Nida Khan

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Forever Foreigners: The American Dream Shattered

I remember like it was yesterday. Every time I would act out one of my mischievous schemes, my mother and father would quickly remind me of their sacrifice. "We came here with two suitcases -- that's it, two suitcases -- and built everything from there," were words I heard throughout childhood. But it wasn't until my teen years that I began to comprehend the scope of this incessant reminder; and more importantly, the magnitude of the selfless way in which my parents left the humble but middle-class ease of their native land so that they might raise a family in a country where their children would have the opportunity to pursue the ideals that we celebrate this week. But what these immigrants from Pakistan didn't know then was that even decades later, the land of the free and home of the brave would slam the welcome door dead in their face.

Last week, the public, the media, and lobbyists on both the right and left watched as the Senate took tortured steps to pass the immigration reform bill, only to shoot it down in the end. There was anger and joy from both liberals and conservatives, for this bill would have provided a path to citizenship for some 12 million illegal immigrants, but at the cost of policy shifts that would strike at women and children the most, and decrease their chance at gaining entry into the country. Some speculate that George Bush and the Republican Party lost the Latino constituency as a result of this bill not passing -- that votes for even local and state positions will now be based on a candidate's stance on immigration. Never in recent years has the country been so galvanized by this issue -- not even during the 1986 Ronald Reagan immigration reform when some 3 million undocumented residents were granted eventual citizenship. In fact, a Gallup Poll in 2000 found that only 15 percent of those surveyed worried extensively about illegal immigration; by this year, that number jumped to 45 percent.

But while the battle continues, and the Lou Dobbs of the world blast their subliminal hatred on 24/7 news networks, there is only one consistent loser -- the immigrant. Whether it's the estimated 1.1 million legal foreign-born workers and their families, or those seeking desperate measures to escape the poverty they were born into by circumstance, or the simple family applying for citizenship the legal way, the immigrant will always be seen as the 'other.' No matter their personal achievements, the people from other lands -- especially those brown and black -- will never in their lifetime be accepted as full-blooded Americans. An immigrant who manages to attain the house with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids will constantly be reminded that she/he doesn't belong. Even those who have been lucky enough to become citizens in the United States -- like my mother and father did when I was a toddler -- will forever be "foreigners."

My parents flew into this country -- two suitcases in hand -- and raised four children who, despite their American ways, knew exactly the importance of their rich cultural heritage. It's an interesting notion to grow up with a dual identity in a country where assimilation and conformity are deemed ideal and the norm, but I'm grateful beyond words that my parents instilled in us such pride and knowledge. Taking us back home to Pakistan to visit grandparents and family as often as they could, they showed their children the best of both worlds. But what I remember almost as much as trying to educate people on my background was having to constantly defend it as well. I remember the snide or outright mocking of my father because he had a slight accent, and I remember stepping in without fail to fight those who ridiculed him. I remember the racial slurs when we moved from a diverse neighborhood to a smaller suburb -- all the arguments, fights, and anger.

In March of 2005, some 40 years after my parents came to America, my father was conducting a routine run to a grocery store in New Jersey. As the sliding doors opened and he began to walk to his car, an SUV struck him, causing his body to fly several feet back where he landed on the concrete, with the back of his head bearing the impact. He suffered massive trauma to his brain, hemorrhaging and basically lost his ability to speak. When the EMT and local police arrived at the scene, they took one look at my father and assumed this hard-working citizen could not speak English. Ignoring the possibility that the injury affected his neurological functions, they indicated "a language barrier" on their reports and sent my father to a non-trauma hospital. He wasn't transferred to a trauma facility until five hours later, at which point he was virtually comatose. Three days later, he died. And this time I could do nothing to save him from the racism and bigotry.

I'll never forget arriving first to that non-trauma hospital and my shock when the nurses asked me, "does your father speak English?" "How could he not speak English. He's been in this country for over thirty years," I yelled at them. Right then, I knew it was bad. How could he not speak English when I spoke to him 90 percent of the time in nothing other than plain English? My entire world collapsed, my family suffered immeasurable grief, and no one seemed to care about the injustice. Until this day I think about those critical few hours following the accident and wonder if he had received proper medical attention would he be alive today? What I do know for sure is that such massive negligence would never have occurred if he had been a white male. As he lay dying, my dad was what I think of as a silent victim of an environment that was biased against him from the onset and treated him like a second-class citizen. Who knows how many other silent victims there are out there across the nation?

It took a lot of time and work for me to reach the point of sharing my parents' story, and my father's ultimate sacrifice. So while the nation celebrates the Fourth, the debates continue, and politicians talk about border security and nameless "illegals," remember that the immigrants are the ones suffering in bureaucratic red tape. The phrase, "We came here with two suitcases and built everything from there," still echoes in my head. But unfortunately it's now juxtaposed with the question, "Does your father speak English?" -- just as "immigrant" and "alien" will always be juxtaposed in the fabric of our society -- legal or not.

In Defense of Hip-Hop

"Hip-hop is the CNN of the ghetto" -- words spoken by legendary artist Chuck D of Public Enemy years before Puffy became a household name and bling a term used by actual CNN anchors. Serving as a mirror to such societal ills as poverty, injustice, drugs and violence, hip-hop -- or more specifically rap music -- has brought realities of urban life and mainstream systematic privilege to the forefront of discussion.

