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I stand with Arruh (in a poncho)

Internets, I don't approve of peeing on middle school-age girls, but there's no evidence to suggest t
I stand with Arruh (in a poncho)
By Byron Crawford • Issue #54 • View online
Internets,
I don’t approve of peeing on middle school-age girls, but there’s no evidence to suggest that Arruh has done that since as far back as when MTV was playing Backstreet Boys videos on the reg, i.e. decades ago.
When Buzzfeed launched an investigation into his affairs, they couldn’t find a single (recent) example of him making sweet, passionate love to a girl who was under the age of consent in that particular state, nor could they find any instances of him transporting underage girls across state lines for the sake of … if you will, jailbait arbitrage.
Some of the girls’ parents alleged that their daughters weren’t allowed to leave mansions Arruh was renting for them in Georgia and Illinois, but the girls themselves told 5-0 that they didn’t want to leave. Anyway, it didn’t make sense to me that you could send the police to retrieve your grown children. Like, why would they even take that call?
One aspect of Arruh’s alleged sex cult that wasn’t addressed in any of the Buzzfeed articles is that those mansions were filthy on the inside, and it doesn’t make sense why they couldn’t be cleaned, if Arruh wasn’t even there half the time, and he wasn’t having sex the entire time when he was there (a physiological impossibility).
If Arruh is so abusive, why doesn’t he force his alleged victims to run a vacuum every now and again? Ike Turner would never tolerate such filth.
There was also concern that Arruh forces his alleged victims to wear sweatpants, that they’re not allowed to look other men in the eye and that he records all of his sexual encounters for posterity (and maybe for legal purposes), all of which strikes me as kink-shaming—which I thought SJWs were against!
If a pre-op Caitlyn Jenner can pose in lingerie for the cover of Vanity Fair and then win an award for bravery from ESPN, beating out Afghanistan war vets, I’m at a loss for why Arruh shouldn’t be allowed to discourage members of his harem from engaging in “reckless eyeballing” (which arguably should be the policy in any healthy relationship).
The other day, it was announced that the black female members of the Time’s Up movement have joined forces with #MuteRKelly to form a sort of Censorship Advocacy Avengers. In an open letter cross posted to—where else?—The Root, they’re calling for RCA Records, Spotify, Apple Music and Ticketmaster to sever ties with the singer.
#MuteRKelly, heretofore, consisted of three black women of a certain age who would hoist placards outside Arruh concerts and harangue attendees. There was a segment on them on a recent episode of Vice News. In it, they asked people on their way into a venue if they were bothered by the allegations against Arruh, and they were like, “Uh, no.”
I’m not sure how #MuteRKelly went about joining forces with, specifically, the black female members of Time’s Up, but it seems ridiculous to me, in that it implies that the white female members of Time’s Up couldn’t be convinced that Arruh shouldn’t be allowed to pee on middle school-age girls, perhaps because they tend to be less watersports-averse.
The initial response, on social media, to the formation of the Censorship Advocacy Avengers seemed to consist primarily of black women casting aspersions on other groups of people, especially black men and white women, for not being sufficiently concerned with the plight of black women, which I’m sure will prove to be effective in garnering sympathy.
There was also a lot of premature celebration of the end of Arruh’s career, which, they might want to hold off on that. It’s been a few days since they posted their open letter, and they’ve yet to receive a response that I’m aware of, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they don’t get the response they’re looking for.
RCA Records probably isn’t in a rush to drop another Arruh album any time soon, but who gives a shit about a new Arruh album in 2018? The guy’s like 56 years old. All of the money, at this point, is in the catalog, and I’m pretty sure they’re not about to give him back the rights to his entire discography just because a few girls got taken advantage of.
If they did, it would be a huge gift to Arruh, thus defeating the whole purpose of the Censorship Advocacy Avengers’ trolling campaign. Arruh could upload his songs directly to streaming services and make the same royalty rate as the TIs. Imagine how many filthy McMansions he could buy then.
He’d have even more alleged victims than before, not because women are attracted to literally anyone with money, but because he’s an especially crafty manipulator, the fact that he can’t read notwithstanding.
Take it easy on yourself,
Bol

 

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