The Missing Black Male Narrative

By Staff
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In mainstream news and local media, the black
everyman is plentiful by number. The daily news is full of young criminals,
middle and professional class social circles, helpless citizens, earned
accomplishments, and quiet nods to a lifetime of sacrifice. As individuals –
three dimensional men who justify their own existence – they are barely
visible. What’s the last story of note you can remember about a black man, or
black men in general, that wasn’t about a famous entertainer or steeped in
televised controversy?  Few media outlets
dedicate themselves to examining the individual lives of these men as they are
living it.

GQ, the
ultra-glossy aspirational men’s magazine, does regularly run reportage and life-lesson pieces, independent of status or celebrity influence. Esquire relies on celebrities, but talks
to them as men and woman unto themselves. The defunct Men’s Vogue had excellent monthly columns reserved for profiles and
reportage of the lives of individual non-celebrities. Outside, Art of Manliness,
Men’s Journal, The Good Men Project, and Men’s
, on the other hand, live and die by the concept of the
everyman.  But, commonly, any deep dives
into the experiences of black men’s lives depend on pop stars and media
darlings.  These one-percenters inherit
the heavy burden of representing the breadth and depth of the cumulative black
male experience. As a result doing so responsibly becomes all the more
important. Yet, even as recently as last month, the largest and most respected of
media outlets have tried to squeeze these larger than life personalities into
tired narratives, instead of letting what stood out about the individual speak
for itself.

New York Times‘ September profile
of Jay-Z
, for example, spends a lot of time reaffirming every notion of
what a hip-hop star and celebrity at large like
him is supposed to be (dresses
younger than his age, perception of artistry vs. menace to society, a famous
man blending into the common man’s world, etc.). It only briefly mentions
things that uniquely define the man and the artist. Jay-Z says he dislikes that
rap is not treated as an artform, is annoyed that people regularly ask him
questions he answered in his 2010 memoir,
and believes that Obama’s contribution to the irrelevance of the hustler
represents progress.  All these things,
along with the writer’s claim that the rapper’s lyrics are “built to handle
contradiction” are treated as asides of little importance.

It fails to discuss Jay-Z’s uncommon and wildly successful practice of
nurturing artists for years before expecting a profit. It doesn’t question his
ironic history of dramatic failure in long-term working relationships with
artists who were stars in their own right (R. Kelly, Beanie Sigal), Kanye West
aside. It never explores Jay-Z’s feelings behind the tireless, mignon-like
effort he has put in adding value to the Brooklyn Nets NBA franchise, despite
that he only owns a tiny sliver of the team. His actions can be interpreted as
a foolish blowhard’s attempt to earn high society credibility, a take-nothing-for-granted
sweat equity attitude any man can learn from, or anything in between.  These are issues that speak directly to the
way the man thinks, things that only he can clarify. But we never know the
answers, because no one asks. The article simply recycles an established
narrative, referring to Jay-Z as more of a grounded deity requiring little more
than opaque commentary. It gives no indication of a man worth exploring.

To be fair, coaxing fresh material from a seasoned superstar can’t be
easy. They’ve answered the same underwhelming questions hundreds of times. They
have a brand to protect.  They’ve had
years of practice artfully dodging issues they don’t care to address. But it
still stands that thorough profiles of men of color are few and far in between.
Halfway effective write-ups like the New
York Times
piece do not help alleviate the problem.  In this respect, major media outlets may have
something to learn from smaller, niche websites and magazines. It seems that,
recently, in the realm of musicians and entertainers, interviews and profiles
of those below the radar have done better to uncover the core of personalities
readers can engage with.

Bass Musician‘s interview
with Marcus Miller
, for example, introduces readers to a jazz musician,
writer, and film composer many may not know of, but should. He has been around
long enough to work with Roberta Flack, Miles Davis, Aretha Franklin, and a
bunch of renowned artists outside of popular music, but fluently waxes poetic
on more modern interests like Janelle Monae, Robert Glasper, and pro
basketball. It’s obvious he is steeped in knowledge and worldly experience in
and outside the scope of professional music and entertainment. By the time you
finish the interview, you want to download a copy of Tutu and King of Blue,
hop on a plane, and go experience the world you’ve just read about. You want
take a second listen to the music you’ve loved for years; the right way this time. 98% of black men
could be jailbirds, slingers, and aspiring entertainers without a shot in hell,
and it wouldn’t change what you thought of the man. The article lets Miller
stand on his own his two feet., Nashville Scene, Jazz Advance, and iCrates cover Wynton
, Hakim
, and the Detroit
music scene
in similar fashion. Readers are presented with a learning
experience that stands on its own; not a replica anchored to society’s
expectations. Why does this happen? My best guess is, without a room built in
between cultural floors and ceilings reserved for the entertainer’s public
existence, the focus is on the artist themselves. For a long time, rappers were
branded macho or conscious and R&B artists were devoted lovers or suave
players, with little room in between. As far as I can tell, there isn’t a
common behavioral yardstick for today’s jazz artists to be measured against.
They are their own muse.

