Yeah, pretty much. The war of words they engaged in was cringe-worthy.
Nothing was more embarrassing than his
co-written memoir about "living and loving out loud."
He sacrificed the legitimacy of AFAM studies and black scholarship at the altar of his vanity. And it all boils down to the fact that for nikkas like him and Iron Mic Dyson, being accomplished and provocative as an intellectual doesn't satisfy their deepest insecurities. These dudes want to be Mos Def. They want to be perceived as "cool," they want to talk slang with young nikkas and be on tv stuntin' on panels (Dyson's "nikka please" closing argument at the "hip hop on trial" summit being an infamous example), fukking their students, hitting on random women while at academic conferences, and writing about rap or launching sensationalist attacks at prominent figures to grab headlines
instead of doing any kind of meaningful scholarship or community organizing. Because meaningful work is challenging. They don't have time for that - they get paid, they stay in the finest hotels, they hobnob with celebrities, whites and blacks alike fete them as modern day giants... they're self-styled academic CEOs. They founded Rocafella, and the Ivy institutions that housed them and provided them greater exposure are Def Jam. They ain't intellectuals, they just hustlers who happen to know how to think.