Woke Wet Dreams

The course in Hip Hop Philosophy is fully enrolled this semester, and who knows how many disappointed Aggies were left enviously eyeing the thirty-two lucky scholars who will convene in the YMCA building (that is to say the building built by the Young Men’s Christian Association, now home to the Department of Philosophy), to sit at the feet (although frequently only the “virtual” feet) of our semi-notorious Professor Woke (some background here and here).

The room in which they will meet seats forty-four, but I am supposing that the twelve empty chairs will serve as symbols of the “dead white men and women” whose “thoughts” this course is designed not to explain.

Rather, Hip Hop Philosophy is designed to help students “become critical advocates of their own life circumstances through the integration of differing cultural and political lens” (or what those dead white men and women might have called “different cultural and political lenses”).  It aims “to aid the students in becoming proactive thinkers that are willing to challenge, resist, and when necessary defend the various perspectives that arise from the political, ethical, and personal burdens that accompany their individual freedom and societal responsibility.”

I think this means that it aims to advance the fine old tradition of Jive.

The course syllabus is illustrated with the curious image copied below.  This seems to represent seven or eight semi-naked White women (two with Beelzebub horns) eagerly awaiting an awesome Black dude, who is striding towards them with what might be a flashlight shining on his crotch.  Two of these women are distracted by Sapphic smooching, but the spread legs of the partly cropped figures in the lower corners appear to invite coitus with that awesome Black cynosure.

Presumably this image is the epitome of Hip Hop Philosophy, and perhaps a sort of Summa of “the African American philosophical tradition and aesthetic” (although I must say it bears a strong resemblance to the wet dream of a Black nerd).

And this illustration is hardly the end of wet dreaming, so far as Hip Hop Philosophy is concerned.  The syllabus is sketchy, but it leaves one in no doubt that sex looms large in “the African American philosophical tradition and aesthetic.”

One whole week will be devoted to “Gender Trouble: Fucking as the poetics of political transformation,” this to be followed by a week on “Black Cock down: the Ni**er Phantasm and the Black Masculinity Abandoned in the Sexual Revolution.”

Perhaps to explain the eagerness of those semi-naked White women, part of yet another week will be devoted to explanation of “the Homoeroticism of White Masculinity.”

Did I mention that these discussions will take place in a building that was built by the Young Men’s Christian Association?  Talk about dancing on your enemy’s grave (see my “Christers and the Smart Set”).

Not every week will not be devoted to discussions of sex, however.  Some will be devoted to “Revolutionary Violence,” “Black Self-Defense,” and “Black Power.”

Interestingly, weeks 1 and 2, not to mention 10, 11, and 12, will be “virtual classes,” which I take to mean classes where Professor Woke will be present only in spirit.

Black crock down?

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  2. “Virtual Classes.” I seem to remember enrolling in a number of those shortly before the UCLA Administration dropped me from matriculation in 1977.

    • Not all “virtual classes” are fake, although many are, and all should be approached skeptically. It’s only a matter of time before the relatively respectable virtual classes feel the need to distinguish themselves from the relatively fake classes. Maybe they will call themselves “veritably virtual classes.”

    • I have actually seen “l-u-d-a-c-r-i-s” so-spelled where the writer more or less meant ludicrous. I need to add the “more or less” because students have no idea what ludicrous means. They think it is synonymous with ridiculous, and they think that ridiculous is merely a case of emphasis. (“He ate a ridiculous amount of chicken wings.” And it’s never the number, mind you, but always the amount, of chicken wings.) A student once wrote in response to an essay question concerning the Trojan War that that war had taken place “in the lebrons age.”

      Nietzsche, whom Traditionalists should read, writes somewhere to the effect that once grammar reaches extinction, God reaches extinction with it. I would add what Nietzsche leaves out — God reaches extinction only in the minds of men. And then education and everything else becomes a ceaseless pornographic display in order to abet masturbation, quite as the redoubtable Dr. Smith reports.

      • Of course ludicrous properly means (or meant) something like what gay meant (but decidedly no longer means). How do we say blithe and carefree happiness in today’s English? Is there some sort of conspiracy against playfulness?

      • I had a conversation with a friend recently and he described how Aristotle thought what distinguishes man from animal is speech (distinct from communication). That the ability to discuss right and wrong, just and unjust was one of those things that made us human (and by extension is one way that we access our relationship to God as the imago dei) so that theory of Nietche’s looks pretty accurate.

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      • The scary (or at least demoralizing) part is that it probably *is* one of the most ‘conservative’ universities in the country.

      • The students are relatively conservative; the university itself is not. The great trick is to hide the later from the former while using the former as an excuse to become ever more extreme in the later. In other words, the great trick is to cuck.

      • The sexually explicit nature of this course seems rather opposed to the stated goal of instituting the new Haven program, but I guess what I would consider to be detrimental to the education of a “reasonable person” doesn’t agree with the University’s.

      • He certainly isn’t looking over his shoulder to see if he’s being followed by feminists toting bike chains and blackjacks. In nearly 30 years, I never once heard anyone talk about education in the sense you imply. It’s instrumental rationality all the way down.

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