Azealia Banks is NOT afraid… of black cats or Twitter trolls or anything it seems. She poses for Playboy and gives an interview where she sounds off on… well, just read this excerpt:
If people read your Twitter account and don’t like you, is that because of race?
“It’s always about race. Lorde can run her mouth and talk shit about all these other bitches, but y’all aren’t saying she’s angry. If I have something to say, I get pushed into the corner.”
And whenever you point out that discrepancy, someone on Twitter says, “Why are you trying to make this about race?”
“Because 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. As long as I have my money, I’m getting the fuck out of here and I’m gonna leave y’all to your own devices.”
Do you want to leave the U.S.?
“Yes! 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.”
If people don’t like you, does that mean they’re racist?
“No, not at all. 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 you are black.
“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.”
As a kid, were you pretty much the same person you are now?
Oh my God. We had journals in second grade. I went to PS 166, on 88th Street and Columbus Avenue, and we had a teacher I could not stand. The black kids got in trouble all the time. We were loud or whatever, but whenever she told a white kid to quiet down and they did, she’d be like, whatever. But if she told a black kid to quiet down and one of them sucked their teeth, she’d put them in the corner. I wrote in the journal one day, “I cannot stand this white bitch teacher. Fuck this white bitch.” She found my journal and called my mother, who was embarrassed, because my mother used to say stuff like that—“White people are of the devil. Stay away from them.” That teacher was scared of me after that.
It goes on like that. She’s nothing if not entertaining. For more interview and pics go here.
(Photos, Ellen Von Unwerth: via Playboy)