For the Love of My PeopleI struggled a bit with what to title this post. At first I was going to call it “Why I Love the Boondocks” or maybe “Why You Should Go Out and Buy The Boondocks on DVD Tonight”…but that shit was way too long. I settled on the title you see above. I realized even though I have become a HUGE, yes capital letters required here, fan of the show, what has captured my heart really isn’t about the show. It’s about my people.
You see, The Boondocks series is hilarious and revolutionary. It hits me mentally and emotionally in a place that I’ve never even told anyone existed within me. How did Aaron McGruder know? It gives me the same warm and fuzzies I get when I think of my Mama’s cooking. Sometimes with extreme subtlety, it serves up the horror I feel when disappointed by the behavior and inadequacies my own people seem to not only thrive in, but propagate. I am Huey, my husband is Riley, and that’s okay. Huey is hip-hop, Riley is rap music. People seem to forget that hip-hop will always be rap’s older, more mature brother, and it doesn’t make rap any less loved, although sometimes he needs his ass kicked.
Seemingly, The Boondocks comes down hard on those who are not doing their part, but it does so from a place of love, concern for the struggle, and most certainly admiration. Admiration you say? Anyone not seeing the love doesn’t have the intellectual or emotional capacity to realize…the revolution
is being televised, and on Adult Swim no less. I do hope you go out and find out what all the talk is about. I won’t bore you with quotes and such. I could never do it justice, but if I bring even one person to the light that is The Boondocks, then maybe I’ll get into Black Heaven.
