I’m an 80s baby. I grew up in Hip Hop’s classic era but I came of age listening to Cam’Ron, Jim Jones, and the rest of the Dipset conglomerate – or whatever they were. Now, the story is all about whatever they didn’t become – a group with a multimillion dollar deal and an album – and how everyone who was involved now feels about it. This is Black history, family. Why? Because the Diplomats damn near raised some of us. Some of those songs spoke deeply to our struggles, and our triumphs, and we resonate with these men. Watching Jim Jones cry like an abused wife was tough for a lot of us.
Bishop Turner notes that it would be better to be an atheist or pantheist than to worship a personal God who looks nothing like the persons worshiping him.
It’s this sentiment that eventually gave rise to the modern cliché “My God doesn’t have a color.” It wasn’t some scientific rationalism or Neo-Platonism. It was simply developed as a way to dance around what this God might look like.