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The Revolution Was Televised: Kendrick Lamar’s Super Bowl Halftime Show as Radical Art A Super Bowl Performance Unlike Any Other Kendrick Lamar’s Super Bowl LIX halftime show wasn’t just a performance—it was a masterclass in radical art, historical reckoning, and cultural defiance. It w...

This wasn’t just music—it was a statement that Black artistry does not need permission, validation, or approval to take up space.

For artists who fear speaking truth to power, this is a lesson in courage and artistic integrity. No matter how mainstream the platform, it can always be done.

As an arts researcher and scholar, I could write papers on Kendrick’s Super Bowl halftime show for years. The layered symbolism, historical callbacks, and sheer artistry turned the biggest stage in entertainment into a radical act of resistance. This was more than a performance—it was a thesis.

The revolution was televised—and some of y’all walked straight into the point, slammed your faces into it, and still don’t get it. @kendricklamar3.bsky.social flipped the Super Bowl stage into a battlefield of truth, made Trump sit through it, and exposed the rigged game. The outrage proves he won.

Listen, things are fucked, but that doesn’t mean your accomplishments don’t matter. Wrote a book? Got accepted to a program? Recorded a song? One year sober? Whatever it is, share it. Maybe your joy will bring someone else a bit of joy, and we all need that.

Maybe if the arts weren’t constantly defunded, more people would’ve caught the symbolism in @kendricklamar.bsky.social’s halftime show instead of just tweeting, “Why are there no white people?”

Because freedom granted by the hands of the oppressor is not freedom at all. It is an illusion, and it is time to shatter it.

Stay informed. Stay united. Stay in the fight.

If we want true rights, they cannot be borrowed. They must be taken. Defended. Made permanent. Until no one—not a ruler, not a system, not a nation—has the power to strip them away.

This is the fight before us now—not just to reclaim what has been stolen, but to build something new, something unbreakable. A world where our humanity is not up for debate. A world where no president, no party, no empire can dictate who is worthy of dignity, safety, and freedom.

The oppressed have never been granted justice by the very hands that built their chains. They have had to take it, wrench it from the grip of empires, fight tooth and nail to carve out a space where their existence is not conditional.

We have been conditioned to believe that our rights exist within the framework of this system, that they are safeguarded by its laws, upheld by its leaders. But history tells us otherwise.

It replaces self-determination with dependence, ensuring that every victory is fleeting, every step forward shackled to the mercy of those in power.

This is the design of colonial rule. It does not govern by justice but by control, by the quiet erosion of autonomy, by forcing people to beg for the dignity that should have been theirs from the start.

A right that can be given and taken away at the whim of power is not a right at all—it is a privilege, a leash disguised as liberty. If the mere shift of an administration can strip away protections, then we were never free to begin with. We were simply tolerated.

It has begun again, the pre-bedtime ranting about @lastweektonight.com 🤦🏻‍♀️

Him: it’s not last week anymore! It’s SOMETIMES last week but NOT tonight!

Me: 👀

Him: it’s been since November! Where the fuck has he been?

Me:

Him: the show title is very misleading!

Him: This is bullshit! Where is @lastweektonight.com ?! We need him now!

Me: The season hasn’t started yet. Relax.

Him: NO! They need to hurry up.

Me: That’s not how that works.

Him: WHERE IS JOHN HIDING?!

Me: He’s not hiding, he’s on vacation!

Him: He’s going to abandon us!

Me: 🥴🤦🏻‍♀️

I cannot continue to speak out for @lastweektonight.com at my home. My partner has gone mad and on the daily, complains about the production schedule as if he has suddenly forgotten how television seasons work.

Funny how musk isn’t cutting or gutting his contract and government draining billing!

An orange background with a dotted texture. At the top, the text reads, “HISTORICAL EXAMPLES” with the number “05” in the corner. Below a bold black underline, the text states: “CSS has played a role in shaping the social, cultural, and political landscapes of many colonized societies.” There is a white curved line on the right side for visual emphasis.

An orange background with a dotted texture. At the top, the text reads, “MODERN-DAY IMPLICATIONS” with the number “06” in the corner. Below a bold black underline, the text states: “CSS continues to influence current political debates, cultural identity, and movements against decolonization and self-determination.” A white arrow points to the text from the left, and a white curved line appears on the right for added design.

If recognizing Colonial Stockholm Syndrome (CSS) is the first step, the next step is unlearning. CSS thrives in the myths we inherit—about power, identity, and “progress.” It’s not just about seeing the chains; it’s about questioning why we thought they were fine jewelry in the first place.

An orange background with a dotted texture. The text at the top reads, “Key Characteristics of CSS” with the number “03” in the corner. Below, a white arrow points to a bold black underline, leading to the following list of characteristics in alternating black and white text: • Conflicted Identity • Internalized Oppression • Idealization of the Colonizer • Dependency on the Colonizer

An orange background with a dotted texture. The text at the top reads, “How CSS Manifests in Society” with the number “04” in the corner. A white arrow points to bold black text with some words highlighted in white: “From language and education to governance and culture, CSS affects how colonized societies view themselves and their place in the world.”

Colonial Stockholm Syndrome (CSS) isn’t just personal—it’s systemic. It shapes how we see ourselves, our cultures, and even our governments. From language to leadership, CSS is embedded in the very structures we’re told to trust. Recognizing it is the first step to breaking free.

Colonial Stockholm Syndrome (CSS) isn’t just history—it’s the lens we need to understand how colonized minds still cling to their oppressors. From political systems to cultural norms, CSS shapes identities, loyalties, and the myths we’re told to believe. Unpacking it means reclaiming power.

The book I’ve been working on about Colonial Stockholm Syndrome is finally past its peer review stage. Now time for editing. Someone’s gotta write more stuff for @johnleguizamo.bsky.social to read. 🤣

That at least we figured it out. At least there’s a name to put to this horrible barnacle that has attached itself to my day to day life. At least, for today, I am still here. 🥹

Along with more tests, and who knows how many more conversations with rheumatology, hematology, and my primary—I just find myself laying here, stilling pain, but hopeful, but also scared AF—what if it’s too late? What if the damage has been done? I guess I’ll just have to sit in knowing…

Now, this is just the beginning of the story because from what I’ve learned about Temporal arteritis in the last 24 hours is frightening. Not just because I have medical OCD but because, I could go blind, I’m at higher risk for a stroke and heart attacks, and steroids are the first thing to do.

After over a year, MRI’s, CT’s, being dismissed, being told I was making it up, being told I should stop talking to “Dr. Google,” being told it was migraines…she said something and as she asked me if I was experiencing certain symptoms, I cried.

My eyes opened up so big, I think for a moment she thought I was going to pass out. And then she screamed it, “AHA!”—“Temporal arteritis!” My eyes opened so wide they must’ve looked like they were about to pop out of my skull.

Yesterday, I couldn’t take the pain anymore so I made a virtual urgent care appointment. I looked at her, she looked at me, and then she began to type. That’s right, you guessed it—she began to Google! “It’s been a while since I’ve been in school but I think I know what this is!”