I have been offered several jobs in TV, both here in Philadelphia and across the nation, both paying nearly $35,000 a year. Was that enough money for me to shave my head and slip into a three-piece suit? Not even! And my family continues its struggle to survive to make ends meet, like most of our people.
There is work to be done, Cody, and as this is my home, there is work to be done right here at home. It is just such nonsense as image that keeps us separated and weak. While we fight each other, while silly-ass politicians fight each other, while Muslims fight Baptists, Buddhists oppose Muslims, Democrats fight Republicans, niggers fight niggers, and babies are being murdered and buried in shallow graves by the score! Is my image my essence, Cody? Is that shit really important as we, Africans everywhere, struggle for survival?
Is it important to the people who listen to WDAS, at 29th and Dauphin, Germantown and Chelten, or 11th and Kater streets, whether I comb my hair or not or whether I wear a neck-chocker or not? Aren’t they concerned about the world around them: news, new information about our lives? And who can do it better, Cody? When I worked at ‘DAS, I also worked at WUHY, which means I worked seven days a week, two days on the weekend for WDAS and five days a week for WUHY