When I lived in Colorado, almost everybody was white. Just about everybody's mind was full of African music in one form or another. Putting millions of white people together in the same place doesn't accomplish anything if they think they are black, or want to be black. The first step is to establish a no-rap zone in our own minds. I'm not the only one who cares about this.
Somebody has to make a stand .
It has to start somewhere. It has to spread, room by room, floor by floor, dorm by dorm, school by school. And of course it also has to happen off campus, house by house, street by street, town by town, until the whole world is a no-rap zone. If you have just one friend who will make a stand with you, that's a start. In the March 2001 issue of Playboy, there is an article about the ongoing race war in Texas prisons.