"If you haven't snatched up a few rifles and aimed them at the war criminals in Darfur; if you haven't yanked out your billfolds and purses and tossed something into Sudan; if you haven't attempted to explain to the ignorant masses how genocide affects us all; if you haven't found a way to volunteer your time to help the thousands of missing black children displaced by hurricane Katrina; if you haven't done anything of substance to help uplift black folks you don't know (and, by the way, donating money to your church so your pastor can own three Mercedes and live in a half million dollar home doesn't count as a contribution to the struggle); if you haven't given my generation of hoodlums anything other than lip service; then please, pretty please, shut the hell up when your mouth dares to limp open and criticize the youth or black males or black role models or sagging pants or scantily dressed women or gangster music or spinning rims or anything else that seems to irritate you about the hip-hop generation. Please, just shut up. Our people are being exterminated right in front of our eyes and you are down here frowning, with your nose in the air, over a pair of jeans that happens to hang too low? Most of you struggled-out has-beens are just too lost for words."
--Marlon leTerrance (Nightshade)
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