When you pose as an open-minded “movement builder” but say, “the only radio stations I listen to are the local hip hop station and NPR,” you might as well take back the first statement. Narrow-mindedness of those in the American media industry is not only a problem but an epidemic, but this is besides the point.
If you’re reading this and wondering who Veronica Bayetti Flores is, you probably haven’t read her recent blog post that has stirred up the question, “Is Lorde’s hit song Royals racist?” The answer is a quick, no-explanation-necessary and firm “No,” but let’s just break it down for argument’s sake.
Flores writes, “Holy. Shit. What did this white girl just say?” Note, Flores is the one to pull the race card and start a witch hunt. She labels Lorde, whose real name is Ella Maria Lani Yelich-O’Connor, as a “white girl” and the song Royals as “deeply racist.” She cites another song and states: “If you grew up with holes in your zapatos you’d celebrate the minute you was having dough.” Yes, this self-proclaimed femminist just quoted Jay-Z’s 99 Problems (which clearly says a “bitch” is not one of his problems).
This “particular kind of racism,” as she calls it, is the neglect of “critically (thinking) about the racial implications of the lyrics.” Which are:
But every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room,
We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair.
And we’ll never be royals.
It don’t run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain’t for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler,
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.
And for those of you who need to hear it and see it:
Here we have a young New Zealander magnifying the lifestyle pushed on the youth of the world- not just the United States. We, the United States, have a global impact and our culture sells the “American Dream.” To come from nothing and turn into something. From rags to riches. Our streets are paved with gold and merely walking them can bring great success and fortune.
This ideology is flawed, yet this gaudy impression of success is what our pop culture pushes. Celebrating “the minute you was having dough” only means your success is 60 seconds so why not blow it on “Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece, jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.” This is not a “shit on black folks” or a “shit on rappers.” This is a big, heaping, smelly dump on the idea that this is what 16 year-olds like Lorde should be singing.
This is a dog log thrown at Ke$ha.
This is a stool sample for LMFAO is nibble on.
This is a piece of cow pie for Lil Jon to be “Okay” with.
This is not about the color of your skin pigment. This song is about the consumer-driven culture that has a choke-hold on the youth of today.
Veronica Bayetti Flores is a no-name lobbyist-hobbyist who needs a reality check, her ears checked and her eyes checked. She is a hack who needs to step off of Lorde’s shoulders and make her own career on her own merit.