Even the crime that supposedly dominates the black male narrative in
the news can be covered more comprehensively. Black crime is low as well as high.
There are reasons that people commit crimes and situations that allow it. While
the 21 year-old black male who was arrested or killed in Houston may have some
things in common with the man of similar description and circumstance in
Chicago, I’m willing to bet there are things that are distinct about their
situations, their persons, their cities. I say this as a matter of fact more
than poetic justice: criminals are people too. 
And the situations that surround them are generally driven by all sorts
of human motivations, perceptions, and interactions.

The recent spree of violence in Bridgeport, CT and nearby New Haven
serve as examples. Individually, the stories in the local media are just
blurbs. Together, they tell a more coherent story. A young father anchored
to the city by simple economics
. Neighboring communities who make
every effort to limit his choices
. Legal and black market entities that
benefit from local violence
. Police forces and community members with conflicting
. Real, violent, ignorant pride celebrated
through music
. Policy makers who choose easy
and dismissive
over difficult
and effective
. Community members whose decision not
to vote
make it that much easier for criminal motives to have influence in
their neighborhoods. Putting that all together doesn’t justify the
violence.  But it does give readers a lot
more to think about than “21 year old black male suspect wanted for murder of
local teen. Assumed to be gang-related.”

What of engaging stories of the other everymen? The men whose snapshots
won’t be seen on or in the local neighborhood police blotter? I spent
about a month on Google News and looking for just that and
consistently came across articles like “Winning
Isn’t Everything
,” “The
Racing Life
,” and “The
Longest Fight
.” They are rich, wonderful profiles that neatly fit into the
“quiet nods to a lifetime of sacrifice” category, with the caveat that a solid
amount of these deep engaging narratives are about men who are no longer
living. That a noticeable chunk of the better profile pieces available seem to
cover experiences from the distant past is in itself a problem.

These stories about aged, seasoned, and expired men are wonderful unto
themselves. But waiting, in bulk, to profile these men only once they have
 passed their peaks or have been recognized as worthy by the rest of
society feeds into the false pretense that a man is only worth something once
he has attained wealth, shrine, or status. Profiles in the now shape a dynamic
present and future built on a historical foundation, rather than a static look
into the past. Readers get to tag along for the journey as it happens. It’s
something tangible, close enough for a young boy or man to feel he can aspire
to right now.

What do you think would be more effective in encouraging an eleven year
old kid to explore, hands on, the world at large? A five page interview with a
50-something year old musician, playing music the kid and his peers can hardly
recognize? Or a two page profile of a 12
year old hip-hop artist
raised by a father who has been in the music and
entertainment business for nearly as long as hip-hop has been around. To an
adolescent, Miller and his craft might as well fit in somewhere between the
beginning of time and the civil war. But an AMIRacle
might plant the seeds for them to look back to a Marcus Miller once their ears
are ready to appreciate his music.

This is not to say that the world needs less coverage of the Marcus
Millers, Jay-Z’s, and Wynton Marsalis’ of the world, but that it needs more
stories like AMIRacle
Ordinary Joe
,” “Papa,”
and “Wunderkind.”  It needs even more “Stories
For Thirtysomethings
,” “DJ Mix
,” “From The
,” and “The
Curse of The Black Republican
,”  Ghetto Manga, “Top
,” and Dreamer.
And many, many, many, maaaany more contemporary stories about men that fall
outside the bounds of sports, entertainment, and pop culture. There can never
be enough of articles, blog posts, and videos like “The
Importance Of Going Places For Yourself
,” “Massacre
In Jamaica
,” “Dreams,”
,” “Work
to Ride
,” “Rebirth,”
The Conversation
,” “Controversial,”
To Be Black In America
,” and “Dirty Little
.” How positive or negative these articles appear are secondary.
What’s more important right now is that these stories are searching,
thoughtful, and sincere. Above all, the world at large would benefit from a
future where media regularly explored the lives of these men with as much verve
as the public figures they revere. They should, in the very least, find a place
to exist somewhere out in medialand.

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