My Jewish friend at work, Mr. Smith, brought to my attention a Creative Loafing series about the Black Mafia Family (BMF). Just in time for the holidays I learned about a brotherhood so rich in…well…ice, scrilla, green, snow, and other hip-hop terms I’m learning. The whole nasty crew started up as small-time drug dealers and evolved into demi gods in hip-hop and an international partnership to move cocaine. What’s particularly stupid is that they maintained the same immature sense of being thugs and tough-guys while completely ignoring a little thing called the “man.” They named their record label BMF, which is never really a good move when you’re trying to keep a low profile. They also frequented local clubs to spend tens of thousands a night. Often times, these little gatherings ended in somebody getting the crap beaten out of them or shot dead. I’m not exactly sure why it took so long to close the deal on this gang, but they’re done now. Or at least the heavy-hitters are in jail or dead. It kind of looked like the “families” would eventually kill eachother off anyway, so it was only a matter of time before they were eliminated one way or the other. There’s a lesson in this for the kids out there interested in gansta’ life portrayed through modern hip-hop. I’d tell you, but that wouldn’t be very creative. Besides, you owe it to yourself to read the lengthy bit on Creative Loafing regarding this subject.