I kind of miss Kwame. He is, after all, the hip hop mayor. And I am, after all, the author of “Hip Hop Pedagogy.” If we had enjoyed a sit down in Detroit during my five years there, I’m sure we would have found plenty to talk about. Madlib. Wu Tang. Or any record that just dropped.
But now Kwame is in jail. And I have missed my chance to chat. Most likely he will be out quickly – if he isn’t already – but should I be seen hanging out with convicts? I am, after all, a writing program director. I try to avoid scandals. And wear sandals.
Kwame violated his bond by going to Canada. When I would go to Canada (Windsor) it was for pizza. The Detroit Metro kids go to Canada on Friday night because the drinking age is lower than in the U.S. Kwame was trying to sell parts of the tunnel to Canada. Do you need to show up in person to sell a tunnel? I think we all know what it looks like and where it can be found. I have driven through it many times and I find it to be a fine tunnel. A little crowded on Friday night, but fine nonetheless. If I had the money, I’d buy the tunnel. It’s a good tunnel.
Poor Kwame. Nothing goes right for this guy. Car scandals. Affairs. One earring. He played for a minor college football team better know for its marching band than its on the field performance. You got to give this guy some love. He is, after all, under “tremendous strain and scrutiny.”