~ hehe IF this IS true ???
Every
now and then, something so odd, so stunning, comes into my email inbox
that I have to pass it along, even though it lacks that kind of direct
corroboration that one wants when a stunning claim is made. That's the
case with this article, or rather, letter, that was spotted by Ms. D.W.
and shared with me. It concerns rap music. Most regular readers here
know that I'm not a fab. I find its unrelenting iambic pentameter, its
oftentimes gutter "lyrics", the baseness and coarseness of the "values"
it promotes up to and including violent assault and murder, the constant
thumping of a drum beat, to be mind-numbing and irritating. I can't
listen to more than a few seconds of it.
The mind-numbing aspect of it I have always thought to be deliberate.
And if this letter is to be believed, then that thought was confirmed:
It's almost too much to believe, but the author or authoress of the letter leaves no doubt what (allegedly) happened:
Quickly after the meeting
began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like
everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man
who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details
about his personal background. I think he was the owner of the residence
but it was never confirmed. He briefly praised all of us for the
success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being
selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”. At this point
I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this
gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us
that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very
profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our
active involvement. He explained that the companies we work for had
invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that
our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact
the profitability of these investments. I remember many of us in the
group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I
didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn't the only one. Sure
enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had
to do with us. We were told that these prisons were built by privately
owned companies who received funding from the government based on the
number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would
pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these
prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be
able to buy shares. Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple
of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry
colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and
answered our questions. He told us that since our employers had become
silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest
to make sure that these prisons remained filled. Our job would be to
help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal
behavior, rap being the music of choice. He assured us that this would
be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an
increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d
also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons. Immediately,
silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember
looking around to make sure I wasn't dreaming and saw half of the people
with dropped jaws. My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is
this a f****** joke?” At this point things became chaotic. Two of the
men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted
out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself
included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all
backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were
escorted outside. My industry colleague who had opened the meeting
earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed
agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this
publicly or even with those who attended the meeting. I asked him why he
was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was
bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge
without risking consequences. We all protested and as he walked back
into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s
out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed
the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched
until we drove off.
...
As the months passed, rap music had
definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could
tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun
were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the
airwaves. Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect
that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented. It
was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The
music was climbing the charts and most companies when more than happy to
capitalize on it. Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap
acts on an assembly line. Everyone bought into it, consumers included.
Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music. I spoke
to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new
trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand.
Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their
prejudice of minorities.
The implications of the allegations are
clear: There was a clear social engineering program to (1) infiltrate a
popular trend, to co-opt it, and to redirect its focus into advocacy of
criminal behavior in order (2) to fill up private prisons and turn
profits for the shareholders, and, (3) as a "side benefit", to exploit
the criminalizing trend to create a stereotype of minorities and
economic classes and further culturally divide the country. The private
prisons soon filled, mostly with young kids, at first predominantly
African-American, then reaching out to grab other young people who were
exposed to the "music", whites, Hispanics, and so on. We all know how
peer pressure works, especially in high school, where to be "cool" and
"accepted" means you listen to the latest "cool" music group. The social
engineers could count on this to spread the contagion.
To the letter-writer's list of the aims
and effects of this "program" one might add a fourth possible long-term
goal: to so barbarize music that those who exposed themselves constantly
to it were "dumbed down" and cut off from other more genuine musical
forms with a history and tradition: jazz, rock, country, and (here it comes) "classical."
The question is, does one believe the letter?
I do, and here's why: in my last book Microcosm and Medium
I pointed out how the "deep state" made a deliberate post-war effort to
penetrate and manipulate the world of the arts and music, and to drive
them deliberately into modernist forms; "traditionalists need not
apply." It happened everywhere, and the goal was to promote a kind of
antinomian freedom from all previous tradition, rules, canon, custom,
and mores in order to demonstrate that the West - as opposed to the
Soviet bloc - was genuinely free. In other words, decadence and
antinomianism were drafted; the west was "free" because it could flout
all traditional artistic boundaries. In the process of researching that
book, I ran across David McGowan's Weird Scenes Inside the Canyon,
a book that exposes the stunning manipulation of the rock groups
associated with Laurel Canyon in the 1960s and 1970s. Every one had
clear ties to the "military-industrial complex", and no group's art went
anywhere near politics or cultural critique. It looked to me then - as I
wrote my own book - and looks to me now, as if this was the "popular
prong" of the same effort to manipulate art and music and to socially
engineer the culture by means of it. By any measure, those early efforts
were successful.
