They don’t call Hollywood the dream factory for nothing and according to some good columns in National Review on the new movie “Straight Outta Compton,” the mystical land of fantasy is outdoing itself selling the myth of N.W.A.
Armond White does the best job of discussing how N.W.A. was nothing more than straight up exploitation. They were all about making money off of urban blight, deterioration of the family and the hopelessness of being stuck in the man-caused disaster of the inner city. It raised social awareness, to the extent of urban dwellers wanting to emulate the rappers who made millions by venerating those who bring misery to others (like the inner city youth that looked up to drug dealers and pimps).
Michelle Malkin discusses the consequences of celebrating racism in the Black community to those that were the target.
Kevin Williamson’s column tries to put N.W.A. into a larger historic context. The whole thing was a wildly successful money making venture that played off of hip hop chic in its time only to become an after thought to music history today.
For those who don’t know who N.W.A. was, that’s not the point of this post. This is a commentary on the use of pop culture to profit on the misery of others. The successful one merely walking away having done nothing to fight the destructive culture they’ve revered and continues to only make matters worse for those left behind in the hood.
The film is just another venue of exploitation. It’s not going to changing anything for the better (except for the shareholders of Universal/Comcast Inc.).