JUB is as far removed from afro-american culture as it gets, i was hoping as outsiders you guys might offer an objective perspective
Interesting that you would put it that way. Far removed? In my world JUB is a reliable and ever-present portal into the world of Afro-American culture, and before JUB, my knowledge of African-American culture consisted of (in rough chronological order):
- The black guy on Sesame Street.
- George and Weezie, and Helen from Helen and Tom
- Stevie Wonder
- Arnold and Willis
- Reruns of Sanford and Son
- Reruns of Good Times
- That Martin Luther King Jr. existed
- Some of the characters in a book we had to read for school called The Underground Railroad by Barbara Smucker
- Michael Jackson
- Detroit school war zones and New York ghettoes in the news.
- Sammy Davis Jr.
- NELSON MANDELA
- Bill Cosby
- Black people on Phil Donahue
- Oprah
- Janet Jackson
- Naomi Campbell and then we hit the 90's so I'll stop.
Basically about 20 people defined what it was to be African American. This is a 100% factual chronology of how I came to know what I knew about african american realities by the time I was an adult. I didn't grow up in a farm village or something. I've spent my days in cities of about a million and up.
I was an adult, and I'd never heard about redlining, or segregation, or bussing. As far as I had heard, slavery ended a hundred years before, MLK put the last of the remaining bigots in their place before I was even born, and Bill Cosby represented reality for black people in the same way that the Brady Bunch or Philip Drummond represented reality for white people: Sure not everyone grew up with parents who were doctors and lawyers like the Huxtables, or an architect like Mr. Brady, or a company owner like Mr. Drummond. Or the rich people in California who had ET visit their house. So we knew it wasn't quite real, but they all had nice houses and it was fun to pretend we could all live like that too one day soon enough, and everybody knew somebody who had made it that far so the world was great, right? Incidentally, about the Huxtables? I remember watching that show, loving it, but thinking "What are the odds that two black people would actually meet? Even if they did, what are the odds they'd be right for each other? This seems like a bit of a stretch. Probably each of them would have married someone white just because there are so many more white people. You know, like Helen and Tom."
I couldn't help notice something at the edge of my awareness: there were some people who didn't seem to get it. Most of the characters in that list or the real people on talk shows seemed determined to make something of their lives. Even if they had worked their way up from humble beginnings, maybe moreso then....defiant to succeed. Insisted on it. But there was this thing called "rap music" and some of it was just lefty beatnik hippie poetry with drumbeats and cool dancing, but there was this other harsh bullshitty proud-to-be-low-life criminal-glorifying woman-hating ego douche "music" that at first I thought was just a mistake. How could anyone be proud of that kind of squalor? Nobody should be. Maybe I had misunderstood. Everybody wants to be Cosby, right? Hell I wanted to be Cosby. Everybody wants it to be like on TV!!! They must!
Now that immigration has changed my country, I know lots of black people who didn't live here, whose parents didn't live here, in the 70s, when I was watching those shows. They're from Ghana and Zimbabwe and Somalia and Nigeria and Jamaica...Trinidad and Tobago...but not from the US. So my impression of African Americans still comes from TV, and, of course, from JUB. Which despite your pointing out the limits, is a surprisingly big portal into a part of North America that not everyone knows.
As much as that may seem like a restricted view, that's the view I've got. And all that time from the earliest seasons of the Jeffersons to my amazement that rap actually lasted more than 4 years into the early 80's and my rejection of the butthurt side of it as a complete cultural dead end, I always figured we should be able to relate, not because I know so much about African American culture, but because of all the different humans I've actually met so far, we all seem to want the same things out of life. Why should it be any different now?