Azealia Banks’ controversial April Playboy cover story hit the Internet, and one particular excerpt has been making e-waves:
“I hate everything about this country. Like, I hate fat white Americans. All the people who are crunched into the middle of America, the real fat and meat of America, are these racist conservative white people who live on their farms. Those little teenage girls who work at Kmart and have a racist grandma–that’s really America.”
Her response to people asking why she makes everything about race:
Y’all motherfuckers still owe me reparations! [Laughs.] That’s why it’s still about race. Really, the generational effects of Jim Crow and poverty linger on… My little white fans will be like, “Why do you want reparations for work you didn’t do?” Well, you got handed down your grandfather’s estate and you got to keep your grandmother’s diamonds and pearls and shit.
Her thoughts on societal labels:
There’s misogyny, and then there’s something called misogynoir [a term coined by writer Moya Bailey to describe “the unique ways in which black women are pathologized in popular culture”]. We have all these stereotypes in society: The gay man is a faggot and he’s over-the-top, or you’re an untrustworthy cracker, or you’re a loud black bitch. All these things exist for a reason, you know what I’m saying? Yeah, I am loud and boisterous… And I am black, and I am a pain in your ass. But I’m not really talking to you, and that’s what makes those people mad. You’re not invited to this conversation. This is not about you.
Her take on using “proper English”:
When you rip a people from their land, from their customs, from their culture–there’s still a piece of me that knows I’m not supposed to be speaking English, I’m not supposed to be worshipping Jesus Christ. All this shit is unnatural to me. People will be like, “Oh, you’re ignorant because you don’t speak proper English.” No. This is not mine. I don’t even want this shit, so I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want with this language.
And then added:
I’m going to call you a fag or a cracker or a bitch.
Well, the more things change…
Read the full interview here.