What Did Ron Stallworth Actually Do?

Disclaimer: There are a ton of BlacKkKlansman spoilers in this bitch, son. Please, act accordingly.

So, on Friday, I saw BlacKkKlansman with my wife. Now, as a piece of art, I feel like the film is a return to form for Spike Lee. I mean, I’m a diehard Lee fan, but over recent years, his movies have been hit-or-miss, man. In any case, I feel like he nails it out of the park with this one, fam. With all of that being said, despite thoroughly enjoying the movie, I left the theater with one question in mind, bruh: what did Ron Stallworth actually accomplish?

Ok, for those who have seen the film or don’t mind spoilers, here’s how the story goes: Stallworth joins the Colorado Springs Police Department. Despite being new, he pitches his captain to become an undercover officer. From there, his first assignment is to infiltrate a Black Power rally featuring Stokely Carmichael, later known as Kwame Ture, as the keynote speaker. Next, he cold-calls a local Colorado Ku Klux Klan chapter and pretends to be a White man looking for entry into the group. After an elaborate ruse which includes using his White partner as a stand-in for Stallworth, he’s able to gain the trust of David Duke, the Grand Wizard of the KKK. Finally, Stallworth and his team thwart a bombing attempt by the Klan on the head of Colorado College‘s Black student union, who also happens to be Stallworth’s love interest.

Now, based on the story I just outlined, it would seem like Stallworth accomplishes a lot in this story. However, here’s my problem with all of this, son: the Klan isn’t really damaged in any significant way. Ok, yes, the police are able to stop a bombing, but “The Organization” is never really dismantled, man. Hell, as of today, I can still see Duke on my TV screen, talking a bunch of bullshit about Black people and Jews. So, did Stallworth’s work really achieve anything? Look, his department is most likely to blame, since they end the investigation early. But, the KKK is able to continue business as usual, fam.

Listen, I don’t know enough about Boots Riley‘s criticism of Stallworth to have an opinion. Shit, maybe Stallworth was nothing more than an agent of COINTELPRO. I mean, his undercover work on Ture does give some credence to that theory. But, in regards to the storyline of this movie, I feel like Stallworth and his team risk their lives for minimal return. Then again, like I said before, maybe their work is cut short before they can really make a difference. All in all, we’ll never really know, bruh.

In the end, BlacKkKlansman is still a dope ass movie, son. Ultimately, I suggest that everyone out there gives it a shot. By and by, I’m happy to see the rebirth of Spike Lee, man. Listen, I know he gets shit from people sometimes, but I still feel like he’s an important voice, fam. At the end of the day, we always need people who care, bruh. That is all. LC out.

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Who Calls The Cops Over A Foul?!

Nah, seriously, White people need to stop calling the fucking cops on Black folks, son. I mean, this tomfoolery is completely out of control, man! Like, law enforcement has WAY more important shit to deal with, fam. I swear, the authorities are becoming involved in dumber and dumber situations, bruh. All I know is, this basketball incident takes the fucking cake, brethren. Hell, never in a million years did I think I’d see the cops called over a foul, people. Yes, a fucking foul, folks! On the real, I’ve officially seen it all.

Ok, for those who missed it, the most ridiculous thing occurred yesterday. Now, at an LA Fitness in Sterling, Virginia, a group of dudes were playing basketball. So, one particular game got physical. In any case, a Black dude set a pick on this White guy and the White guy fell to the floor. When he got up, he proclaimed that he was going to call the police. Moving on, no one took him seriously and continued their game. That was until the cops actually showed up, son. Apparently, the authorities were told that there was a fight going on in the gym.

Look, I’ve seen and heard a lot of things in my life, man. However, this is hands down one of the most preposterous events I’ve ever come across, fam! My Lord, why the fuck do White folks call the police for EVERYTHING?! Bruh, what part of the game involves police? Seriously, on what planet does Officer So-and-So have to get in the middle of a pickup game? Real talk, some of these White people must REALLY want us all to get shot, son. Keeping it a buck, I can’t even think of any other reason why they ALWAYS feel the need to call The Boys in Blue on us.

In the end, White people need to chill with the fuckery, man. Ok, yes, I know it’s not all White folks, fam. Side note, it’s a damn shame that I have to make that distinction, bruh. In any case, these “bad apples” are always looking to criminalize us. Ultimately, setting a hard pick doesn’t make a Black man a criminal, people. By and by, the nonsense needs to stop, brethren. Like, it really needs to fucking stop. Knock it off, White people! LC out.

My Sunday Night With The Police

So, originally, I was going to talk about Jay-Z‘s new album today. However; I just need to get this story off of my chest, man. Now, don’t worry, good people. I’ll be back on Wednesday to speak about the virtues of 4:44. In any case, for today, I’d like to talk about my recent run-in with the New York Police Department. Needless to say, the entire situation was uncalled for and unnecessary. All in all, I truly don’t understand why cops find so much joy in being complete assholes.

Now, the situation began while I was driving home. I happened to be a few blocks away from my apartment on Morris Avenue in the Bronx. Side note, for anyone who’s unfamiliar with this part of the world, although Morris is a two-way street, it only has one lane on each side. Anyway, I was driving behind this black car and the vehicle just stopped in the middle of the street. I honked my horn thinking the driver was either distracted or lost. The car didn’t move. After about five or ten seconds, the car slowly pulled off and then proceeded to run a red light.

When the light turned green again, I started moving, but ended up right back behind the same car. It stopped in the middle of the street again and I honked my horn a second time. From there, the car pulled off the road to the right. I assumed that the driver was lost and needed to get his/her baring. I decided to drive around the now parked car. As I passed the car, that’s when I realized it was the police. Honestly, I had no idea because the car didn’t look like the typical Dodge or Chevrolet that they usually use.

Moving on, once I drove pass them, that’s when they turned their sirens on and forced me to pull over. Next, four officers jumped out of the car with their hands on their guns. Two of them stood on the driver’s side of my car and the other two stood on the passenger side. The officer driving the car started to yell at me for “tailgating” him. I asked him how could I be tailgating if I drove around him when he wasn’t moving. Also, I reminded him that he stopped in the middle of the street on two separate occasions.

After this part of our exchange, the same cop asked me for my license and registration. As I motioned for my wallet, all four cops put their hands back on their guns. I assured them that I was just trying to get my license. Once I gave them what they asked for, they told me to get out of the car. While this happened, a teenage boy stopped on the sidewalk to see what was going on. The two officers on the passenger side approached him with their hands still on their guns. They asked him if he knew me and he said “no.” Next, they told him to “get the fuck out of [their] face.”

From there, the main cop asked me if my license was real and if I’ve been arrested before. I responded with a “yes” and a “no,” respectively. For whatever reason, he said he should still book me for “being a tough guy.” Instead, he said I was “lucky” because they were going to let me go. After I got back in my car, he threw my ID at me and told me to “watch [my] mouth next time.” In the end, since I was close my apartment, my entire block watched me get harassed by these dudes.

In the end, I truly don’t understand why cops feel the need to behave this way. Keep in mind, two of the officers were Hispanic and the other two were Black. Meaning, I can’t even really blame race for this shit. Ultimately, the police department is an intrinsic system that’s designed to operate based on bias. In this moment, I wasn’t a husband, father or college graduate with a corporate job. I was just a “tough guy” that they thought they could get one over on. All in all, these are the reasons why people don’t respect cops. Shit, I may be alive to tell this tale, but not everyone is so fortunate, man. By and by, fuck the police, son! LC out.