A Sunday in February

On the second Sunday in February, two men made their voices heard.

One owned the attention of tens of thousands in the middle of a stadium. The other filmed himself in a dentist’s chair.

One told a story of joy and tribulations while being Black in America. The other showed off his new teeth.

One stood on business, showing no signs of hesitation in the face of a political leader and his many followers. The other peddled his website.

One spotlighted Black culture — a pure celebration for the men and women who suffered before him, those who stand alongside him, and those soon to follow in his footsteps. The other only cared about himself.

One gave a performance that unapologetically honored a people responsible for building the country that STILL attempts to restrain them. The other sold a t-shirt promoting a ghost of bigotry and hate.

One has become a spitting image of James Baldwin’s teachings, wholeheartedly “making America what America must become.” The other embraced Nazism.

The first man — a revolutionary artist to the very core — is Kendrick Lamar.

The other… isn’t worth naming.