DETROIT — When I met this rock-rapper Kid Rock for the first and only time several years ago, he was being honored at the 50th anniversary of the founding Motown in the Motor City. It was a much, much more subdued and low-key affair than the legendary 25th anniversary via the televised “Motown 25: Yesterday, Today, Forever” masterpiece masterminded by Suzanne de Passe that featured Michael Jackson’s iconic Moonwalk and attracted a then-record viewing audience.
When I spoke to Kid Rock in Detroit, he seemed humbled, squeamish and almost feeling unworthy of such praise by Motown and the opportunity to perform with the intergalactic megastar Stevie Wonder. He was soft-spoken, nearly whispering in his answers and was in disbelief that he would be allowed to intermingle with actual stars. And he turned out to be right.
Today, he comes off as a rapacious, money-grubbing parasite who borrowed (or rather stole) enough of black culture and music to become a temporary music star and, today, turns around and spits down at the very people whose shoulders he used to catapult himself into brief pop culture relevancy.
Now that his career careened downward with jet-like speed and crashed through the ground and into the subterranean levels of complete obscurity and irrelevancy, his racial horns have erected and he spits virulent anti-black rhetoric and purposely and callously inflames animus by telling the people he robbed to smooch on his pale backside.
First, he throws unsolicited shade at the beloved Beyonce without reason or provocation during an interview, disparaging Queen Bey’s looks and defiantly proclaiming his preference for lithe white girls, as if we cared. When the formidable “BeyHive” herd on Twitter stampeded his social media pages, he flicked them away with posting a photo of bug spray, effectively telling those blacks to, again, kiss his posterior.
Now that the Confederate battle flag has been taken down in Columbia, S.C. and its place in American society coming under severe scrutiny, this Northerner Kid Rock with Deep South sensibilities has once again told his critics of his love of the Confederate Flag to … well … kiss his derriere. They would be the only ones who could find it since no one in the music industry is kissing it anymore, or knows where to even find him and his music to genuflect at the alter of his former star power.
Once again, he is using blacks to get crawl and slither his unrepentant race-baiting through the cracks in the sidewalk and to pollute music and national discourse.
Take a look at what Kid Rock had to say in this Fox News report.
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