Kanye,
You’ve been a big part of who I am, and you’ve taught me a lot of things over the last decade. I mean it with all respect when I don’t call you mister or by your full name. You’re bigger than that to me. You should understand that while we talk, I’m going to address you by the only thing that fits.
I wasn’t really trying to vomit self-righteous thoughts all over some blog with an audience that’ll break their necks nodding in agreement.
What I care about is the fact that one of my favorite musicians of all time is going on Twitter and denying that an alleged rapist committed any crimes.
On Feb. 9, you tweeted that Bill Cosby is innocent.
BILL COSBY INNOCENT !!!!!!!!!!
— KANYE WEST (@kanyewest) February 9, 2016
Those three words have since been retweeted over 40 thousand times in addition to reaching your immediate audience of 18.5 million followers. Those three words hurt my brain.
You might believe you’re right, and the truth is being covered up. That’s not the point here though.
The point is that you have the ear of a generation of kids and with those three words, you’re essentially supporting individuals who deny rape.
You’re joining the rank and file of every garbage Internet commenter saying “SHE PROBABLY MADE IT UP” in Drudge Report comments. It’s worse than that though. You’re saying it to more than fifty women.
It’s lame timing on your part. By all accounts this should be a crazy time for you. You’re set to have a big month that will probably lead into a big year. You debuted your third clothing line, Yeezy Season 3.
This was accompanied by the release of your latest album “The Life of Pablo.” Plus, you got your new son, and that’s really special. It’s garbage you had to ruin it all.
Here’s the issue, Ye. You’ve been doing things for the last couple weeks that are super misogynous, and it’s finally brought me to the breaking point. When you tore into Wiz Khalifa during your feud on Twitter, it was petty, but it wasn’t out of character. The problem came when you started talking about Amber Rose.
You have thirteen-year-olds who get your tweets on their phones and think it’s the way you’re supposed to talk to women.
I know you love your wife, and I know you love your mother and that’s a great first step. I want to see you loving every other woman just as much.
Especially the ones that need your support at the highest level.
Your album is out by now. I don’t know if I’ve listened to it yet. It’s hard when all you can think about are the meanings of your words the last few weeks.
I know this letter probably won’t find you, but it’s for everyone who feels daggers at your caps-locked words. Those people need to know they’re not forgotten.
I think they’ve hurt enough already.
