How The Game’s Beef With Meek Mill/Sean Kingston Reveals His Anti-Blackness
We might not like to hear this, but C. Delores Tucker had a point.
She tried to warn us about certain elements of Hip-Hop music. In particular, how destructive and exploitative those elements were to the overall health of the community.
But we didn’t listen. We thought she was old and out-of-touch. We thought she was a hater.
True, she might not have been the best messenger, but in retrospect she did have a point:
What am I talking about?
I’m talking about The Game. More specifically, the beef he is in with fellow emcee Meek Mill and R&B singer Sean Kingston.
According to TMZ:
“The Game is accusing Meek Mill of snitching because of the investigation into the robbery of Sean Kingston in an L.A. Nightclub.
Game ripped into Meek onstage Thursday night, but it was unclear why he was calling him a snitch. Sources close to both rappers tell us this goes back to a June incident at Penthouse Nightclub & Dayclub.
TMZ broke the story … Kingston got smashed in the head with a bottle and then the attackers snatched a $300k chain off his neck. Both Game and Meek were in the club that evening.
We’re told Game believes Meek dropped a dime on him to Kingston’s people, and told them Game or someone in his crew was involved in the heist.
Onstage in Miami, Game strongly hinted investigators questioned him about the crime.
Our law enforcement sources tell us Game was never a suspect … and the investigation’s been closed because Kingston’s no longer cooperating.”
For his part, Kingston has denied snitching to police and has accused The Game of making up crap for album sales. Mills also responded with a diss track in which he called The Game a “stripper” among other less creative derogatory slurs (Seriously Meek, calling folks “fa**ot” is so passé. Like, get some new comebacks).
You can listen to the track – if you want to – here:
Not to be out-hodlumed, The Game dropped a listless diss track of his own entitled “Pest Control” in which he vowed to see Mills in the streets. More specifically the song opens with the line “All rats gotta die though.”
And if you want to, you can listen to that here:
Granted, beefs are a part of Hip Hop culture. And I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that some of the genre’s most classic songs happen to be beef records. And for the most part, these feuds stick to wax – or more recently, the Internet.
But this entire “beef” seems to be happening at a peculiar time for The Game who has been trying to sell us on the idea that he’s an activist.
It wasn’t that long ago – early June to be exact – when The Game, along with Snoop Dogg and some of the other members of the Bloods and the Crips street gangs organized a peace treaty in which both sides signed a cease-fire agreement.
This occurred only hours after The Game, Snoop and about 50 members of Operation H.U.N.T (interesting name, eh?) held a marched to LAPD’s headquarters for peace. During that event, the dynamic rap duo met with officials and vowed to work with them in the future “to reintroduce our community to the LAPD.”
In fact, recent evidence suggests The Game has been keeping true to his civic duty. More specifically he helped his son Harlem raise money for a Little Rock, Arkansas-based cop Tommy Norman. And he also has teamed up with the LAPD for anti-street violence PSA in which he states: “We have to stop the violence, we have to stop killing each other.”
The point is, The Game appears to support cops. So why is he mad at Mills for allegedly wanting to support the cops (by helping them to solve a crime) too?
If anything, The Game should be giving Mills dap or asking for a feature on his next diss record. And at the very least, he should be extending olive branches like a brother and asking for reconciliation, just like he has done with his new boys in blue.
But instead, he starts beef.
It just seems so contradictory. Or maybe it isn’t.
Gangster rap has always been a sub-culture in Hip Hop, which has consistently promoted and reveled in the death of Black people, and more specifically Black men. And as some could reasonably argue, so has policing in America.
Just last Friday, the national organization of the Fraternal Order of Police officially endorsed a candidate for president who believes the best way to solve crime in America is by instituting a nationwide Stop-and-Frisk program in Black communities.
In the last seven days, three Black males were shot dead by police. Two of those Black males – 40 year old Terence Crutcher of Tulsa, Oklahoma and 43-year old Keith Scott of Charlotte, North Carolina – were unarmed. The third victim was 13-year old Tyre King who was shot three times in the back by Columbus, Ohio police while playing with a BB gun.
More closer to The Game’s neck of the woods, the LAPD is the home of the Rodney King beating, which sparked some of the worst urban rioting in recent history. And it is also home to over 1,300 allegations of racial profiling—most of which had been dismissed after the LAPD investigated itself and found that it had committed no bias in their arrests (Yes, this really happened).
When you really stop to think about it, it makes total sense that a gangster rapper and one of the most notoriously corrupt police departments in America have found common ground.
I’m just saying…
And apparently, The Game has been doing some thinking.
Yesterday, TMZ reported that The Game is having mixed emotions about his recent battle with the Philly rapper. More specifically the site reports:
“I find it a little difficult to be actually beefing with another African American artist. On one accord, it’s like, I should be on this Black Lives Matter push, and this cops killing African Americans thing. And then on the other side, I got this beef with Meek going. So it’s kind of like I’m torn. It makes me look bipolar.”
In the face of growing concerns over police brutality, The Games opts to hold hands with the police and sing Kumbaya.
But when allegedly disrespected by a fellow Black man – a brother – he is willing to take it to the streets.
If that is not some deep-seeded anti-Blackness, I don’t know what is.
Charing Ball is a writer, cultural critic, free-thinker, slick-mouth feminist and the reigning queen of unpopular opinions. She is also from Philadelphia. To learn more, visit NineteenSeventy-Seven.com.