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“The Secret Meeting that Changed Rap Music and Destroyed a Generation” #TRUESPEECH

So this is an article that my cousin Dsoul had told me existed years ago but I honestly did not want to believe that such a plot to destroy a generation and forever change the Rap music. The article below is form someone who attended a meeting in 1991 that discussed a plot that over 20 years has become an unprecedented success. PLEASE take the time to read this article in it’s entirety.


After more than 20 years, I’ve finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society. I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day. So I’ve simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren’t ready for.

Between the late 80’s and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The industry was different back then. Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted. This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen.

The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces. Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future. Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn’t seem to be in our industry. Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us. The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn’t find anyone who had answers for us. A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us.

Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background. I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed. He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”. At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement. He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments. I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn’t the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us. We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares. Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions. He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled. Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice. He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons. Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws. My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a f****** joke?” At this point things became chaotic. Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside. My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting. I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences. We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off.

A million things were going through my mind as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side street in order to collect my thoughts. I replayed everything in my mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me. I was angry with myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had been presented to us. I’d like to believe the shock of it all is what suspended my better nature. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn’t talk or call anyone that night. The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it but blamed it on being under the weather. No one else in my department had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the 3 others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn’t remember their names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted attention. I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I wasn’t willing to risk anything happening to my family. I thought about those men with guns and wondered who they were? I had been told that this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my imagination run free. There were no answers and no one to talk to. I tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business really was. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Eventually, it was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless professionally obligated to do so. On two occasions, I found myself attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our eyes met but nothing more was exchanged.

As the months passed, rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the airwaves. Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented. It was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies when more than happy to capitalize on it. Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap acts on an assembly line. Everyone bought into it, consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music. I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand. Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their prejudice of minorities.

I officially quit the music business in 1993 but my heart had already left months before. I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this thing I had once loved. I took some time off, returned to Europe for a few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the world of entertainment. As the years passed, I managed to keep my secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle. But as rap got worse, my guilt grew. Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet as a resource which wasn’t at my disposal in the early days made it easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial complex. Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration. Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music realize how they’ve been used for the past 2 decades. Although I plan on remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this information out to as many people as possible. Please help me spread the word. Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my guilt a little more tolerable.

Thank you.”

This article was truly eye opening and looking at the issues that minorities are faced with today it seems that their plans went off without a hitch and has become more successful than they could have ever imagined. PEOPLE PLEASE STOP BEING PUPPETS AND FALLING PREY TO THE TRAPS THAT THESE WOLVES SET BEFORE US. THE SITUATIONS THAT BEFALL US AND THE ENSUING CIRCUMSTANCES ARE BY DESIGN. THIS IS REALITY AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS BEHIND THE SCENES.

“Detroit 300 Press Confrence…Enough is more than Enough”

This is a video from the Detroit 300, a Local group of men from Detroit who have come together a vigilant force in the city to help protect & keep watch over our city and communities. I personally feel that more men should step and take action much like the Detroit and help make a positive change in their community.


Early Monday morning on Detroit’s west side” there was an unspeakable tragedy that is beyond words and is truly saddening and heart wrenching. A 9 month old infant was shot and killed due to stray bullet that struck the front door of the family’s home Monday morning. This story cannot be put into words and I cannot comprehend the reckless actions that lead to the death of this beautiful baby boy. Below is a an article from the Detroit Free Press with all the information in the case and the number to Crime Stoppers. IF ANYONE Has any information that could help solve this tragic case PLEASE speak up. We all need to band together and do everything we can to stop heinous and malicious acts of violence that are utterly reprehensible and senseless. PLEASE STOP THE VIOLENCE PEOPLE. AND KEEP THIS FAMILY IN YOUR PRAYERS. GOD BE WITH US!!!

The following Article was written by Elisha Anderson and Gina Damron of the Detroit Free Press

” Grieving family members gathered at a home on Detroit’s west side this afternoon, where a 9-month-old boy was killed hours earlier when 37 bullets were fired into the home as the baby slept in the living room.

Delric Waymon Miller IV was shot in the 8400 block of Greenview. He was rushed to the hospital, where he was pronounced dead, relatives told the Free Press.

No one has been arrested. Detroit Police Chief Ralph Godbee Jr. said at a news conference this afternoon that the shooting is believed to be gang-related.

Crime Stoppers of Michigan is offering a $5,000 reward for information.

Diamond Salter, 19, the infant’s mother, said eight people were home sleeping at the time of the shooting, including three children.

“I grabbed my baby,” she said. “He was on the couch.”

She took him into the basement and realized he had blood on him. The infant wouldn’t wake up, she said.

Relatives said he was shot in the arm and the bullet came out the other side of his body.

Salter said she has no idea who was responsible and described her son as a joyful baby.

“He never cried. He slept. He played,” Salter said. “I got to be strong because I still got a daughter to live for.”

Godbee said police received a call at 4:20 a.m. that shots were being fired. He said police believe several people exited a vehicle, and one began shooting with an AK-47. The others did not fire shots, he said. The vehicle was described as a light-colored minivan.

Godbee said some people aren’t being cooperative with the investigation, but he did not elaborate. He warned family members against retaliation.

“I am really pissed off right now,” Godbee said at the news conference. “Again, adult behavior has brought another child in Detroit to an end that is certainly incomprehensible for a lot of people.”

Henry Jackson, 51, was getting ready for work when he heard the shooting. His initial thought was it was on television. He said the gunfire sounded like it was coming from a semi-automatic weapon because of the way the bullets were firing.

Neighbors described hearing about 30 shots. The glass on the front door was shattered, and a few dozen bullet holes could be seen this morning on the front of the house.

Family members pleaded with whoever is responsible to turn them self in. “It’s only going to be a matter of seconds before you’re caught,” said Halas Rochon. Delric was her great nephew.

Diane First, 66, lives across the street and said she was coming out of the bathroom when the shooting started. She put her dogs on the floor and got on top to protect them from any bullets that may have ricocheted.

The shooting lasted a few minutes, and the bullets were rapid, she said. First said she didn’t see anyone.

“I was too busy ducking,” she said.

Jason Smith, 27, lives down the street and was in his home in the 8600 block of Greenview getting ready for work when he heard the gunfire. He crouched down in his home because the gunshots sounded close.

“I just got down trying to figure out which direction they were coming from,” he said.

He saw an ambulance and police arrive on scene.

Neighbors say several adults and children could often be seen at the home and say the family has lived there for about 1 ½ to 2 years.

Police say the first 24-hours of the investigation are critical and ask anyone with information on the shooting to call 313-596-2260.

The baby is the second child to be killed by bullets fired into a home in recent weeks.

On Jan. 31, 12-year-old Kade’jah Davis died after bullets were fired into her home on Ferguson in Detroit. A mother and son have been charged in the case.

As of Feb. 12, a total of 41 homicides have occurred in Detroit, a 24% increase compared to the same time in 2011, according to Detroit police crime statistics.

“Any time a person is injured or killed due to violence, it’s a disheartening feeling,” Detroit Police Sgt. Stephens said. “It so important that we have to come together to stop this senseless violence.” ”