Today someone loses something that I personally handed to them. Naturally, it’s the lowly interns fault. Game peeps game. In an effort to explain the severity of the situation at the office, my supervisor at one of my internships says to me: “Just think of it as Jay Z signing your baseball card.”
I’m sure he was thinking, “Silly black boy, your feeble little mind has no idea of who Nirvana is and why that backstage pass would be of such value to him— let me help you understand.” My thoughts on his Jay Z analogy: “Foolish white man. You don’t have to hip-hoppify everything for me to understand.”
I’m not entirely sure why Jay Z would sign a baseball card anyway. Can he at least sign a pair of Reeboks? Reasonable Doubt? Some Roc-A-Wear? Maybe a Beyonce album?
Nevertheless, I found it to be a bit insulting. I’m sure some of my friends are reading this and mumbling, “The Angry Black Man Cometh.” But as I like to say, “C’mon nah.” *The southern twang coming on strong* Ya’ll know that ain’t right.
I talked to someone higher up and as I expected, it’s nothing new. He then went on to explain to me how things work i.e. how people are passed over and how they like to place you into a box (y’know, the hip hop guy).
I’ve encountered more comments like the Jay-Z/baseball comparison (and far worse) here than I have in the south. At least down there they’re upfront about their disdain for the coloreds.
The smell of teen spirit may escape this office…but the stench of bullshit reaks all over. Jigga what.