A Letter to Azealia Banks: Please Leave America, and Never Return

A Letter to Azealia Banks: Please Leave America, and Never Return

Wow, Azealia Banks sure is something else. In a recent interview with Playboy, she apparently took off her clothes and talked about how much she hates white people. Uh, OK? Those same white people that buy your hideous ‘music’. Oh, but wait, it does get better. TheBlaze reports:

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From the interview:

“I hate everything about this country. Like, I hate fat white Americans… All the people who are crunched into the middle of America, the real fat and meat of America, are these racist conservative white people who live on their farms… Those little teenage girls who work at Kmart and have a racist grandma — that’s really America.”

You then fantasized about eventually leaving this country:

“As long as I have my money, I’m getting the f*** out of here and I’m gonna leave y’all to your own devices.”

Finally you spoke a bit about the reparations you deserve, and said it’s unnatural for you to be American or Christian:

“Black people need reparations for building this country, and we deserve way more f***ing credit and respect… When you rip a people from their land, from their customs, from their culture — there’s still a piece of me that knows I’m not supposed to be speaking English, I’m not supposed to be worshiping Jesus Christ…All this s**t is unnatural to me.”

Now, perhaps if I viewed all of these comments in context, they’d suddenly morph from vapid, delusional, spiteful, bigoted, and incoherent, to something quite profound, or at least halfway literate. Perhaps. But I tend to doubt it. I think “I hate fat white Americans,” kind of stands on its own.

I must also admit I had no idea you existed until I read about your racist remarks. And if many different media sources had their way, I still wouldn’t know about those remarks. Indeed, judging by my Facebook newsfeed, the headline from your interview is not that you expressed open resentment for an entire race of people, but that you apparently dissed Iggy Azalea.

According to other sources, the real news is not that you rhetorically urinated on all of middle America, but that you insulted Kanye West:

It goes without saying of course that if your skin complexion were a few shades lighter, and your venom aimed at skin complexions a few shades darker, your comments would be headline news, there would be boycotts all over the country, and you’d be forced to apologize amid a sea of death threats.

Can you imagine the uproar if Justin Bieber — who is horrendous in his own right, but practically Mozart compared to you — casually opined that he hates black Americans, and then proceeded to insult “little black teenage girls who work at Kmart”? Good Lord, they would be burning him in effigy as we speak. The president would have called a press conference to denounce him. The Department of Justice would have launched an investigation. A hundred pundits would be crawling over each other to get in front of a camera and lecture America about the need to confront our endemic racism.

You complain about racism, Ms. Banks, yet the fact remains that you can hurl invective at white people as much as you like and you’ll only be congratulated for it, yet if racist language is wielded by some obscure old white D-lister like Michael Richards, or some TV cook like Paula Deen, or some radio host like Don Imus, or random frat boys like these dudes from Oklahoma, the entire nation goes into code red crisis mode.

Look, most of your music is crap. Really, it is. I assume that you will fade into the background at some point and become irrelevant. Who listens to Flava Flav anymore? McHammer? Yea. You are a flavor of the week, girl. Your music is nothing more than random spewing, much like your hatred of white folks. Racism cuts both ways, so if you take issue with that, I suggest holding your tongue. I take offense to the way you speak – and so do most white Americans.

If you have an issue with America, sweetie, I suggest you do in fact leave. Maybe try an impoverished village deep in the Middle East or Africa, where you will be sure to never see a white face. Maybe they will appreciate your ‘music’.

Oh, and you won’t have to pose for magazines owned by this guy anymore:

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Hypocrisy much?

Good luck with that new life – and good riddance.

Written by Katie McGuire. Follow Katie on Twitter @GOPKatie

McGuire

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