I remember when I was a teenager, dad hated my music. I swore I'd never be that way.
Sorry, Dad. I understand now.
When I was a teenager, I also swore I'd try my best to be less racist than dad's generation.
Imagine my shock, 50 years later, when the music that used a certain racial, slur, and celebrates all the negative stereotypes about black people…is the favored music of black people
Sorry, Dad. I understand now.
When I was a teenager, I also swore I'd try my best to be less racist than dad's generation.
Imagine my shock, 50 years later, when the music that used a certain racial, slur, and celebrates all the negative stereotypes about black people…is the favored music of black people