More importantly, though, experience has taught me to regard hollow gestures like the clapping of hands with a well-warranted cynicism. This revelation served as a great motivation for me to return to my column, although 900ish words feels increasingly stifling as I approach graduation. Inevitably, the act of navigating such a treacherous minefield (or prison) inflicts violent lacerations on the black artist’s psyche. White fans of rap, for example, must be able to say “nigga” when they listen to their favorite songs. Amiri Banks is a senior in the College of Arts and Sciences.

Source: Daily Sun March 13, 2017 03:11 UTC