What we have here is a failure to communicate. Or at least, that's Rick Ross' story.
By LEONARD PITTS JR.
The Miami Herald
The Miami rapper has ignited a prairie fire of controversy with a song called U.O.E.N.O., its title a phonetic spelling of an ebonic pronunciation: You don't even know. In it, Ross raps as follows: Put molly all in her champagne/She ain't even know it/I took her home and I enjoyed that/She ain't even know it.
Molly, is the street name for the drug methylenedioxymethamphetamine (MDMA), better known as ecstasy. It is a stimulant and hallucinogen. It also lowers a user's inhibitions. The lyric, then, describes date rape.
Women and those who love them have reacted angrily. UltraViolet, a women's advocacy group, is pushing Reebok to drop its endorsement contract with Ross. A group called the Parents Television Council is calling on the Federal Communications Commission to investigate any radio station playing the song.
Ross says they've got it all wrong. In a recent interview with a New Orleans radio station, he explained how, ahem, the people who heard the song made a mistake.
Woman, he said, is the most precious gift known to man. It was a misunderstanding with a lyric, a misinterpretation. The term rape wasn't used. I would never use the term rape in my records. Hip-hop don't condone that, the streets don't condone that.
Nobody condones that. So I just wanted to reach out to all the sexy ladies, the beautiful ladies that have been reaching out to me with the misunderstanding. We don't condone rape and I'm not with that.
As if not saying rape prohibited him from describing rape. For a bigger pile of horse manure, you'd have to visit a stable.
Perhaps you're old enough to remember when, as a culture, we decided to take rape seriously. If you recall public service announcements telling you that no means no, if you saw police implement policies aimed at more sensitive treatment of rape victims, perhaps you can appreciate what strange times we find ourselves in.
Perhaps you have felt the profound disconnect of hearing would-be senator Todd Akin seek to explain the biology of rape.
Or would-be senator Richard Mourdock discussing how God wants women to get pregnant through rape.
Perhaps it made you feel and this feeling is depressingly common lately as if yesterday's achievements are eroding like sandcastles in the surf.
Progress has no finish line. Once won, it must be protected and renewed. At 37 years of age, Rick Ross grew up in the era after the no means no lectures, when we apparently assumed people would just know things the rest of us were painstakingly taught.
So take U.O.E.N.O., as a cautionary tale, a remix of the old axiom about eternal vigilance being the price of freedom.
Turns out, it's the price of enlightenment, too.