DAY ONE:Tell me that cover wouldn't have sold better. They try to tie Rock down in an interview online, but he insists on talking about Emily Dickinson. He's apparently not going to preach unless there's a decent punchline involved.
The flight kicked my ass. My wife, my two kids and I flew 20 hours from New York, which gives you an idea how long it took the slaves ships to get to America. The flight felt like the Middle Passage to me. When we landed I had lost my religion, my culture, my name. Africa is almost as far away as the Moon. They should have the space shuttle take you to Africa. I walked back to coach where my nanny was, and she was dead.
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DAY TWO:
Left the comfort of Johannesburg and drove into Soweto. There's nothing like the poverty I saw in Soweto. Imagine the worst ghetto in America. Now set it on fire. Now try to put the fire out with shit--and it's still not as bad as how people live in parts of Soweto.
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DAY FIVE:
Got on another plane. Went to the great Nelson Mandela's house. I felt a lot of pressure. It was around the time that Richard Pryor died, so I asked him, Did he get to see any Richard Pryor while he was in jail? He paused, looked me in the eye, and said. "Who's Richard Pryor?" I guess Mandela was in real prison.
A daddy blog.
26 June 2007
"Do you think anyone in Rwanda's got a ----ing lactose intolerance?"
Chris Rock was rebranding Africa when U2 was in its Village People stage. But Bono published his African diary from a few years ago (not online). And it's exactly what the issue should have been: