… and the parade organizers themselves for even putting the Pied Piper of Pedophilia in it to begin with.
I can’t put my finger on the fascination Black people have with R&B singers with questionable backgrounds when it comes to minors. R. Kelly wasn’t the first and I doubt he’ll be the last. I really wish we’d just let it go. There just isn’t a song bangin’ enough for me to turn the other butt cheek too out there on the dance floor when it comes to pedophiles and pedophile-like behavior.
I mean where’s the common sense in honoring a man who can’t read and was seen on video having sex and urinating on a 14 year-old with the title of grand marshal in a children’s back-to-school parade? And that wasn’t even his first offense—R.I.P. Aaliyah.
It’s just baffling.
Children’s parade aside—for a moment—let me not forget to shout out Ms. Leslie Kaizer who really epitomizes Black people’s love for R. Kelly.
Hollering, “You’re still my baby, no matter what you did!” from the parade sidelines tells all I need to know about her. One, she saw that video and obviously believes he’s guilty and two, she just doesn’t care.
For the record, that’s one woman who I hope doesn’t have any kids of her own—especially teenage daughters, because should one of her daughters be a raped by a rapper or singer—I think we all know whose side she’s coming out on.
But Leslie wasn’t alone, noooo.
Tiffany Levy told the Chicago-Sun Times “isn’t that what justice is in the United States?”
Justice for who? Justice for the then teenage girl to stupid and messed up in the head to know better than to have sex with a man who couldn’t read the label on the condom he didn’t wear or the sign on the restroom that he didn’t use and then mistook for her face? I’m just saying.
You know, people really like to use the defense that R. Kelly (and Michael Jackson) weren’t found guilty—and to that I say, well neither was Casey Anthony and we all know how the majority of America feels about that Killer Mommy.
Chicago has a love affair with R. Kelly second only to Black America’s adoration of President and First Lady—in fact I experienced it first hand a few weeks back while I was there. Everywhere I went I could hear R. Kelly in the background. I went over to the south side and they’re sitting on porch in the heat listening to R. Kelly. I turned on the radio—they’re playing R. Kelly. I took a cruise around Lake Michigan—the DJ is bumping R. Kelly—and I won’t even tell you who was on that cruise ‘step step steppin’ their hearts away.
I can only hope that the children brought to the parade by their grown as parents, didn’t have to actually interact with Kelly. I also hope—and I know this is stretching it—but I hope, that those same children understand that just because their parents have no common sense when it comes to illiterate men with a penchant for women young enough to be his granddaughters and daughters who just happens to also be a talented singer and music producer—well I hope that they know that they don’t have to subscribe to the same madness. They can end the cycle.
Until then, I’ve got two words for the R. Kelly lovin’ folks in Chicago: Negroes please.