No — it shouldn’t. Or maybe it should.
And yes — I’m idiotically petty and wrong for ignoring the “genius” in the music video — This Is America — in favor of a worn-out narrative about how Black men who try to convince us of the “prob-Black” stance — end up exposing something salaciously interesting.
It does matter that Donald Glover’s wife is a White woman because now that he’s being hailed as the “anti-Kanye” and the “rapper we need in a post-Kanye world” — the pressure is on for the Atlanta star and creator to rise to the occasion in an epic way.
This means getting back what you lost with Kanye — the moment he signed on to a long-term agreement with Kris Jenner — which always includes the scenes where he “loses his shit” in a ways — that make his victims tirelessly committed to the task of figuring out how to rescue the once inhumanly flawless Black man.
Glover’s impeccable coup that was staged with artistic fervor — is still giving stunned witnesses the required incentive to curate testimonies matching the vibrancy that heralded Beyonce’s Lemonade — and while I did participate in that parade — I have to wonder if I did it because I wanted to or because I had to.
