The Rap Music Conspiracy

Apparently I reposted  this on another of my blogs from on May 15, 2012. Now gone from that site. It’s an important article for my suspicion that the Neo-Black is a socially engineered construct of the Deep State which I think (the Neo-Black) has its roots in rap music. This post describes how gangster rap was foisted onto the public by shadowy controllers for the purpose of subverting black culture and reshaping it into compliance with the goals of empire.

The Rap Music Conspiracy

by Anonymous

After more than 20 years, I’ve finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society.

I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day. So I’ve simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren’t ready for.

Between the late 80′s and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business.

The industry was different back then. Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted. This may explain why, in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen.

The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces. Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future.

Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn’t seem to be in our industry.

Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us.

The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn’t find anyone who had answers for us. A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us.

Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background. I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed.

He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”. At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering.

The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement. He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments.

I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn’t the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us. We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons.

It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares. Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions.

He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled. Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice.

He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons.

Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws. My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a f****** joke?” At this point things became chaotic.

Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside.

My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting. I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences.

We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.”He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off.

A million things were going through my mind as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side street in order to collect my thoughts. I replayed everything in my mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me.

I was angry with myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had been presented to us. I’d like to believe the shock of it all is what suspended my better nature. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn’t talk or call anyone that night.

The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it but blamed it on being under the weather. No one else in my department had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the three others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn’t remember their names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted attention.

I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I wasn’t willing to risk anything happening to my family. I thought about those men with guns and wondered who they were.

I had been told that this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my imagination run free. There were no answers and no one to talk to. I tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business really was.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Eventually, it was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless professionally obligated to do so. On two occasions, I found myself attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our eyes met but nothing more was exchanged.

As the months passed, rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the airwaves.

Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented. It was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies were more than happy to capitalize on it. Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap acts on an assembly line.

Everyone bought into it, consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music. I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand. Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their prejudice of minorities.

I officially quit the music business in 1993, but my heart had already left months before. I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this thing I had once loved. I took some time off, returned to Europe for a few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the world of entertainment.

As the years passed, I managed to keep my secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle. But as rap got worse, my guilt grew. Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet as a resource which wasn’t at my disposal in the early days made it easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial complex.

Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration.

[Yes indeed. I remember the effect this music had on my nephew. He was not a street person, brought up in the same household with the same (decent/noncriminal) social values as me. But he began acting the role of a thug, even threatening to shoot me during a disagreement between us. In all the disputes that have happened in our family, that happen in any family, no one had ever before threatened to shoot another family member. The gangster rap social engineering was a quite potent influence on black youth. Ed]

Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music realize how they’ve been used for the past two decades. Although I plan on remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this information out to as many people as possible.

Please help me spread the word. Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my guilt a little more tolerable.

[Why this post has disappeared from I can only guess.]


  1. I am frequently puzzled by what shows up in my blog statistics. For example when I only have one visitor but my stats indicates views from two countries. How does that happen? I guess some cloaking of some kind (I forget the term). Here I see someone clicked the link on this post but did not ‘visit’, which i take to mean they did not click on (read) the post itself. The link can be clicked on without clicking/reading the post itself, but the linked article has been deleted. So there is no way to read it without clicking on the post itself. Evidently whoever clicked on that empty link was not interested in reading the post. Curious.

  2. taotesan aka katherine · · Reply

    hi nomad
    just a quick drop in – your blog is my staple diet for a while now i had not been oversees in a very long while but had a few recent trips in south africa – kwazulu natal, gauteng, mpumalanga, bophathutstwana, george, knysna from cape town. do not know how blog stats work.

    i think i did click on the link the second time i read the post not sure .

    as to the article, i knew something was very very wrong many years ago. first heard rappers delight and it was magical, but could never get myself to listen to any rap after that, esp with artists with names like nwa. i believe every word anonymous has written and believe he wrote it in an understated manner. must have weighed very deeply on his conscience.
    thinking of tupac. fbi had a dossier on him, why?

    gross misogyny and everybody gets to disrepect african americans by uttering the most dehumanizing epithet. tavistock. cointelpro . no accident. we all know who has engineered this.

    social engineering of the most criminal sort, all designed, even thinking how the flower power generation with lsd was manufactured to subdue criticism against vietnam war.

    when examining american music and film, say , from the 60’s one can definitely see the heavy manufactured hand of the handlers- mollification during the civil rights movement with the new black blaxpoitation genre, for example.

    gotta run, have to train.

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      i think i did click on the link the second time i read the post not sure .

      probably was not you. no visits from s africa at that point, iirc. it was i think from US.

  3. Yes, I had the same kind of reaction to rap. When it first came out I dont think they were using the word ‘nigger’ so much. Forgive me for spelling it out. Nor were they making acceptable to black people by writing it as ‘nigga’. Same word. Just ask Richard Pryor. His hit album was not ‘That Nigga’s Crazy”. It was ‘That Nigger’s Crazy’. BTW that was street language over here. Still is. It was used among black Americans to each other. It was not meant to be popularized the way it has been by gangster rap. That was part of that programming and intentional degradation of black people. I am working on a post about the change in language that emerges in rap and in academia during this period that was the root of what I call the Neo-Black. The socially engineered Negro. I have to write it today and tomorrow as per my new years resolution, because, you know its the weekend.

    But anyway here is the first rap song that captured my attention. Deeply disturbing. But a powerful statement.
    “The Message” (1982)

    1. hmmph. never seen the video before. that really sums up the black experience in america.

  4. […] it became  the language of an art form known as  Gangsta Rap. This music and hence this language (as Anonymous reports) was promoted by powerful shadowy forces, whether government or corporate. They wanted this language […]

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