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July 13, 2005

Rap as a crime-fighting tool

Grant McCracken investigates the not-fully-explained drop in violent crime during the 1990's:

Rap bestowed new esteem upon impoverished urban teen. As long as it remained the possession of impoverished teens, black and white, it did not change the esteem equation. But sometime in the late 1980s, it crossed over into the mainstream, black and white. Beastie Boys and Run-DMC were calculated to have cross over appeal, and the former’s Fight For Your Right entered the top ten in 1986. In 1988, Public Enemy released It Takes A Nation and NWA released Straight Outta Compton. Gangsta rap was now headed for the suburbs. And once this diffusion of musical form had taken place, the position of the impoverished teen went from scorned loser to a creature of standing, status, and credibility. So utterly did rap win the day that, with a brief but interesting interruption in the form of "alternative music," the children of the suburbs now wanted very much to walk, talk and otherwise conduct themselves as if they came from very different socio-economic origins.

The rise of rap represented a massive transfer of esteem from the teens of the middle class suburb to those of the impoverished city. There was in short an abrupt and thoroughgoing reversing of the asymmetries. Those who once suffered esteem shortages now enjoyed whacking, great surpluses. Violent crime? To protest what exactly? To exact a revenge? To appropriate esteem? Violent crime was now an antique of another age, the dangerous preoccupation of another generation, an activity that was now just odd. I believe this is why violent crime began to drop in the early 1990s. As the suburbs began to absorb rap, the esteem economy began to tip in a new direction. Violent crime has become an increasingly pointless enterprise.

I must admit that this is one of the first positive things I've heard anyone say about rap music. Most of the commentary I've encountered emphasized the homophobic, misogynistic, hate-filled lyrics and/or the hugely violent sub-culture in which rap music had first arisen.

What a mind job, Grant!

Posted by Nicholas at July 13, 2005 03:40 PM
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Mr. McCracken has been smoking his namesake. If "the esteem economy" theory is correct, then technical writers would be the most violent group of sociopaths on the planet. F'shizzle, dawg. Posted by: Jon at July 13, 2005 05:00 PM
> If "the esteem economy" theory is correct, > then technical writers would be the most > violent group of sociopaths on the planet. Well, this might be true if tech writers had backbones . . . instead, frustrated at their physical and moral weaknesses, they wreak their violent tendencies on users who have to read their interminable documents. "Click OK to continue." Posted by: Nicholas at July 13, 2005 05:04 PM
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Posted by: Jon at July 13, 2005 05:11 PM
Drat! I forgot you spent five years writing instruction manuals for VCR's. Boy, did you ever get your revenge upon society. Posted by: Nicholas at July 13, 2005 05:12 PM
Please - its not rap, but Opera. That's how I have successfully managed to keep the gangstas', the rappers, ho's and crackiess from doing business or hanging around my downtown crib. The whole block has taken en mass to let Verdi and Puccini soar from our stereo speakers. Posted by: Kateland at July 14, 2005 11:02 AM
Yeah, Opera totally sucks. Anyone who uses Opera as their primary browser deserves to have a cap busted upside their head, yo. Posted by: Jon at July 14, 2005 04:42 PM


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