This letter, taken in that context, is
showing the same pattern; it is contextually-historically corroborated,
if nothing else. And it also says something else: those early "social
engineering experiments" at the deliberate manipulation and promotion of
certain types of art were so successful, that they were able to fine
tune it for specific goals.
So, yes, I believe this meeting took
place, and that the deliberate effort was made. Art, and music, are
potent forms of mind manipulation and social engineering, and this
letter is a reminder that art can both reflect, and create, a state of
the soul. With enough exposure to ugliness, the soul becomes ugly. Ms.
S.T. commented on my book Microcosm and Medium that "emptiness is the host to entrainment."
That is as aptly and succinctly put as can be, and I couldn't agree more.
This anonymous letter landed in my inbox about a minute ago:
Hello,
After
more than 20 years, I've finally decided to tell the world what I
witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point
in popular music, and ultimately American society. I have struggled for a
long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I
was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day. So
I've simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may
risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged
into something they weren't ready for.
Between the late 80's and
early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the
more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in
the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The
industry was different back then. Since technology and media weren’t
accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control
over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted.
This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed
door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss
rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to
participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business
practice I’ve ever seen.
The meeting was held at a private
residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30
people being there, most of them familiar faces. Speaking to those I
knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care
for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a
private gathering to discuss its future. Among the attendees was a small
group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt
to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal
appearances, they didn't seem to be in our industry. Our casual chatter
was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement
preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during
the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed
many of us. The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the
matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would
result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was
about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn't find anyone who had
answers for us. A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one
stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A
man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements
from us.
Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry
colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for
attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself
by first name and gave no further details about his personal background.
I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed.
He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our
industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small
group of “decision makers”. At this point I begin to feel slightly
uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly
changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies
we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could
become even more rewarding with our active involvement. He explained
that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building
of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the
music industry would actually impact the profitability of these
investments. I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at
each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private
prison was but I wasn't the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what
these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us. We were told
that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received
funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more
inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was
also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as
they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares. Most of us were
taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to
do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened
the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions. He told us
that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison
business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons
remained filled. Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing
music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice.
He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap
music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies,
and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these
prisons. Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a
pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn't dreaming and
saw half of the people with dropped jaws. My daze was interrupted when
someone shouted, “Is this a f****** joke?” At this point things became
chaotic. Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed
the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A
few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a
gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all
four of us were escorted outside. My industry colleague who had opened
the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had
signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about
this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting. I asked him
why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it
was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge
without risking consequences. We all protested and as he walked back
into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s
out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed
the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched
until we drove off.
A million things were going through my mind
as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side
street in order to collect my thoughts. I replayed everything in my
mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me. I was angry with
myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had
been presented to us. I'd like to believe the shock of it all is what
suspended my better nature. After what seemed like an eternity, I was
able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn't talk or call anyone
that night. The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it
but blamed it on being under the weather. No one else in my department
had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not
being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the
3 others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn't remember their
names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted
attention. I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my
job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I
wasn't willing to risk anything happening to my family. I thought about
those men with guns and wondered who they were? I had been told that
this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my
imagination run free. There were no answers and no one to talk to. I
tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t
uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the
information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business
really was. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Eventually, it
was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I
became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless
professionally obligated to do so. On two occasions, I found myself
attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our
eyes met but nothing more was exchanged.
As the months passed,
rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but
even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or
harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started
dominating the airwaves. Only a few months had passed since the meeting
but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully
implemented. It was as if the order has been given to all major label
executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies when
more than happy to capitalize on it. Each one was churning out their
very own gangster rap acts on an assembly line. Everyone bought into it,
consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in
most rap music. I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get
their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all
about supply and demand. Sadly many of them even expressed that the
music reinforced their prejudice of minorities.
I officially quit
the music business in 1993 but my heart had already left months before.
I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this
thing I had once loved. I took some time off, returned to Europe for a
few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the
world of entertainment. As the years passed, I managed to keep my
secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little
ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle. But as rap got
worse, my guilt grew. Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet
as a resource which wasn't at my disposal in the early days made it
easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial
complex. Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons
operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how
the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial
stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into
adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to
incarceration. Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the
least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music
realize how they’ve been used for the past 2 decades. Although I plan on
remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this
information out to as many people as possible. Please help me spread the
word. Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be
inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only
one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my
guilt a little more tolerable.
Thank you.
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