MCs, aka rappers, have opened wounds that many would prefer remained covered via methods that both educate and entertain. Now this mechanism for empowerment and communication is under attack yet again.

While Don Imus searched for a defense against his use of the now notorious words "nappy headed hos" in reference to the Rutgers women's basketball team, he was successful in scapegoating the often-targeted genre of hip-hop. But what Imus and the average citizen fail to grasp is the foundation of this culture or the notion that what you hear on radio airwaves and see on TV doesn't encompass the plethora of diversity within the music.

For several years I've worked within the hip-hop industry in a multitude of capacities. From my vantage point at record labels, recording studios and finally as a music journalist, I've had the honor of sitting down and picking the brains of many hip-hop poets. And poetry and expression is exactly what they produce: words and ideas conjured over the hottest beats. Rappers take complex ideas and transform them into catchy lyrics and rhyming sequences with astuteness and intense precision. Imagine the endless boundaries of MCs if they were all given equal access to education and opportunity that we espouse but rarely see in this country. A chance to pursue the American Dream is precisely what rappers under attack have worked to achieve.

Take a look at the 50 Cents and Jay-Zs of the world. Self-made millionaires, they battled extreme circumstances and in the process established companies that employ and empower others shut out of corporate America. In response to the ongoing controversy, several people have stepped forward. "We are proactive, not just reactive to the Don Imus so-called backlash," explains Dr. Ben Chavis, president/CEO of Russell Simmons's Hip-Hop Summit Action Network, after he and Simmons made recommendations for the recording industry to bleep the words ho, bitch and nigger on the airwaves and on clean CDs.

"The truth is misogyny is not a hip-hop created problem. Misogyny is a deep-seated American society problem that is embedded in the historical evolution of the United States as a nation." The recommendations are meant, he says, to forestall governmental intrusion "on the rights of artists in a democratic society. This is important, and there are some in the media that just don't get it. Self regulation by the industry is not censorship. Good corporate social responsibility is not censorship."

The shift in dynamic from Imus to hip-hop utterly amazes me. Granted I don't condone use of words like ho and bitch towards myself or any other woman, but I understand along with Dr. Ben that rap music isn't the only forum where we see this.

Why don't we target the representation of women and people of color in Hollywood? Why don't we go after the millionaire and billionaire movie directors/producers of the world who represent minority women a majority of the time as the exotic other or the overly sexualized temptress, and minority men as criminals?

Before blaming everything on one facet, we need to analyze all of pop culture and media representation at large. MCs may have an audience via their music, but until you see a Snoop Dogg or a Ludacris with his own televised programming in mainstream news you simply can't juxtapose Imus and hip-hop.

Until rappers have the kind of major network platform that Imus had and will have again, they are not fair game for attack. On the contrary, we need to explore and criticize why we see so few people of color on these networks or working behind-the-scenes in newsrooms in the first place.

For those that are quick to jump on the criticism bandwagon, do they first understand that rap music's foundation was a check on society? That it was a mechanism for the powerless to speak their mind? Do they understand a history of socially and politically conscious music that was designed to mobilize people?

Even today, this music is a reaction to emotions of anger, frustration and inequity of mostly young minority people surviving in a society where the pendulum of justice swings away from them most of the time. In attempts to curb some of the criticism against this form of expression, moves by Dr. Ben Chavis, Russell Simmons and even Rev. Al Sharpton were aimed at targeting the true culprits behind negative/misogynistic music -- record labels and corporations.

On May 3, Tamika Mallory of Sharpton's National Action Network led a March for Hip-Hop Decency in front of Sony, Universal Records and the Time Warner building in Manhattan. "We cannot allow people to use the concept of freedom of speech and censorship as a shield for those who seek to denigrate any members of our society," she explains. "Freedom of speech is critical to freedom but so is the responsibility that comes with it. We are not saying that rappers or anyone cannot speak in any manner they choose. We are saying that record and media companies shouldn't support it if it crosses the line of sexism, racism and homophobia."

Sounds like a wonderful idealistic thought without a doubt, except for the fact that these companies and media outlets have profited countless billions off the backs of rappers, hip-hop culture and the community. It's incredibly difficult for artist/groups with positive or socially conscious messages like a Dead Prez to get signed, and if they do, never will they see radio spins or record sales like their negative counterparts.

In an industry where marketing and radio promotion departments ensure that only certain albums get proper financial backing to guarantee air play and press, many talented people simply get shelved. Radio stations themselves have specific daily play lists, in effect brainwashing the masses with the same songs and the same messages.

I've had rappers straight out tell me that they wanted to go with a specific single from their album but were forced to go with something else. And others have simply said they put out a single about women and money to reel in listeners to a deeper, profound meaning on the album that might otherwise have been ignored. Interesting isn't it?

These days Don Imus is at his ranch contemplating his next move. Chances are he'll return to the airwaves in some capacity in little time, while the young woman or man using music as a means to escape the all but insurmountable obstacles set in her/his path will find it ever more difficult because the world is now watching with keen eyes.

For those who are new to this genre of poetic expression, I suggest watching the new Bruce Willis/Queen Latifah documentary, "Hip-Hop Project." It beautifully captures the essence of what this culture was, is and should be about. Until critics begin to fully comprehend the many layers of hip-hop, its historical context and place in society, they should listen to what the Godfather of it all said to me the other day -- the man who literally started hip-hop with two turntables -- DJ Kool Herc: "Tell all the geniuses to back off of hip-hop. Leave hip-hop alone."

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