Williams' predicament. That one's success as an African American in the U.S. often hinges on how well one can navigate such racial land mines is most certainly a travesty. Be that as it may, we have to continue to resist the impulse to accept our subordinate social status as inevitable and institutionalized structural equalities as irreversible. In the short term that means, among other things, that there will be times where we'll need to refuse the capital of racial accommodation.


  1. Thanks for writing this. I appreciate the way that you spoke on the internal struggle without excusing it.

    That line is indeed razor thin. The insidious manner in which modern racism--especially in pop culture--operates is especially destructive because black complicity creates the illusion that it's "ok" due to our continued participation.

  2. Thanks Marcus. and it don't stop . ..

  3. Realistic, brilliant, honest and eloquent. That's Dr. Ikard for you.
    Tim Tyson

  4. tim whazzup playa. Thanks for the luv.

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  6. Applause to the good doctor.

    I can't help but think about Glenda Carpio's investigation of the relationship between comedy and slavery discourse. Two extremities exist for the expression of black folks - anger or comedy. And Katt Williams exemplifies this to the tee. To tease out that connection a little bit further, the pressure to perform the coon role is not only exemplified by Flava Flav - which is unfortunate, because he was the hype man of one the most socially conscious rap groups ever - but also by Williams because he helped reinforce that assumption about blacks (and black men). Aside from the questions your blog addresses, doc, I have another probing thought: what is the relationship between insanity, comedy, and blackness?

    I feel a blog comin' on. Don't judge me, doc! This is just a brainstorm freestyle! ;-)

  7. I'm glad you characterized this type of activity as "selling out" which is not the generally accepted black connotation of "selling out". Personal gain at the expense of one's morals or the general well being of the community is selling out. If people refused to participate, then we would see far less of it. If the black participants in that roast refused to use the racist scripts what would happen? Whether you read it off of a cue card or not calling someone a "flying monkey" is foul. They had a choice. So yes, I'll blame the playa.

  8. I have to reserve my applause for the good doctor until I see in real time just how hatin the playa actually plays out.

    Many of us have been blaming the playas for some time. However we prefer to do it in tandem with a tangible struggle against the dominant institutions while keeping a healthy distance from Blacks folks engaging in Bill Cosbyism-the new coonery.