"I confess, I am a culturally alienated, old, disconnected 1960s and ‘70s
radical trying to live and struggle for revolutionary change in a world
that might have passed me by, because I cannot for the life of me
understand how Beyonce’s commodified caricature of black opposition was
in any way progressive. Instead what I saw was the cultural power of
neoliberal capitalism to co-opt opposition, monetize it and provide some
mindless entertainment all at the same time. I didn’t see opposition; I
saw the imagery and symbols of authentic black radicalism grotesquely
transformed into a de-politicized spectacle by gyrating, light-skinned
booty-short-clad sisters."
--Ajamu Baraka
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