It was early Thursday morning and Mister Cee, a D.J. on the hip-hop station Hot 97 and a prominent figure in New York hip-hop history, was in tears. The day before, an audio clip was released in which he appeared to solicit a sexual act from a transgender person, the latest in a string of incidents, including arrests, revolving around Mister Cee’s sexual activities. During his Wednesday afternoon show he had announced his resignation, saying he didn’t want to draw negative attention to his employer and colleagues because of his actions.
So there he was on the air the following morning, getting a loving and concerned third degree from Ebro Darden, the program director for Hot 97 (WQHT 97.1 FM), the station where Mister Cee, 47, has worked for two decades. The sober and wrenching conversation lasted about a half-hour, all of it eye-opening.
In its detail and bluntness the talk became not just a discussion about one man’s personal struggles but also an intense and public conversation about hip-hop and sexuality.
An important story about a New York City hip-hop icon (Cee produced the Notorious B.I.G.’s “Ready to Die” and was Big Daddy Kane’s longtime DJ) whose private struggles with homosexuality in a culture rife with homophobia found a supportive ear on Thursday morning. Mister Cee quit his job on Wednesday, but with the public support of his boss, he un-resigned and was back on the air Thursday afternoon.
You’re directing “culture rife with homophobia” towards hip-hop/black culture aren’t you? You stupid fucking amateur DC journalist motherfuckers. How about you take that racist critique, bury it with your body, and never speak of it again?
Here’s the kind of copy you get when (gonna go out on a limb and guess at least most of you are white) twentysomethings decide to write stupid shit regarding things they don’t know shit about fuck in relation to.
Nobody tell these guys that Le1f exists. It’ll blow their fucking mind.
Here’s what gets me about this line of argument—you read this entire piece, which is about a guy who was afraid to speak about his sexuality out of fear it would hurt his career and tried to QUIT HIS JOB over the issue, and instead of taking the lessons of acceptance from this, you get angry over a plain statement of what the main thrust of the story was about.
In fact, here’s how the story put it: "Mister Cee’s acknowledgment that he is grappling with his sexual identity comes amid the gradual easing of hip-hop’s internalized homophobia."
Look, painting something with a broad brush doesn’t fill out the backdrop. There are exceptions in every case. The exceptions don’t imply that progress can’t be made. To get angry about half a sentence is like seeing the forest for the pine cones. It misses the point. LGBTQ rappers deserve a spot at the table but the mere existence of an issue like this shows there’s progress that needs to be made. In fact, the story itself is a significant step in the right direction.
Also, “Thrift Shop” sounds almost exactly like “Wut.”