A few days later, the now infamous moment between Lil Duval and the other hosts of The Breakfast Club transpired where the comedian jokes about the death of a trans black woman if he were to sleep with someone of this identity unknowingly. Laughs fill the air and Duval is casually reminded that he can’t do that; not because we love black trans women, not because black trans women should be empowered, or that black trans women are valid, but because it is a hate crime. The moral appeal of not killing a black woman on The Breakfast Club was simply because it was against the law. And one host, Charlamagne Tha God, even further demonizes trans identities by criminalizing trans black women by saying that there should be jail sentence for transgender folks that don’t “reveal” their gender story to sexual partners.
The internet exploded with social media commentary, hashtags and essays. I mostly observed because there was nothing to say that wasn’t already being said by someone closer to the violence than me, but that I agree. What I did start to grapple with was the disappointment The Breakfast Club grew to be.
I learned how to speak in barbershops. I learned how to share information in hair salons. And I was taught how to protect myself with humor and sharpness at family reunions. There is a boldness in me that was honed in black social and familial spaces. The Breakfast Club was a space that honored that subversive, loud, transgressive black voice that I was taught to use and was surrounded by growing up. I loved it. I loved that The Breakfast Club seemed to be unapologetic and radical in a way that was familiar to me, but still gained platform and access just by staying plugged into the black community. It gave me hope for my own potential for success.
I also loved what this gave space to. Because how The Breakfast Club arrived at stardom, they have the ability to say truly radical and progressive things with millions upon millions of ears pressed to their speakers to hear the sounds of their voices. They failed.
Even in the most progressive host, Angela Yee, she still failed to turn the violent behavior she observed into a pedagogical moment of how to defend vulnerable people when you witness violence happening. The laughs weren’t because of what Lil Duval said was funny, but it is because the show is simply a joke.
It has all the tools to disrupt domination, which seems especially necessary in this political moment, but it failed. It is because the people involved with The Breakfast Club have not arrived at the moment they built on the backs of black (and yes, this includes LGBTQIA) support, they simply giggle at it attempting to assuage guilt by making their platform seem apolitical, simply for entertainment, and not responsible for what they platform. I observed this and realized that it might just be lunchtime.
Because of this political moment and the growing desire for conscious pop cultural content, The Breakfast Club might have saw its height in yesterday and it will be seen as more and more culturally irrelevant as more voices rise and more assaults from the radio show unfold (the fatphobic rant Charlamagne Tha God went on yesterday concerning Usher’s accuser is sure to be another nail in their cultural coffin). I think they will have a moment where their audience has grown too sophisticated for their brand of humor and sensationalism, and desire something just as loud, bold and black, but not uncritical or irresponsible. After all, all meals get ate.
It is just sad to see The Breakfast Club being eaten alive by their own ignorance.