So Madonna kind of apologized for calling her son a ni**a on Instagram. Last week, the pop star posted a photo of her 13-year-old son Rocco Ritchie during a boxing workout with the caption, “No one messes with Dirty Soap! Mama said knock you out! #disn—a”
After uproar from the public, the singer released a half-hearted apology over the weekend. In a statement to E! News the singer said:
“I am sorry if I offended anyone with my use of the N word on Instagram. It was not meant as a racial slur. I am not a racist. There’s no way to defend the use of the word. It was all about intention. It was used as a term of endearment toward my son who is white. I appreciate that it’s a provocative word and I apologize if it gave people the wrong impression. Forgive me.”
Where do I begin?
Apology 101 people — beginning your admission of wrongdoing with “…if I offended anyone,” never starts your road to redemption off on the right foot. I’m not a betting woman but it’s safe to say that a good chunk of black folks, and rightfully so a lot of other people, are probably offended whenever someone uses the N-word.
Coming off of a Halloween filled with way too many white people in blackface and Trayvon Martin costumes, my tolerance for racial insensitivity and just plain stupidity is five miles to empty. Did we not learn anything from Paula Deen?
Besides her appreciation of the “provocative word” I was most thrown off by the “Vogue” singer justifying her use of the word with the explanation that it was a “term of endearment” toward her son. Newsflash, he’s rich and white. Therefore he has all the endearment he’ll ever need. But in her defense, maybe “good job son” or “that’s my boy” just weren’t as powerful. If this is what she’s calling the white child, Lord knows what she’s saying to her black children. *clutches pearls*
But I get it. You’re a middle-aged pop star with a faux British accent struggling to stay relevant in a world where singers half your age and with half the surgeries appear to be usurping your throne. Life is rough. But posting pictures of your underage child posing with alcohol then calling him the N-word as a “term of endearment” may not be the best strategy to bump your name up in Google News. Sorry Madge, but just because you touted a black Jesus in a video, adopted Malawian children, and may or may not have had a few romps with Michael Jackson, does not mean you’re down. I’m not sure who you thought you were, but just so we’re all on the same page, you’re white, which means using the N-word is off limits. Always, never gonna change, until the end of time, forever and ever.
Over the years I’ve let a lot of stuff slide with Madonna — cross burning, onstage make-out sessions, comparisons to Martin Luther King, Jr., and this song. But the buck may stop here. I’m all for pushing the boundaries but when your attempts to rack up cool points involve racial slurs, well, that’s my cue to hop off the bandwagon. Sorry Madge but it’s time to prop your feet up, reflect on your legacy and have several seats ma’am.